It’s been a depressing couple of weeks, honestly. A bunch of things that haven’t managed to make their way into entire posts yet:
- I didn’t get the job at my old district, which blows my goddamned mind. Blows. My. Goddamned. Mind. I’m trying to avoid, y’know, despair at this point. I’ve applied for another job at Notre Dame; Notre Dame has already done a really good job of ignoring my applications in the past so I have no particular hope for this one.
- There’s another local university, by the way, that I’ve sent several applications in to for various jobs, all of which I was very qualified for, that has literally never replied to a single application. Not a no-thanks, not a fuck-you, not an interview offer, nothing. I wanna know who the hell they’re hiring.
- I read Hillary Clinton’s book. I wasn’t going to at first until I realized how many assholes were enraged by the fact that the book existed and I enjoy being able to make even a tiny contribution to making that kind of person feel bad. I can’t really say I enjoyed reading it, though, because the whole damn thing was so profoundly depressing.
- Every time I come even close to writing a post about politics I start literally seeing red around the edges of my vision. I thought I hated George W. Bush; I had no idea what it was like to hate a politician until this current piece of shit. None. I would name George W. Bush dictator-for-life in a second if it meant I never had to hear the current fucker’s name again for as long as I lived.
- Fuck the NFL, while I’m at it, and fuck America for everything leading up to me having to say the words “Fuck the NFL” on my blog. This current controversy is everything wrong with America in a nutshell. And America as a country is as completely and enthusiastically fucked right now as it has been in my lifetime.
- I’m stealing the phrasing of this from Twitter, I admit, but if we can’t get an overwhelming military presence to Puerto Rico immediately to put together some sort of hurricane response than we have no fucking reason to have a military at all. Trillions of fucking dollars a year and we may as well flush the shit down the toilet. The shitgibbon doesn’t care; Puerto Ricans aren’t white. I doubt he knows they’re American citizens; I’m certain he doesn’t think they’re people.
- Speaking of Hillary’s book: you may be aware that I previously had a point of pride that I had at least one book for or by every President of the United States. I have now had to amend that to every legitimately elected President of the United States, and this is a picture of my Presidency bookshelf. The book is located where it properly belongs:

- Sales on Tales haven’t been remotely what I’ve wanted them to be so far, but I got a big stack of paperbacks this week for Kokomo-Con 2017 in a couple of weeks and that was pretty exciting. I haven’t done a con in quite a while and this one is just a simple one-day thing a couple of hours south of my house. I’m looking forward to it.
- I need to decide what my next book is going to be. I’m leaning toward knocking out the Skylights sequel finally but it may be something new. We’ll see.
- Speaking of big stacks of paperbacks: the Buy Autographed Books link in the masthead of the site has been completely updated. I price the books cheaper than Amazon does but it probably evens out after shipping– but you get an autograph and a personalized copy, so bleah.
- Speaking of the Amazon: consider this the part where I’m begging for reviews. Please? Pretty please?
I spent a few minutes looking for a meme pic or a GIF or even a YouTube clip of Marlon Wayans doing the “Got me a G-O-B” bit from Don’t Be a Menace to Society while Drinking Your Juice in the Hood, but was both unsuccessful and powerfully reminded that that movie is even less funny than I remember. So: South Park reference.

When I went on medical leave for the first time in… God, was it September?, and started thinking about resigning before the school year ended, never in a million years did I think I would still be out of work in June. I was about to say that I would have wagered large sums of money on finding work quickly, but the simple fact is that I did wager large amounts of money. Hell, I wagered our entire damn house that I would find steady paying work before my savings ran out. And while I’m not quite ready to drop off an application at Meijer or Target just yet, and the interview today really did go well, I’ve had positive interviews in the past that didn’t end up resulting in anything and… well, I’m not applying at Meijer or Target yet, but I can see it from here, if you know what I mean. We’re not in panic mode yet; we won’t be for a bit. But it’s a hell of a lot closer than it was in January.
I have guest posts set up for the next several days (and if you’ve sent me something but haven’t heard back yet, don’t worry, you’re in) but per my usual MO it’s extremely unlikely that I won’t find time to put some posts up while I’m running my brother’s wedding. At least some pictures. I’ve had a pretty full day already; I had a job interview this morning that I think/hope went quite well, and ran three or four other errands before coming back home and letting my wife run out to take care of the several errands she needs to do. Then packing and putting final touches on my speech and putting together the “final” version of the booklet I’ll be using to make sure I don’t call the bride by the wrong name or anything like that during the ceremony.
Just aborted a job application in midstream when it became clear that they wanted me to take one of those godawful personality tests, where you have to Agree or Disagree, or worse, rate your level of agreement or disagreement with an ambiguous-ass, obnoxious statement like “Although I don’t let little things get to me, in a big project I can easily get stressed out.”