a tale of hoarding and processed cheese and other spices

work seems to be getting busier, which could be good for me. yesterday there was a meeting at a film co here in town and there would've been a decision as to whether a project is to be greenlighted or not, and if so, my resume was to be passed around.

i'm not sure that would be a good thing. it'd be an incredible job, and i know i would love it, but the writing and podcasting would suffer greatly. blogs and podcasting being the flavour of the moment, i'd be a fool to lose momentum. but i'd also be a fool to pass up the job if what i have isn't permanent or at least long-termish. working in "real" film jobs means 12, 14-hour days. not conducive to writing.

so, ideally, well, we'll see what happens. where i'm at seems to fit better than it once did. i'm enjoying the work, and weirdly, i'm much faster at it. guess i'm focused more. i'd say that was so, at least. i'm sure my quality is still rusty. sigh. it'll get there.

i still can't believe the difference from working in that shit job i had. first bad job in 12 years, whew. thanks for the crash course.

it's a t.v. night. yippy. three good hours -- from ugly betty to grey's anatomy to six degrees. and i popped into gayboy's after i goofed about an appointment time elsewhere, and gayboy sent me home with dinner ingredients so i could be lazy. yay, gayboy! i have Hamburger Helper "Cheesy Enchilada," with seasonings from Taco Bell. mm-mm-good.

speaking of my looming redolent white trash dining extravaganza, i'd best be cracking. and in light of the redolent bit, that includes cracking some windows. it'll smell of beefy processed cheese for days otherwise. i'm feeling very anti-social all of a sudden. i'll sit there all isolated-like, hoarding my mass of yummy processed goodness and fondling my remote control. yes, one of the sad and pathetic single nights that i secretly relish and greatly covet.

OH. about that: being canadian and all, i happened to notice that the directions are different on american hamburger helper meals than they are here in canada. in canada, we're to remove the cooked mass from the stove, cover, and let set for 5 minutes, or until it reaches desired consistency. in america, it apparently is desired consistency as soon as it comes off the stove. or is it that they think the instructions are too complicated or something, given its white trash appeal and all? one must wonder. strange things, it seems, are afoot at Betty Crocker. i mean, geographically dependent instructions for hamburger? but what if i'm a canadian vacationing in the united states? is it do as romans do in rome, or am i allowed to hang onto my fiercely patriotic and unique instructions from my mother land?

huh? dude, explain this to me. yeesh.