Bugginess is sure to abound as I get use to the web sites new location and, slowly but surely, look.  I know that nothing can be more boring or more like masturbation than going to a web site that talks about being a web site.  Sure porn sites drone on and on about how much porn they have, but at least they're talking about the content of the site. 

   Today's update is really more like a test page than anything else.  In the spirit of a test, if you click on the little dope fiend at the top of the page he should take you to a bigger version of himself.  This is more or less a recreation of the image that caused the TeleTech scandal and my subsequent dismissal.  Why is the dope fiend standing atop the column like King Kong, freshly conquered the Empire State building?  I couldn't figure out how to make him hang out anywhere else. 

   From 10:30a.m. until 12:30p.m. I spent my day at the Cenex Casting agency.  After all this job hunting, I'm going to be an actor after all.  Actually, not, but there is a hell of a lot of extra work out there.  Tomorrow morning I go to an open call for some miniseries about the 1970's.  They told me my hair is good for it, that it should be a fit.  I don't know what that means, but I'm going. 

   The lovely staff at Cenex assigned me a number upon entering, 12B, and then I waited for about an hour until they called me up.  The Wis. ID broke the ice for small talk and I began filling out one of the briefest applications in quite some time.  For special talents, I wrote down: none.  For, "Will you do nude work?" I circled, "Total" as opposed to "no" or "partial."  I'm not too concerned about the actuality of ever  having to prance around bare-ass.  How many scenes have there been in Hollywood movies where extras have their Lynn Dickies throwing passes right in front of the camera?  Not many if any.  I can think of military barrack group showering, but not much more than that. 
 I continued with the application, decided my complexion was ruddy which isn't really the case at all.  The application also wanted to know what parts I could play with my existing ward robe.  I wrote down: punk, nerd, hippie, homeless, mechanic, and professional business man. 
Upon completion of the application I sat and observed the people.  Many of them appeared to have been groomed for the look of Hollywood from birth: cantilevered tits, chiseled cheeks and jaws, pouty mouths.  Inside, they had the acumen of a moth around a camp fire and the composure of scolded dogs forced into the shadows just out of the fire's warm glowing warming glow, ahhhh. 

   After another hour I was in line to have my photo taken for their computerized data base.  Beneath the Fuji digital camera that was about to snap my photo was a yellow stick-um note reading, "Smile!  You're on casting camera."  I did not smile.  Well, not too big.  The experience was too goofy not to be smiling a little.  Further evidence of the MS monopoly, the fuji digital camera is compatible only with the Window's operating system.  I want one. 

It is time for the Simpson's and therefore time for this drivel to come to a close.  Good thing it's Friday, the words are coming about as easy as John Wayne Bobbit.  ta-dum, crash. 

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