Friday, March 20, 2009

Filling in time while people deliberate


So I made my pitch for the job in London and am now waiting for a decision.

In my favor is that I'm good, they know of me, I work quickly and I have a reputation for being able to work with designers.

Working against me is the fact that I don't know when I'll be allowed to leave the US, will only be available for 3 months at most, am murderously expensive (by UK standards) and have a reputation (undeserved I think) for being at the cool end of the spectrum when it comes to the kinds of clients I excel on.

More in the minus pile. But hey we'll see how it goes. If there's cash, a car, a spring in London and some interesting work in it I'm all for it. If any one of those things falls out well then I have things to do here, an internet full of pretty people doing kissing and a shed load of details to sort before Canada.

So it's a waiting game. Today I waited for and with The Script. I like them. They played the spiritual home of the Borders book chain here in Ann Arbor today and were mightily good I have to say.

"Hope you enjoy the album, it was a labor of love" they said to each signee; blissfully unaware of the Hue and Cry songs that set off in my head...

Thursday, March 19, 2009

Love is a burning flame



So did a marathon reality viewing session last night and ever since have had "Ring of Fire" in my head. Not that Adam Lambert's version was any good mind. Adam is the person that Paula is most likely going to jump on this season (after the odd looking guy who seems to be milking his dead wife for every vote he can)... but it's weird as Adam is kinda a tranny Meatloaf, with bad skin. Really bad skin. He ripped of Buckley and ended up sounding like The Doors on an off night in Morocco but fair play to him...

Alexis Grace (a name or an incantation?) went home for murdering Dolly Parton's Jolene while looking very much like the bird like songstress. She narrowly lost to a fat bloke who seems to like his family and his blue collar. Which was a shame. Sure they need a little blue collar in there but this guy is more Michael Bolton with an appetite than Springstein. Best seen him described as Michael “Jesus Built My Oilrig” Sarver

Other idolists? Lil Rounds, a woman with a voice as big as her ass. And that's sizeable. Like Floridian.

Anoop, an Indian with the soul of an accountant who seems to have more and more family in the crowd every week. Seriously somebody ought to call the INS because give it another three rounds and we have a potential Black hole of Calcutta tragedy.

Kris Allen looks square jawed enough (though jowly parents hang out in the crowd like specters of 'I coulda been a contender' future) - he's a crap balladeer, so he'll make top 8

Megan Joy I like - she moves like a bird that has fallen from its nest, in short broken hops and sounds like a bird who has had it's larynx crushed by a nazi jackboot. But she's cool and quirky and looks suitably mortified in the dreadful group singing bits.

Danny Gokey has the dead wife. And the misty eyes. And Paula's number.

Allison Iraheta is 16 but sounds like Suzi Quattro. I like her. She's like a less drunk version of the mad nurse they had a while ago. She rocks it like it's a wedding rehearsal dinner and is the most likely to shill for a local abortion clinic I think. Something about her says 'trailer park in your future missy'... I hope it's an airstream

Scott Macintyre is blind. Which is great during the group numbers. Mainly because it seems that the other 'idols' are daring each other to lead him closer and closer to the edge of the stage. This week Paula cruelly told him to lose the piano, if she's spun his chair around quickly enough she might have accomplished physically.

Anyway as penance for all of this nastiness here's a pic of me to poke fun at

Better yet

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Why I've been a bad, bad, blogger


I've not been as regular with these blogs lately - and the weird reason is that I've been busy. Really busy. Take yesterday, phone interview in the morning, talk to broker before lunch, run to gym, 4 hours in the dentist chair, come home, cook, couple of hours spent looking for Canadian places to live online and thats without factoring in the photos that I have to edit, the website that I'm keen to run my eye over or the people whose calls need returning (including a guy who wants to buy a kit lens from me, SCORE)

So sorry that these have been infrequent and about as interesting as a Gillian 'Poo Lady' Marathon... but times are frantic right now

Monday, March 16, 2009

First day of unemployment


So here in Catch 22

11 - Can't work in US as I'm without a Visa

22 - Can't leave the country until I get a new non-working Visa

But today was nice. The sun shone. The temperatures improved. The dog was walked. The cars was serviced. Pictures were worked on. Phone interviews were set up. White papers were written. Books were drafted. A vivid nightmare was outlined as a horror movie elevator pitch,

Tomorrow - root canals, more photo work, phone interview with Europe.

Meanwhile House(!)