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Friday, November 18, 2005
How F.U. is your bank account?
I'm not quite at the point in my life where I have "Fuck You" money, the financial security to tell employers or clients to go take to their orifices if I'm not happy with a job or project.
But, after lots of work (both mine and my wife's), I've at least gotten comfortable enough to have "Pardon Me, But No" cash and credit. In other words, if I were truly unhappy with work, I could say, "Pardon Me, But No," knowing that while it wouldn't mean I'd hop on a cruise to the Carribbean, I could at least keep myself afloat for a few months and run up a few credit card bills while I got myself situated again.
This is no small part because of good friends I've made and generous contacts I've kept over the years. I'm all about keeping my options open even if my actual resume would suggest a sedentary, entrenched career.
The side-effect of having "Pardon Me, But No" money is that you do tend to stand firmer on issues on principle. You don't buckle as much, you find yourself taking a stand on the right side of a debate instead of kowtowing to what you're told. For me, at least, it's been liberating to be able to draw a line in the sand on certain things and when those lines are crossed to be able to confidently assert myself without fear of going the cat food route.
"Fuck You" money, I would think, might make you overstep in that direction, pissing people off and pushing your agenda too far just because you can.
That cruise would be awesome, though.
by Omar G. at 12:36 PM
The Friday Funnies
The Space Monkeys return with a new comic strip that delves into the hard issues: like, what the fuck is up with Newspaperese and why, when put in the mouths of normal-speaking characters, does it sound like something written by uptight Martians?
PJ also did a little Flash thing he's playing with that appeared in that space a few days ago. There's no sound, so don't worry that your volume is set too low.
Other new stuff: A few new Digital Savant entries. Depending on how it's promoted in the coming weeks, I may be redoubling my efforts to post there more regularly.
by Omar G. at 11:26 AM
Thursday, November 17, 2005
On Fish-Stick Man
Glark and me discuss, briefly and immaturely, the idea for the new Aquaman TV show.
by Omar G. at 2:11 PM
'What do you mean it smells the same in here?'
This story is not nearly as bad as if it had been a student's bathroom, but still. This is Fargo-level incompetence. Installing a sex camera in a school bathroom and then trying to expense that shit?
This guy obviously wanted to be caught. Sucks that he has a daughter.
by Omar G. at 2:08 PM
New Smallville recap:
Interstellar Acid Trip -- Clark gets stoned, literally, when a splinter from a piece of silver Kryptonite gets stuck in his finger and he freaks out, hallucinating and believing everyone's out to get him. Some people are, but Clark imagines even more diabolical acts, right up to Lana kissing Lex. Evil! Clark beats up everyone. It's sad what happens when you're a college student and you get on the rock.
by Omar G. at 2:01 PM
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
Maureen Dowd popped in to visit our newsroom this afternoon, and I got to sit next to her for about 25 minutes.
She smelled nice.
by Omar G. at 3:42 PM
Tuesday, November 15, 2005
Why I love White Ninja.
by Omar G. at 7:07 PM
Monday, November 14, 2005
I also wrote an advance piece/charticle for the Chappelle concert that ran in Life & Arts on Saturday while I was out of town. The fact that I forgot I had even written it in the rush of activity last week should give you an indication of where it fits in the pantheon of great modern journalism.
by Omar G. at 1:38 PM
Chappelle's show review
I got back from a weekend trip to Tulsa that was LCP-related (it was at this conference), but instead of going home, I went straight to the Erwin Center to see Dave Chappelle.
Here's my on-the-fly review that was written in my seat while the audience was still laughing around me. Do you how hard it is to ignore Dave Chappelle and concentrate on writing something when he's right in front of you kicking ass and making everyone around you, including your wife, convulse with laughter?
by Omar G. at 1:00 AM
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