~ Yesterday I got a call from the job I was hoping I would get. It would have been a great fit, good money and a fun challenge. As I knew was likely, someone with more experience applied. The woman who interviewed me was, I could tell, sincerely sorry she couldn’t offer me the job and went a little overboard reassuring me I’d find work right away as I “had so much to offer.” I felt like I was getting the “it’s not you, it’s me” speech. I feel so cheap spreading my portfolio for them just to be tossed away when someone more experienced comes along.
~ PLOG is ready to go. I just need to figure out where I’m going to distro it here in Toronto. Google isn’t offering up much info on the Toronto zine scene. Other than Rotate This, I haven’t seen anywhere stocking zines even. I guess just like MP3s killed CDs, blogs killed zines. Eventually all our cultural artifacts will be reduced to ones and zeros on the internet and alien archaeologists won’t be able to figure out a single thing about our extinct species because all the laptops were erased by the electro-magnetic pulse that accompanies whatever way we manage to wipe ourselves out.