Job hunt successful, Nobody injured (yet), and Uncle Sam still gets his cut

It was a long ride getting back on track, and I have once again proven that jobs are indeed like women; remember that it's always easier to get one when you already have one. This tidbit of information will likely prove useful (or annoying) in the near future, as I'm sure I can expect the phone to start ringing now as if it were red and an infamous quivering caveman was spotted in a NY train station. Dry, poorly crafted afghan jokes aside, if someone pipes up about something better coming along before the gig begins, I'll be listening.

Rejoining the work force will take a little getting used to again, as I have been on an extended vacation more or less, and my sleep schedule looks like something resembling the geophysical location knowledge base for the aforementioned caveman: Non-existent. Of course, correcting this little anomaly is a moot point as of now. For 'availability' on the questionnaire, I put 'any', and only clarified that I was not interested in swing. This being said, I won't know what to set my actual schedule to until the job commences. I am tired all of the time right now, however, and my anal side shows a bit more than it usually does. Which leads me to my next thought...

Thanks goes out to my wife, as she has put up with some insane amounts of stress, from many angles all at once, and for the most part, has held it together. Anyone who has become used to the monotonous flow of day to day life and had the misfortune of finding yourself employmentally challenged (you like that? I just made that up), knows what it feels like when it hits the fan and sticks. The distinct odor of failure looms like the darkest of black rainclouds, and never lets up. It causes quite possibly one of the most stressful set of circumstances that one can find themselves in while nurturing a newborn marriage, and I feel much gratitude toward her for sticking with me during these sometimes impossible moments.

As for the new job, it seems like it will be a good stain to have imposed on my growing resume, as it is for a prominent tax preparation service, supporting a nationwide network of IRS victims. I personally tried to avoid being in that particular situation myself during the interview, and offered my services on an under-the-table basis. It seemed an appropriate muse at the time, and while I did get points for originality (apparently nobody has ever thought to ask a tax-prep operations manager for this special consideration), alas, I will continue writing welfare checks, just like the rest of you.

Madscientists, Everywhere

It has become more than apparent that there are more than one of us out there. So, in an effort to distinguish amongst us, I have foregone any research of the others. Do a Google search for yourself; the proliferation will soon become apparent (have you counted them all?!?). Asylum becomes a better and better word all of the time . . .

We all appear to live up to our names, in one form or another, from what I have read so far. With this being said, I cautiously welcome myself to the genre. Kind of like a rogue meerkat (yes, I am a fan), we like to think of ourselves as 'the one' that can (or does, depending) make the difference. Since it is not possible for all of us to be 'the one', I bow down to those before me, and hope they accept me for what I am. I fit in, if it is any consolation; maybe I'll get a shiny new paint job and cloak amongst my predecessors... if I do it right, they won't even know I'm there. :)


Does anyone know, anyway, what exactly defines a mad scientist? Is it 11 painfully outdated laptops strategically placed under one's bed for storage, awaiting the prime 'striking' moment in old-school AI? Is it the small cluster of servers under the staircase that makes yelling for your spouse impractical because the fans are too loud? Is it the giant scale model remote control car sitting in your living room that you picked up out of a neighbor's 'bulk' trash pile because it 'just seems to fit' your current RC projects? The use of plastic bulk cat litter containers as a place to store the power supplies for the laptops? A transmogrified RC airplane remote that has been retrofitted with a PIR motion sensor to tell you when someone is approaching from 1/4 mile away?

Asylum? Where?

Hello all

Ok, so first things first. I'm new here, so I'm going to say hello, to start. So, Hello!

Now that the pleasantries are out of the way...

I don't generally subscribe to these kinds of things, as I have watched a few people's lives become a little bit on the difficult side when personal info, thoughts, and other attributes to one's private life become visible to the world in such a high speed vehicle such as the web. Just ask my ex, after I get done destroying her credibility during the early portions of 2008 in a courtroom with a little help from her very own myspace page. I guess it goes without saying then, that I may very well be the last person on the planet (maybe even the universe, right Tom?) without a myspace page when D-Day comes, and we all must answer to whatever it was that put us here. I bid you well.

This, though, I found to be a little bit different. I am not here to advertise myself, nor am I here to try to find friendships, a date, or a lewd sex act. I *AM* here, however, because I read the story of the 95 year old great-grandmother in Spain who has found true joy in just speaking out, and the world appears to love her for it. While I am not looking for notoriety, I am looking for a useful outlet for the things in life that I find to be the most interesting, perplexing, or disturbing, whatever the case may be. Either way, her story was inspiring, and has brought me here to see if it can serve my purposes as well.

I look forward to 'serving' you, I think it will be a little on the entertaining side, at the very least!