Having inside jokes only work if they're actually shared.

Surveys = $?

Clark Howard listed Cashcrate.com as a legit "work from home site."

I don't know if it's worth the effort, what do you think?

if a tree falls scenario

I have a lousy ROI when it comes to responses to my FB messenger of late. I only have 27 "friends," so I have little interaction in the grand scheme. My mom is close enough to see the kids daily and to post to her page to share their wonderful faces with her friends, so I don't think she'd mind if I deactived my account. Then again, I doubt she'd notice since she's rarely on herself.

days of less annoyance

William S. Burroughs was a strange man from what I know of him. My brother had me read Naked Lunch and I found myself thinking I could write a novel if that incoherent work was considered such.
I read it once. I read it around June 9, 1996. I'm not sure when I started it or finished it, but I know I was reading it on that day because I like 9s and 6s. I think I was reading it when I got a call to hang out with a Jamie. I had to pass on hanging with her a week or so earlier because I was heading out of town. She was as my high school graduation and called me afterward. I hadn't seen her since we paid our respects to Justin Hughes in May of '94, a day I dreamt of before he passed. Anyways, I think Jamie called me on a Wednesday which would have been either the 5th or the 12th. I was a slow reader and it was a slow read.
I mention Burroughs and Jamie because they seem intertwined in my mind. I liked Jamie, but never thought of myself in her sort of league. She was more mature in her world view I guess, or at least seemed to be other worldly in my simple naive mind. She had a boyfriend, but it wasn't like I thought of my hanging with her meant anything beyond finding out what her end game was. I had nothing better to do, and was wondering why she'd care to call me when no one ever called me. I wonder if I'll ever understand. I'll ask her when it doesn't seem too rude to do so.
Anyways, I was thinking of Burroughs the other day and looked up stuff and read that he'd had a number of uninteresting jobs that would seem beneath him. I imagine his family and friends thought he was nuts. I imagine that he didn't really care or was too scared to try to be something more. For he had talent and was doing nothing with it.
My job has been annoying me of late, but tonight it sucked less. It's just a job that pays the bills and doesn't define me.

one of these days

I will turn 37 in a few weeks. I need to get a new license. It's a 4 year cycle sort of thing that has been oddly in sync with my knack of losing my job. I was 24 when I was first fired 6/10/03. I was 28 when I got laid-off 11/17/06. I was 32 when I got last terminated on 7/27/11.
I hated all of the jobs for various reasons. I drove too much for one. I was too bored for another. I was overstressed for the third. I have only really quit one job in the 2 week notice fashion, and the 10th anniversary of that is coming soon.
I have nothing to say really just musing things.

Andy Warhol

There was a time I would have considered myself a Warhol expert. I read several biographies in addition to his Philosophy and Diary. I subscribed to Interview at one point.
Other things occurred to give a depth to his persona beyond the grave. Regardless, he is someone I admire on one level, yet pity on so many other levels. He died young, when you consider he looked old for so long. I can't imagine being shot for no reason. I can't imagine dying recovering from a routine surgery while my private nurse read her bible.
Pop Art is rather simple on the eye, yet bold hanging on a wall. Maybe I don't get it, but it's what I like. I wear Superman and Coca-cola shirts because of Warhol. I can't but wonder what the world would have been like if he had witnessed the Internet Age. Then again, I think about William Burroughs and how he would have loved Twitter. Today Andy would have been 87, if he hadn't died in '87. Burroughs died August 2, 1997. I think about the two a lot, but not as much as I once did. Used to bother me that they were gay or whatever degree of queer they were, but that's a different post for a different day.

Happy anniversary.

Washing machine was acting stupid over the weekend. Fiddled with it Sunday, now it doesn't seem quite as stupid.
Garage door was being stupider than normal today. Fiddled with it tonight, and it too seems less stupid.
Now I am expecting a third thing to act stupid, or the previous fixes to fail. Trivial mundane annoyances I am happy to have considering 14 years ago I never thought of owning a washer nor a car for that matter. I guess J saved me from becoming bum.