Suspense and Crap

For those of you who don't know, I had a jorb interview about two weeks ago. I felt like it went very well, and one of my recommenders is my potential-future-boss's boss. Also, I'm well-qualified for the job, so I've been sort of expecting to get it. It would be great if I did, because I would make a lot more money, and Baby and I could afford this lavish champagne-and-fritos lifestyle we've been living. (Actually, it would not quite bump us out of the state-provided healthcare bracket, but it would put us above the poverty line finally.) ANYWAY, all that to say that I MAY FIND OUT THIS AFTERNOON. So, you will experience vicariously my glorious victory or staggering defeat.

Speaking of which, my dog is getting the boot. It turns out that my evil apartment overlords have decided that they DO care about the pet weight limit (which I had been assured they did not), and they're kicking my puppy out in the cold. Or in this case, the warm. So, Baby and I are probably going to drive to El Paso this weekend and hand Ramona off to Fist (Baby's sister) for another few months of doggie camp / free pet-sitting. I don't know what we'd do without Fist. The plan now is to let her sit the dog for a few months, and look for a dog-friendly place to move once Baby and THE baby have recovered. Around July, we hope. So, if you have a cheap, two-bedroom, dog-friendly place for rent in Pasadena, Alta Dena, Highland Park, Eagle Rock, North Central LA (on the Gold Line), Glendale, or North Hollywood (in decreasing order of preference), let me know.

Peace out. I expect that everybody will be biting their fingernails until I post this afternoon.

P.S. BOOKS DIED ON has some new material you should listen to.