Waving (not drowning yet)

[resonant]

In-laws in town till Monday. School doesn't start till Wednesday. Cats have roundworm. Send porn and chocolate.

There was a boy who lived in my dorm in college -- not a handsome boy, but a funny one, one of the many small intermittent crushes of my college years. He sang "If They Could See Her Through My Eyes" (from "Caberet") for the dorm talent show. He used to wear a silver chain around his neck, and I remember very vividly watching him one day and seeing that his pulse made the chain move a little bit.

Wow, that sounds like a memorial, doesn't it? but he's not dead, he's just gone corporate. In today's alumni magazine, it tells me he's been promoted to a new job where he oversees business operations and administration, coordinates business units, directs strategy for brand extension, new media, and product development, and partners with the international leadership team to support the worldwide growth of the brands.

I'm kind of relieved there's no photo.

Also relieved that, however far I may have fallen short of living up to my potential, I am not doing any service to any brands at the moment.

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[vickita.livejournal.com]

a new job where he oversees business operations and administration, coordinates business units, directs strategy for brand extension, new media, and product development, and partners with the international leadership team to support the worldwide growth of the brands.

Wow. That is a truly impressive string of buzzwords. *g*

You know, I have an assortment of nonsense text generators on Dreamweaver, for mocking up webpages. My personal favorite is the techno buzzspeak, which could generate enough Rodney McKay dialogue to keep SGA on the air for the next ten years. But there's also a corporate buzzspeak module -- its icon is a little shovel -- that sounds just like that. Heh.

[karlean7.livejournal.com]

Going from Cabaret to buzzwords makes me kind of sad ;_;. Maybe he still sings that (great) song during office jaunts to the local karaoke hangout or something.

[pun.livejournal.com]

Also relieved that, however far I may have fallen short of living up to my potential, I am not doing any service to any brands at the moment.

Amen to that, sister!

[celandineb.livejournal.com]

Reading that I was reminded of Lloyd Dobler in the film Say Anything: "I don't want to sell anything, buy anything, or process anything as a career. I don't want to sell anything bought or processed, or buy anything sold or processed, or process anything sold, bought, or processed, or repair anything sold, bought, or processed. You know, as a career, I don't want to do that."

Um, there is some fairly new porn on my fic comm, but the chocolate has to be virtual I fear...

[reedfem.livejournal.com]

I'm kind of relieved there's no photo.

I bet you could google one up... ::puts thoughts in your head::

[chrissie-m.livejournal.com]

I kind of know what you mean. When I was an undergrad, I dated a younger man who was in his second year of college. He was tanned from a summer of construction work, was interested in New Age ideas, dressed in jeans and cotton poet shirts and a kick-ass leather jacket, and wore his hair long and flowing around his shoulders. He was going to business college in order to start his own free trade company, to travel around the world doing good deeds and making a few bucks.

Then he got to third year. He cut his hair short for job interviews, lost the tan and got all pale and colourless, ditched the neat clothes for business suits, and started saying snarky intolerant barbs about the neopagans who'd been our friends the year before. Now he's making oodles of cash as a slumlord/some kind of whatever for an international conglomerate and takes great pride in his Jaguar (when I saw the car, I said something about the cute cat hood ornament).

He's successful in the ways that matter to him now, but I have absolutely no regrets about breaking up with him. I could never have lived his new life.

[ecaterin.livejournal.com]

In-laws in town till Monday. School doesn't start till Wednesday. Cats have roundworm. Send porn and chocolate.

You win for Bad Week. Mine is just grumpy by comparison :D

[myalexandria.livejournal.com]

oh, man, that sounds a lot like me looking at the photos from my recent 10-year high school reunion (which I did not attend). Everyone has gained a fair amount of weight and looks like they have an important desk job at a bank. It's depressing, but also (meanly) gratifying; my life choices are never going to make me rich, but they've also made me better-looking and much more interesting than I was in high school, which I suspect many people cannot claim :)

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

Oh, that's hilarious! I wish I had that.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

I can sort of imagine it. In the end, I tracked down a photo, and he still looks much the same. Hair a little thin on top -- the usual.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

It's like the brands are our robot overlords.

[resonant8.livejournal.com]

[nods] It's amazing that any high school or college relationship manages to last -- it's hard for people even to know themselves at that age, never mind knowing other people. (And yet the spouse and I have been together since we were eighteen, so sometimes ignorance gets lucky, I guess.)

[celestialcuming.livejournal.com]

*Fiercly envies your freedom* I'm afraid I've kinda sold out - net to get myself back again.