For those of you who don’t know, I’ll be leaving for Santiago, Chile, early next month to teach English for a semester. W00t!!1!!one!

God help the Chilean people.

I’ll hopefully have this thing up and running before I head down there. That way I’ll be able to get down some of the more interesting things that happen while I am wandering around saying, “Que?”

From the AP:

“When Hemingway killed himself he put a period at the end of his life; old age is more like a semicolon,” Vonnegut told the AP.

“My father, like Hemingway, was a gun nut and was very unhappy late in life. But he was proud of not committing suicide. And I’ll do the same, so as not to set a bad example for my children.”

In other news I got a job. It is neither interesting nor convenient. I will write about it at a later time.

The job search has begun in earnest, and although I have made a number of phone calls, I am still devoid of leads. This is unfortunate, since the money situation is going downhill. I needs the cashflow to support my elaborate, new-century lifestyle and git the bills payd. The best-case scenario is that a biotech company in the tricounty area will place an order for a trained professional such as myself, and lend me a Ferrari or Maserati or a stretch variant of either of the preceding to get me to and from work.

Exempting that possibility, I’m hoping that the English degree will serve as adequate proof of literacy to allow me to work at, say, the local 7/11.

Either way, I’m goddamned bored, and I need something to do with my time that I can just enjoy while feeling mildly productive. Thinking about finishing up the book on the site, but not really too excited about the prospects of where it’s been going. The webcomic is, unfortunately, out for the immediate future, as is the new recording I’ve been working on, due to lack of supplies and the transition to the new apartment. Pool is just plain too expensive right now.

I know it sounds like complaining, but it’s really just sort of a quandary. Boredom is one of the most totally useless things to write about, because there’s always something you could be doing. On the bright side, this means I’m sick to death of TV, video games and whatever else I’ve been doing the past month of laziness. Plus, look! I’m awake and it’s not even 9 a.m. yet!

The finger is nearly healed after two weeks, and the only remaining evidence is some tenderness and what appears to be a sort of nodule of scar tissue. It forms a sort of bump on my fingertip, as if my hand is half-heartedly trying to reject it from my body but is giving it the Minnesota 12-step goodbye. I will keep you all posted on the adventures of Fingie and Joe The Scar. I know you are all riveted with interest.