It's an empty journey to triumph if you don't plant the seeds of catastrophe along the way
I am no longer lying on the bed with my laptop as I post this. Instead the landlord has installed a few wireless reapeaters throughout the building so, while the strength is "poor", I haven't had to drag my desk over to the door to allow my PCI/PCMCIA adaptered card in my desktop to make contact. Hurray!
As a bizarre coincidence I noticed Mr. Neakums' post on 12 Monkeys after just having returned the library's (VHS) copy for the umpteenth time. My other selections had been the Director's version of Jackie Brown (worth tolerating Mr. Tarantino's rambling to see the very funny alternative opening) and the Director's version of In the Mood for Love. I need to borrow the latter again as I didn't make the most of it. I appreciated them including in the booklet the text of Liu Yi-Chang's Intersection / Tête-Bêche which was the inspiration for the fillum.
Life has suddenly become interesting as I have an interview next Friday in Foster City. I don't know how to rate my chances but it would be perfect if I could land it. Current management have done many annoying things but one heartening thing to hear is that I have done a reasonable job as a supervisor so all of my technicians are considered in line for promotion. That would allow me to leave with a clear conscience.
So, provisionally, I am calling FNICNAFS for the 10th, or maybe I could do brunch on the 11th as the return flight isn't until the evening. I'll be south of BART but I can try and do something with SaMTrans or I'll get a taxi or shuttle. Anyone interested?