speaking of paint...

God dammit.

I used to have to go to courthouses all over Cook county for work and inevitably I would see similar graffiti scrawled all over random furniture and bathroom walls. It always struck me as pathetic (and pathetic is a way nicer word than I usually thought). What's worse than some suburb-wannabe thug thinking it's cool to ink up a bathroom stall?

So to wake up and see that on our garage the other morning set my teeth on edge. Now it's up there already, and the city will be by to paint over it, so there's not any use in getting all worked up. But every time I see it I can't help but think several derogatory thoughts about whoever's life was in sorry enough shape to lead to that. Way to go kid, I bet you and your buddies are the coolest. Good luck making anything of your life.

We weren't the only ones hit, and there was a long line of buildings hit in a similar fashion earlier this month west on Lawrence. It still sucks.

I need a drink.

Current beer-scale: 8.1

Beer me. Or whiskey. Whatever.

So, three interviews this week. One I ended up turning down the position, one I've already heard back as a negative, and one that seemed the most interesting has me crossing my fingers and fighting off panic. Why yes, it was a long week, thanks for asking.

It started off well enough. A pleasant drive up to Evanston for the first NU interview. I could see myself working up there. And yes, I am stubborn enough to think I could bike the 12+ miles each way a few times a week.

Not a bad part of the neighborhood.

Next was two consecutive bus rides downtown, for both the second NU interview and then CAF. Hard to believe, but the bus wasn't that bad.

That middle interview is another story. I had asked multiple times for a job description, only to hear that things weren't settled yet. Turns out it was basically coordinating a grant involving cancer research. Only the research is sometimes done using animals. Not for me, thank you.

The last one went way better than I expected, and suddenly that's the one I'm most interested in. Which is nice, b/c NU called yesterday afternoon to say that they had gone with an internal candidate for the first interview of the week. Wow that was fast.

Thankfully, I had picked up an old friend on my way home in the rain on Thursday and put it to good use to end the week.

Yup. Whiskey sure is good.

Current beer-scale: 6.6

tailgating's already awesome, thanks.

Speaking of football, how fucking dumb is this thing?

http://www.tailgateapproved.com/tg/#/foozie

Advertising is something I try not to pay too much attention too good or bad, but seriously, WTF. Tailgating is awesome by nature--it's drinking beer & grilling outside before a football game with old college roommates and thousands of your closest friends. For a Saturday or Sunday morning in the fall it cannot get much awesomer than that. Throw in tossing around a football, and that's my idea of fun. I don't need some foam-finger coozy that makes it impossible to drink the beer I'm holding. How the fuck am I supposed to drink with that thing on?

A grill/cooler I can kind of see. The dog-vest/condiment holder is something I could almost get behind. But this entire ad campaign is ruined by this retarded foam finger. It drives me crazy to the point of screaming at the tv every time it comes on. STFU pitch-guy. The guys at Mad Men would laugh you out of the building with this stuff.

Sorry, just something I had to get off my chest.

Current beer-scale: 8.6