[Stop Me If You Think You've Heard This One Before ]

I haven't posted in awhile, so if for some unfathomable reason you're remotely disappointed, allow me to explain why.                                                                                  I wish here was where I'd have some vast series of events that led me to this, and took up most of my time, but I don't; I was just really preoccupied with two things (or three depending how you prefer to sort them) , one set of which was slightly more frivolous than the other.

1. I've been playing both Monkey Island 2 and Indiana Jones and the Fate of Atlantis without walkthroughs, which is a lot more frustrating than it was originally-go figure.

2. I've been having a series of long drawn out conversations with the guy I used to work with at my old magazine job, in the hopes of returning to work there. Now this is complex seeing as I quit over an utterly overblown dispute with my editor at the time, even though no one actually wanted me to do so. I was basically using it as an excuse, because I needed a break.

The guy, whom I'm not going to name, but shared the same basic job as me when I was there, but now has the job of the person I argued and quit with, but has now also left (features editor). Now he wants me to come back, I think-I'm still not really sure. He wants me to come back, but he doesn't me to know that he wants me to, and neither do I want him to know that I need to. So the ‘negotiations' proceeded at a speed and transparency roughly equivalent to the Cuban Missile Crisis being discussed at the U.N. It still hasn't been officially resolved, though there seems to be a tacit agreement between the two of us that I probably am going to return.

While all this has been going on, I've also been trying to negotiate Emma into an internship program. I asked my previously mentioned editor-friend first, but he replied with the rote ‘they'd already filled their internship slots for the year, and that'd be unfair to turf one of them out to let Emm in. he did however give me the name and number of a guy at another mag with a still open intern program, and promised to call and lay the groundwork with. Actually thinking back on it, it's probably a good thing that Emm and I don't end up working at the same place for a variety of reasons...I'm just saying.

Anyway I called this guy, who turned out to be an incredibly affable Midwesterner whose voice reminded me of the comic Jim Gaffigan (WORD!). I then proceeded to waste an hour of his time with a ‘you don't know me...' conversation in which I attempted to sell Emma as the best candidate imaginable and someone he should, no needs to accept.                      Amazingly my powers of persuasion paid off, and he provisionally accepted her into the exciting world of semi-paid magazine internship. When I say provisionally I mean just that, because I haven't told her about any of this, and won't until I break the news, as she's stopped reading this blog as a semi-peace accord between us; she'll stop reading and being bothered about being talked about online, and I'll still be able to write about it.