I know I've been doing way too many quizzes recently, but this one has special importance to me. I'm at that stage of my life where people are asking what I intend to do after college. I've been searching for an answer because I really don't KNOW yet. Now I have one. I figure that, if nothing else, saying "I'm going to kill everyone in the world and then live in peace for 100 years with a horny penguin." will put them off guard. Yes I know that the quiz actually says the Penguin thinks I'm horny but that's not nearly as amusing.
I now firmly believe that the movie "Drumline" was either a joke or a dare that went way too far. I've seen bits of it on cable and it's actually a serious movie about the athletic rivalries and glory that come with being a drummer in a college marching band. I realize that there have been a lot of football movies, but this is reaching pretty deep into the barrel isn't it? What's next? "Fly Fisher"? "Shoe Salesman?" I can imagine the trash talk now.
"See her over there? I'm going to sell her some Manolos"
"Man you couldn't sell birkenstocks to a stoned Hippie. Watch the master at work."
"Back off junior. Shouldn't you be back in the stock room practicing stuffing tissue paper into the toes of sneakers?"
"Save it old man. You may have been hot shit when it looked like Velcro would be the next big thing but you're over now."
Or the chewing out by the manager:
"Look Henry, you're a great shoe salesman, there's no doubt about that, but you're reckless. One of these days you're going to try to eyeball a woman's foot and come out of the stock room with the wrong size, and she's going to leave here and never come back. We can't afford to take that kind of risk, that's not what Fancy Feet is about. You're either a part of the team or you're off the team. Here we measure people's feet before we get them shoes, no exceptions. I'm putting you on suspension. You need some time to cool off. Come back when you're interested in selling some shoes, not being a hero."
Then the climactic redemption:
"I don't know what we're going to do. She needs something to match that dress for a party tonight but she's got irregular feet, feet like I've never seen. I think we're going to have to send her over to If The Shoe Fits, and without the margain on this pair of shoes it looks like I won't have enough to make the mortgage on the shop this month. They're going to close us down boys, and put a Pizza Shack up here."
"Maybe I can help."
"Henry? What are you doing here? I fired you."
"I know, and I'm not asking for my job back but if you just let me in there I think I can help save the store. I owe you guys that much. I was a real heel."
"Look I'm going to need a left Pierre Cardin pump size 8 and a right Jaques Plimpton Slingback size 5, both in black. Also a pair of scissors, a nail file, and a glue gun. I'm not sure if we can do this...but I have to try."
The writings going okay, it's not professional quality but it's better than I expected. I should have my second chapter up by tonight and I'm actually pretty okay with how the story's going. In fact the plot's better than the descriptive writing, which is too wordy and awkward.
I really should be doing schoolwork but I don't have any real desire to and I'm sure it'll get done at some point. For the first time in awhile I'm kind of inspired.
My new computer's been broken for the better part of a month now and it doesn't really bother me. Maybe I'm outgrowing those kinds of toys. I really should fix it and get it running again but for now it's just not a huge priority with me. Consumption is okay but creation is better.