I Like Your Old Stuff Better Than Your New Stuff (As Regurgitator Once Said)
Okay. Right off the bat, it has been about 7 months since I last posted. I know I promised news, and boy is there plenty. I guess all has flourished so much and the merry-go-round has kicked up, that I haven’t found the time previous to make note of it. And sorry about that.
Granted, I have not had the inexhaustible internet access as I once did. Until now.
So, in the favour of all my previous posts before it, I shall conduct this in the same manner: Dot points. It’s easier to follow and easier to write (and I have been getting a tad on the rusty side, amongst other things).
I guess right off, I do seem to have procured both a low tolerance for the drink and a high tolerance for needing sleep and being able to get to work (of which I will explain shortly).
What you say, “Alcolicious Jackson not staying up until dawn scribbling nonsense for all to read?! What madness is this?” Roll the screen and all shall be revealed…
* New Car: So I got a new car. Remember back to when I had an awesome Datsun, which did have the penchant for wanting to be temperamental and try to kill me. Tony was the name I gave this machine. Tony Stanza. BAM! The boss.
Around April it got to the point that killing me for fun became trying to kill me for passion. There was no real saving of Tony without a lot of resources. More than buying a newer, “safer” car could cost. And so I now own a 2002 Volkswagen Golf. In silver.
No real soul and no real character. I will admit this was the case until it was rear ended and I grew a tad attached (especially after the hire card I was given for a week). Now I give it a little love and a little poke when driving about. I even give it a bit of sweet and harsh talking to when I need to in traffic.
Still, this car has no name and still yet no real personality. And hence my real bane for modern cars – no soul. No real passion. I guess motorisation being simple and practical seems alien and faulty to me. Where is the drama, the pantomime?
So I have the new car, which luckily took a little less longer to find than the ever-perfectly flawed Tony. This one has its flaws (which I will hopefully get to in a future post) but it goes, and is ultimately a more sane option to get from A to B than I was previously relying on.
Tony’s fate? Well he is safely saved from a crusher. I did decide that I do care so much for this car of mine that he needs to be kept in some way. Some motoring way. And so he is being stored at the parents, with plans to resurrect him in a 2nd weekend fun cruiser sense. Reconditioned engine/transmission etc (so all original), but with a mini-muscle car outer flair. All I need now are the funds…
* New Job: After nearly 8 years I have finally left the porn gig behind. And I can barely believe I walked away with as little grey area as I did.
In May I applied for a few jobs and made it to a few interviews. Some were good jobs but ‘m glad none panned out. Then I finally got an interview with a well-known audio/visual retailer that I’ve always been wanting to work for. Did the interview, got the job.
Short to say I gave a week’s notice at the porn shop. Which really was short. I did end up giving up a couple of Saturday weekend hours to cover there in the next month. But it was an amicable break and I still wish them well and will endeavour to drop past when I can.
So I got the new job – a real full-time, Monday to Friday one – which, I must admit, was a little not what I was expecting. When I applied, or even when I had the interview.
I do customer service for an online branch of the company (an entity unto itself mind you), but for all the musical aspirations they seemed to project (based on my musical knowledge/love/lust), there has been scant of it at all since. My passion and desire doesn’t feel like it is needed for this position – not that it might not be appreciated. But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t do this job with a limited musical knowledge limited to an all late-90′s pop artist appetite only.
So them were the breaks. Now though I have been moved up (or on, whatever) to placing orders for consumer electronics ordered on our site to local dispatch stores. Talk about removed from music (and my passion for). I got there because I had attention to detail; nee anal retentive/obsessive compulsive.
I’m still content where I am. I can move around in the future, as prefered, especially given it is a large spreading company. Not a simple porn retailer. But that doesn’t mean my lust for a real music avenue isn’t trying to break through it all…
* New Abode: Did I forget to mention that the “girl” of previous posts, the girl who was overseas, actually came back to Australia? Well she did and I am now a happy co-habitor with her.
I found out back in December ’09 and I must admit I was as ecstatic as I was surprised. There was some house (and state) shuffling going on for at least 5 months before we found a place together. And I am happy.
Which, reading those flashback finding posts and some others, some would never have guessed.
Anyway, so I moved out and since then have been living life a little quieter. As in my introduction, I only got internet connected 3 months after moving in. A laziness on my own part mind you. Teamed with the new job means I can’t stay up as late as I used to.
The Casa does live on though, and I visit every week (more if can) – we still do filming (search Behind The Red Couch on YouTube) – but the podcasts are well done. I may give them a crack in the future but it’s a hard medium to keep it fresh and funny. Especially solo.
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I guess the big 3 might be the best ease-into post at the moment. It’s hard to keep the same pace as before, though I did try give it a shot. I guess all said a lot has changed since I last posted in March. And plenty more is to come; both in life and back on this blog.
Just keep your eyes out…
– AJ
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