Unconventional Wisdom #387

When you're flying blind into an interview, there are usually two outcomes: Very Funny, or Very Stupid.

I've done a lot of interviews where I've been completely fucking ignorant of my subject; in most of those situations, I'd either done next to nothing in terms of research, or was just too plain lazy to do so.

So, what do you do when you don't know what to ask?

You improvise.

You read the body language.

You look for common ground.

And you do it all with a smile. And crack a few dumb jokes, in between.

In short, you wing it. Like your life depends on it. You've blown your two port engines. So you coast along, easy does it, at your own pace. On your own time. And you try to glide that motherfucker in, as gently as you can.

There.

That's how you do it.

That's how you survive.

Ain't Necessary For No Goddamn Caption

It rained for the first two days, I went bungee jumping on the third day, missed the Full Moon party at Ko Phangan on a technicality (freak weather) and was regrettably AWOL for Valentine's Day (sorry, baby).

And then, on my last day in Thailand, I saw this:



Beautiful, huh?

Launch Alert Fighters!

I am officially a fanboy. And I have Mac to thank for that. Because he's a fanboy, too.

We both discovered that we were unashamedly obsessed with the Battlestar Galactica series on the Sci Fi channel, during a recent MSN conversation. I think it has something to do with listening to a lot of futuristic sounds. After all, most dnb fans are Sci-Fi geeks, anyway. So, what the hell.

I don't care.

I want to be a Viper pilot.

Livin' Large

It's funny how acutely a person loses their sense of purpose after retirement. Quite literally funny, in fact.

Think about it; you've been absolved of everything that accompanies Working Life - tight deadlines, Monday morning depression and although you can't periodically Xerox your butt crack any more, well, you don't have to.

I've never seen my Dad like this before. He watches more television than my 13 year-old sister (" Abang, MTV sucks but you know what Damien from TRL is so cute"), hangs out more than I do and has the ability to mysteriously vanish and re-appear two hours later with tasty cakes and pies.

Anyway, when I retire, I'm still going to be producing. Hell, I'll probably even be able to beat-match properly by then.