I’m going to Best Buy tomorrow for a second interview. That’s a pretty good sign, I hear, when they call you back. I am hopeful about this gig; my reception at other places of possible employment has been less then lukewarm. Best Buy, which is tickling my alliterative nerve as a type it, seems sort of keen on having me join their Geek Squad.

That’s possibly the most appropriate place of business for that I have ever heard.

I’ll be there, tomorrow/today, all clean cut and respectable looking and hoping they can pay me to do what I do in my spare time anyway, except for the calling strangers and picking up after myself.

In less then a month, hopefully, I’ll be moving into a new apartment and for it I’ll need a whole mess of new things. There is also a list as long as my arm of things I need. Now, when I say “need” I mean it in the way that a 13 year old girl “needs” to get asked to the Valentine’s Dance. While there is not compelling and logical reason for me to buy any of this stuff, if I don’t buy them there is a distinct possibility that I will die

RAM, replacement motherboard, another monitor, entertainment center, new television, another monitor or three, video capture card and appropriate software, bookshelves, new batch of video cards, hard disks, new computer case (possibly custom built), and a whole mess of other things. Laptop.