Wildfire 07! Oh noes!

I'm alive. And well. And about a hundred miles away from the fire that's plaguing San Diego. Wow. It's deja vu all over again because four years ago, some part of LA was burning while SD wasn't doing any better. History just repeats itself all the time, huh?

So basically, for the non-Californian folks, there's about four fires in the SD area. One fire has been contained. And the other three are creating fodder for the news and giving one journalist somewhere a promotion. Cynicism at a time like this? Why not? I'm worried but it's a helpless situation of man versus nature. Nature is going to whoop man's ass that I bid all of the firefighters and official good luck with this battle because they're going to need it. And that's an actual sincere statement.

Go here for updates: http://www.signonsandiego.com/firemap/

Oh, and the fire that's threatening my area is called the Witch Fire. I'm sorry but that's too Salem Witch Trials for me to take it seriously. I mean, the actual fire, yes. Name of fire, not so much.

But honestly, I just want to go home.

Why bother?

It's another blitz of job searching for this one. Why isn't the job hunt process easier? Like there could be a central control for all jobs in the world that you can submit your resume to and they could spit out a list of jobs that you're qualiified for? It's almost Big Brother, most likely completely government controlled, but it would make my life easier instead of this mindnumbing wait for call backs. Or lack thereof as one place decided to hire someone else and not give me a courtesy Dear John letter. I've come to realize that I would be happy working in three places:

1. A record shop
2. A health clinic
3. The entertainment industry

But alas, I got a BA in sociology and I'm still wondering what I'm going to do with it.

And now we know

In retrospect, perhaps playing around with my mom's birth control all those years ago was not a good idea. Then again, I was of a wee age and thought they were Pez candy. Hmmm. Retro-justification? I'll take it. The thought just occurred to me though as I was surfing health organization, in hopes of finding job vacancies.

I saw Across the Universe Sunday afternoon and left in awe. Not of the character development or story plot line (all of which was severely lacking), but at the visual and audio acid trip that movie took you on. I had high expectations for the film, which weren't met, because seriously, who comes back from a war so well-adjusted? I may not be an expect on the facts and figures of war veterans but I would have to say that those who aren't traumatized in some form are far and few between. Nonetheless, I had no idea that Joe Anderson was British until I read his biography. So kudos to his accent coach. The movie was filled to the brim with hit or miss covers, the good ones were really good and the bad ones felt shoved in with the excuse that it's a Beatles film. All in all, Jim Sturgess, I love you but you're not Ewan McGregor from Moulin Rouge. And Evan Rachael Woods, stop giving me those stupid tortured looks with your piercing eyes. I get it, Rich Girl with a Conscience.

That said, I've had different Beatles songs running through my head all day long and most likely for the next few days.