My kids love the movie Cars. We borrowed the DVD from my parents, and they watched it so much that I felt obligated to buy my parents a new copy, as theirs had become so… uh, well-used.
Of course, with loving the movie comes loving the characters. I’m fairly certain I’m helping put a Disney/Pixar employee’s kid through college, as we are pretty much littered with all the characters, sometimes in multiple copies and/or sizes/formats. It’s not a waste, either – they ALL get played with, for hours at a time sometimes. It’s amazing.
What I do NOT understand is how Pixar decided which characters would be made. Sure, you’ve got Lightning McQueen, Sally, Doc, Mater, Chick Hicks, The King, and so on and so forth, but I think they got some of it all wrong.
As of Wednesday night, I’m going to be out of work. I have a few leads that I’m chasing, and of course I’m always actively looking for more, but one in particular has caught both my attention and my imagination.
It could not have come from a more unlikely place – a singular posting I made on a forum many months ago that I simply assumed would continue to be ignored. Well, someone paid attention and contacted me, and is apparently interested enough in me to have floated the possibility of a job offer.
Yes, there is a fleeting possibility that I might get to work on a project destined for the Automotive X-Prize. How cool is THAT??
I haven’t seen or talked to my friends of long ago Paul and Sarah in probably over a decade. Regardless, I still consider them friends, and have followed along when I heard that their youngest son was having some medical issues. That was over a year ago, and it sounded like everything turned out just peachy after a liver transplant.
Until the other day.
The only information I have is second- (or maybe even third-) hand, but suffice to say things went from bad to worse, and their youngest son is now dead at the tender age of three. THREE. That is the same age as Isaac. I couldn’t imagine having a child that age taken away like that.
Lessons to be learned:
1) Stay in touch with good friends.
2) Cherish who you have while you can.
3) Nothing’s really fair, but that won’t stop it from happening.
Please consider thinking of them (and their elder son, 5 years old) this Thursday. I know I will be.
First, the brainfart. The one-dollar coin (now worth US$1 – woo!) was instantly nicknamed the Loonie. The two-dollar coin, after some hemming and hawing, was eventually nicknamed the Toonie. Some time earlier this year I heard rumour about a five-dollar coin being examined. We’re not ready for it yet, but it will be coming at some point in the future. So the question is, what the heck will we call it? The Finnie, a take off of “finn”? The Johnnie, after John A MacDonald (who I would assume would grace it as he does the $5 bill)? We don’t have a coin with a Canadian Goose on it yet, so maybe the Royal Mint would choose that and we could call it the Goosie?
Why do I care? I guess I don’t… but hey, I’m not going to pass up an opportunity to make up stupid nicknames for nonexistent currency. Can ya blame me?
Oh, look – a transitional sentence. Speaking about my job…
I will be the first to admit that I blog about work a lot. Not necessarily the work that I am doing, but the goings and comings of what one might be kind enough to call “my career”. One one hand I’m starting to feel like that is nearly the only topic I blog about anymore, where there are many other fascinating, uplifting, funny, insightful, or just plain meaningful things I could be talking about instead. On the other hand, anyone who has witnessed my career progression over the past 6 years first-hand should realize exactly what kind of a mess I’m trying to pull myself out of, and why I’m devoting so much air time and brain power to the subject.
For those of you that have joined in more recently, allow me to give you a brief synopsis of what’s happened, and why trying to put my career right is such a high priority for me.
This past week, I sent out my 100th invoice for doing contract work. That doesn’t really give an accurate indication of how long I’ve been doing contract work, as some of those invoices were semi-monthly, some were one-offs, and some were concurrent with others. What does it show, then? Not much, I guess, other than getting to alter the 3rd digit in my invoice numbering.
I had really hoped that invoice 100 would magically be my last invoice, and that I would be a full-time employee by now. Obviously, that hasn’t happened. I really must stop looking for numerical alignments in my life like that – it’s distracting at best, and delusionally superstitious at the very least.
Ah well. Happy 100th invoice to me. Here’s hoping it’s close to my last.
Gad, it feels like forever since I’ve blogged. It’s not really been all that long (OK, a week, but I’ve gone longer) but with all the stuff I’ve been wanting to blog about and haven’t, it feels like my brain is bursting at the seams. In order to ensure that I can still get to bed before too long, I’ll give you the condensed version of what’s been on my mind.