Amid all the coverage of Blackwater's shenanigans, this picture naturally caught my eye. I mean, I know it is totally inappropriate to be checking out a hot guy, when we're talking about major scandals, and fuck-ups involving loss of life, etc., etc., but c'mon, you know this guy is hot. I have had some personal experience with Blackwater, as after Hurricane Katrina, they were EVERYWHERE guarding shit and keeping us all on lockdown. Needless to say, they have some foin personnel. Made for some great eyecandy for the boys when they'd roll past St. Anne on their humvees. Ah, to be in New Orleans in the fall of '05: it was like the wild west of non-stop military, and civilian militia hotness.
Okay, so I realize that I've been in SF over two weeks now with nary a posting covering what's been going on and what sort of trouble I've been getting myself into. The main piece of news is that the job I thought I had when I got here turned out to be a bust-at least for the short-term. My potential employer did suggest that things may work out in the next couple of weeks. We'll see. In the meantime, I'm scrambling to put together a short list of super-sexy design firms that would like to hire a really smart, really competent designer who would contribute considerably in various and unexpected ways to the quality of design output, and thus the bottom line. So for the next few weeks it's interviews, interviews, interviews.
Of course, with the Folsom Street Fair and Love Parade coming up this weekend, and the Castro Street Fair next weekend (and the tons of parties, bars and shit to do in this town on any given day/night), there'll be plenty of distraction and excitement. I just hope the money don't runned out before I get my firs' direc deposic.
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