I hate looking for work. It's too annoying. It's gotten to the point where I had this dream the other night where I won the lottery. It wasn't even millions of dollars. It was just enough so that I never had to seriously look for work ever again.
They say gods cannot be made to do a mortal's work. I never realized how true this was until a Supervillain actually starts doing horribly mundane work for money. Granted, Supervillains are not real gods, but I think we can be considered demi-gods. Mind-numbing work in high doses is lethal and should be approached the same way mortals approach radioactive materials. Unfortunately, 99.9% of student jobs that are out there involve some kind of mandatory brain shutdown. Mortals find this easy to do, and they do it well enough to excel and find satisfaction from their mundane jobs. But for demi-gods who go from bouts of insanity to bouts of ingeniuity, it is too much to ask them to throw down their weapons, work complacently, and be happy about it. The other, sadder, side of this dichotomy is that demi-gods still have gods to whom they have to bow.
American Gods: This book had a better twist ending than "Neverwhere". AG started out pretty slow, I have to admit. Shadow and Wednesday spent so long visiting people and visiting weird places in America. But it all paid off in the end. The ode to Odin and Loki was pretty cool. The scam was ingenious. It was so believable. And Neil Gaiman's note at the end about how his editors had to pick out all his anglicisms was touching. It was proof that Gaiman had to cede ground to the Americans. He shouldn't have. It's not like the average American would understand the whole point of this book anyway.
The federal election is tomorrow. Die, Stephen Harper, die! And get rid of your ungrammatical slogan while you're at it.
Fahrenheit 9/11: this movie has been hyped to the heavens. But I still want to see it. If only to see proof of Bush's supposed neurological disorder.