6 12 pm pdt [ 1996 ] Rachel used to MOO a lot in 1996. She learned a bit of programming and though life was quite swanky. Then she got into the web more, and spent 1997-2000 pouring out web content, because she enjoyed it. She still does. But now she has rediscovered MOOing. And she's have quite a bit of fun with it while trying to work. She is currently finishing up Tool Kits for Living. She is writing interview questions for a television pilot that has been sold in Latin America. She wonders if she will ever see the show. She sporadically sends her resume to various visual effects houses in LA and though she can she them hitting her site, she never hears a peep from them. She doesn't especially mind this. She is lazy about the whole thing, and she is too happy to mind being employed only part time. Last night she had a MOO conversation which amused her. [The ArchWiz(ard) is the person who owns and runs the MOO.]: |
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Rachel has made all sorts on new MOO friends. She was chatting with one today, and then she took a break and did some serious work. She enjoys the television writing job because she gets exposed to all sorts of wonderfully loony people and she can work from home most days (hence sitting on a MOO while working). While working today, a friend paged her: |
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He pages, "there's stuff about you on *anon!" He pages, "quite a bit..." Rachel pages, "What's *anon?" He pages, "like a newsgroup type thing... where people can anonymously post stuff to it... like an anonymous bulletin board" Rachel pages, "How do I read it?" Rachel pages, "Do I want to?" He pages, "depends what you can bear... it's mostly sexually orientated" Rachel pages, "How do I read it?" He pages, "do @subscribe *anon" He pages, "then @nn, to cycle through..." | ||
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She has just popped some Snoop Dogg Doggystyle in the CD player, and after admiring the splash of color smeared on the wall by the stained-glass windows, she considers her recent behavior. Why the heck is she thinking about sex so much? Is it simply that she hasn't been laid recently? Does it have something to do with going out and meeting so many new men? Is she secretly looking for her hacker when she's MOOing? She's trying to be honest with herself, and examine her motivation, but frankly, she just doesn't know. Rachel revels in being a computer nerd. She really likes it, because people never expect it when they meet her. Rachel likes being unexpected. She wonders if her readers know her so well that should would be just as expected in person. She's in the mood to talk on the phone. If you e-mail her your number, she can call you. 8 02 pm pdt [ messages ] You are more than welcome to tell me what a dork I am. Here I am saying no one has called me to offer me obscene amounts of money to make use of my extensive talents, and I actually have to calls sitting on my answering machine at my dad's house. Don't I just know how to stick my foot in my mouth? One of the calls is a job that just makes me drool. It's a training position for compositing, and I really need a bit of trining before I throw myself to the wolves. I will call for more info tomorrow. A recruiter called me the other day. I was really unhappy about it. My resume has been online since 1997 but it has never had my phone number on it, which means they either went out of their way to look me up (which is possible, since I have a bucket-load of web experience and it was a web job) or one of the places i sent my resume last week passed it on. Anyway, the recruiter chipperly says, "Al Strong told me to give you a call-" and I interrupted and explained that I didn't know an Al Strong. She brushed the comment aside, but didn't go any further when I mentioned I was trying to get out of the web business. Three things have happened recently that bear recording: 1. A friend of mine from elementary school whom I haven't seen in at least a decade stopped by unannounced the other day. She is doing pyrotechnics for film, and I am looking forward to catching up with her. She ran off after giving me her seven hundred phone numbers that everyone in LA has. 2. The tire on my brother's car is flat, so I pumped it up with a hand air pump. It took me a good ten minutes, which means my arms were mighty tired. 3. Most importantly, my mother's boyfriend has been sick and today went into the hospital for tests. He will be there to this weekend, and I am sending him all my love. Thankfully, both he and my mom are pretty calm about the whole thing. * * * two years ago today: "I have been working all weekend on my documentary about my roommate, and editing is well underway." one year ago today: "I have managed to stay in my pjs since night before last, because I have be chained to my machine, working on my latest movie. I am very excited about this one." |
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