Three moments of odd

Does this mean I need to vanity-size my web hosting?
Got a reply for a job bid last week that said:
We were inundated with applications but had to suspend our search for a few weeks. However, we’ve just resumed our search, and after looking at your portfolio, we’d be interested in speaking with you about the position further. We liked your own website quite a bit. Some of your more conventional e-commerce sites were less edgy than what we’re going for, but breadth of the work you have on your site made us think that you might be able to morph your style to a number of different aesthetics.

First, I can tell that this one’s gonna be a grammar challenge, but also the but breadth of the work you have on your own site made me wonder.. did he just call my portfolio’s arse fat?

That’s pretty sad since I haven’t updated it in a year, which is like the designer equivalent of posting a picture of yourself from ten years ago on Match.com – won’t he be surprised when we meet for coffee!

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Thank god for emergencies at McDonald’s
Was on my way to Amoeba Records on Saturday afternoon, and in doing so took a slightly questionable left turn on a light that was sort of… orange. Completed without incident, turn to go up towards the Arclight for parking, and poof! Sirens & lights in the rearview.

My brain: oh fuck.

I sighed, pulled to the side of the road and…

… they passed right by me, continued up the road, and turned in at the McDonald’s a half a block north where another cop car was already situated with its lights a-flashin’.

Yes!

To whoever it was that warranted a two-car response at a McD’s – I don’t know who you are, but I would personally like to thank you for being unable to keep your shit together. Good luck, dude!

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Do you think Jesus writes off his metro pass?
Now, I’m not really a practicing Catholic – I’m more in George Carlin’s “recovering” category. So the fact that it was Easter weekend really only came to my attention in the form of “ooh, Cadbury Eggs are back!” I knew it was… vaguely soon, but didn’t really pay attention to the actuality of it until Saturday.

What happened Saturday?

Well, there I sat, at the stoplight on the corner of Fountain & Fairfax in West Hollywood, outside the Crescent Heights Methodist Church. (I’m including a map so you know I’m not making this sh*t up)

There in front of me, appears Jesus. No, really. about 6 feet, longish brown hair & beard, sandals, sackcloth mumu-esqu sort of garment, jogging across the intersection, waving his hands in the air.

Why was Jesus waving?

To stop the bus that was about to pull away from the corner. Jesus hopped on board, nodded his thanks to the driver, and the doors closed behind him as they pulled away.

What did I do? I went home. Because really, after you’ve seen Jesus flag down a Big Orange Bus with an old advertisement for Legion on the side of it… well seriously – where do you go from there?

Music: No Envy No Fear – Joshua Radin