Back in May, I applied for a freelance editing position and I was asked to send in a writing sample, which I promptly did. I never heard from them again so was left thinking, 'Ok... they didn't like it. That sucks. Oh well.' :P
I just got an email from them, asking me to schedule a testing (they're in the US so it would have to be an online test)!!!
Yay!
That's all :)
PS. Apologies, to anyone concerned, for my (honest, yet tactless) slights against Latham and Kerry in my last post.
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
Monday, November 15, 2004
'PMS City, man...'
Mood swings here, there and all over the place. It ain't great, and it ain't pretty but damned if that's gonna stop me writing about whatever at the moment.
True, not the greatest way to sort of restart, or repost, in my LJ but it's a ready outlet at this point. Hey, hopefully I'll have calmed down by the end of the entry, trusting that writing maintains its tendency to get me from Point A (I'm-a-pissed-off/depressed-as/hormonal-a
Beyond this paragraph, I'm not saying anything about work. Just. No. Point. Right now, I am completely and totally hormonal hence I could not hate it more. But that's now. Bah.
::Catch Up:: What's happened since I last posted here? Howard won. Bush won. I was pretty glad that Howard won (Latham was nothing more than a baby-kissing crowd pleaser who just did not seem to be able to make up his mind about anything). As to Bush? Out of two men who freak me out, he freaked me out less. Kerry seemed to resemble Latham a little too much for my liking. I could be wrong. I speak only of my personal impressions. I mean, is it too much to ask for someone to have the capacity to MAKE UP THEIR MIND AND STICK TO IT PLEASE????? Ok, maybe it is. I'm still gonna ask though. Trying to follow all the ups and downs just makes me wanna throw.
Ach. Whine, whinge, grumble. Gotta stop... or at least, tone it down.
::Home Front News:: One of my baby sisters (and by that, I mean, the 18 year old :P) had her graduation ceremony yesterday. I cannot believe it. She's 18!! She's out of school! She's going to uni!! How quickly did that all happen?? Four years ago, it was me. And hehe, nothing has changed. The ceremony, the dresses, the neverending speeches... nope, it's all the same. Except that my sis is taller than I was back then. :P
::Blood Boilers:: Along with a large portion of Australia at the moment, Idol's got me hooked. Anthony VS Casey. Honestly, I like them both. Despite his extremely pop-like style, I am an Anthony fan. His voice just plain kills. It's one of the best voices I've ever heard. Plus, despite the idea that people have deemed him arrogant, I've seen no real indication of that whatsoever. I especially did not see any of that supposed 'arrogance' when, for the first time ever, I watched him shake like a leaf during last night's show (ex-performance, thankfully) and, also for the first time ever, heard him slip on some notes.
There is something about him though, that drives me mad and that would be the fact that, if he were to be able to alter just a few things in his performance style, he would kill. End of story. I don't care that what he likes is more pop than anything else. Do not care, plus I like a lot of stuff that is considered pop (I like depth in my music, yes, but just because I also enjoy stuff that requires little or no real thought, this does not give anyone leave to label me as vacuous or shallow). But man! Those damn cheesy looks and little performance quirks that Johnny Young specialised in teaching back in the 80s... they really have to die. I mean, just die. I understand that years of training when you were a little kid are hard to unlearn, but get those out of there and he'd be one helluva performer. I'm completely with Dicko on the frustration. The best and the worst in the comp (almost) are both in him and if he could just forget all that the 'great' JY taught him. That would be bloody, freaking awesome. Oh yeah, and lose some of that melisma. Not all, but it needs cutting.
Combine his voice and dedication with Guy's emotional delivery. That would be amazing.
That said, I love Casey. Great voice, great control and, from what I can see, cool personality. She still has that little bit of 'I'm so grunge, get me?' going on, but she's getting over it and I really like that. She is better than that. And for someone who so many have crticised in terms of physical appearance, I must say, she has really gorgeous eyes. It gets even better when they actually come to life while she's singing. People are right (Anthony included) when they say she has an amazing ability to bring real emotion into her songs and more of that ability than anyone else in the comp. I know maturity and age are a subjective matter, but she's done pretty bloody well for herself for a 16 year old.
That she and Anthony are so obviously friends, and completely easy around one another, makes me even happier that they are the final two (kind of like Shannon and Guy, where Shannon = Casey, except I think Casey actually has talent). Had it been Courtney VS Anthony? I don't think it would have been as much fun to watch their antics. Last week's Inside Idol had me cracking up heaps!
**Speaking of cracking up, I did a great deal of that watching Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, last Friday. Funny and sweet as hell, that movie is. :D 'Twas a great end, to a completely shithouse week.**
Some of the stuff that people have said about both idol finalists... oh well. We are all entitled to our opinion (which I am overexercising at this point). I like them both and whosoever ends up winning, given that it is what they actually want, then I'll be happy. I only pity the fool that will have to record that hopeless song as their debut single. Wow. Craptacular as all hell.
Ok, I think that Point B has finally been reached, even if possibly only temporarily. My only cripe right now is that no one is letting me get Guy's 'Kryptonite' and I've been trying to do so for ages now.
::Odds and Ends:: Am currently reading Eudora Welty (a collection). And enjoying it. Makes me want to write more actually, and that's always good :)
Journo is getting back on track. Yay!
I have sworn off alcohol. Bring on the Coke! I am swapping the depressant (and believe me, it did!) for the not-so-stimulant. At least I get happy without getting ridiculous or ultimately depressed/humiliated.
I am finally getting my watch fixed (thanks to having a paycheque) after something like a year.
I've been doing some drawing again. Hurrah! And getting to sit down at the piano a bit more too.
I shall reserve my work rant till after the departure of the buggered hormones. Once that occurs, there is a slight chance I may like it. Although, there is no need to hold breath. In fact, I advise against it.
I finally get to watch the last ep of Friends, next Monday. I was sad when it actually ended [cue reader's laughter], but this'll just cement it for me.
Our house is getting redone and I'll finally be getting my own room. :) I'm 22 in less than a fortnight, 'tis about time, no?
Last Friday was the one year anniversary of the death of Jonathan Brandis. Rest In Peace
ETA: *Hurrah! I'm finally getting Kryptonite!*
True, not the greatest way to sort of restart, or repost, in my LJ but it's a ready outlet at this point. Hey, hopefully I'll have calmed down by the end of the entry, trusting that writing maintains its tendency to get me from Point A (I'm-a-pissed-off/depressed-as/hormonal-a
Beyond this paragraph, I'm not saying anything about work. Just. No. Point. Right now, I am completely and totally hormonal hence I could not hate it more. But that's now. Bah.
::Catch Up:: What's happened since I last posted here? Howard won. Bush won. I was pretty glad that Howard won (Latham was nothing more than a baby-kissing crowd pleaser who just did not seem to be able to make up his mind about anything). As to Bush? Out of two men who freak me out, he freaked me out less. Kerry seemed to resemble Latham a little too much for my liking. I could be wrong. I speak only of my personal impressions. I mean, is it too much to ask for someone to have the capacity to MAKE UP THEIR MIND AND STICK TO IT PLEASE????? Ok, maybe it is. I'm still gonna ask though. Trying to follow all the ups and downs just makes me wanna throw.
Ach. Whine, whinge, grumble. Gotta stop... or at least, tone it down.
::Home Front News:: One of my baby sisters (and by that, I mean, the 18 year old :P) had her graduation ceremony yesterday. I cannot believe it. She's 18!! She's out of school! She's going to uni!! How quickly did that all happen?? Four years ago, it was me. And hehe, nothing has changed. The ceremony, the dresses, the neverending speeches... nope, it's all the same. Except that my sis is taller than I was back then. :P
::Blood Boilers:: Along with a large portion of Australia at the moment, Idol's got me hooked. Anthony VS Casey. Honestly, I like them both. Despite his extremely pop-like style, I am an Anthony fan. His voice just plain kills. It's one of the best voices I've ever heard. Plus, despite the idea that people have deemed him arrogant, I've seen no real indication of that whatsoever. I especially did not see any of that supposed 'arrogance' when, for the first time ever, I watched him shake like a leaf during last night's show (ex-performance, thankfully) and, also for the first time ever, heard him slip on some notes.
There is something about him though, that drives me mad and that would be the fact that, if he were to be able to alter just a few things in his performance style, he would kill. End of story. I don't care that what he likes is more pop than anything else. Do not care, plus I like a lot of stuff that is considered pop (I like depth in my music, yes, but just because I also enjoy stuff that requires little or no real thought, this does not give anyone leave to label me as vacuous or shallow). But man! Those damn cheesy looks and little performance quirks that Johnny Young specialised in teaching back in the 80s... they really have to die. I mean, just die. I understand that years of training when you were a little kid are hard to unlearn, but get those out of there and he'd be one helluva performer. I'm completely with Dicko on the frustration. The best and the worst in the comp (almost) are both in him and if he could just forget all that the 'great' JY taught him. That would be bloody, freaking awesome. Oh yeah, and lose some of that melisma. Not all, but it needs cutting.
Combine his voice and dedication with Guy's emotional delivery. That would be amazing.
That said, I love Casey. Great voice, great control and, from what I can see, cool personality. She still has that little bit of 'I'm so grunge, get me?' going on, but she's getting over it and I really like that. She is better than that. And for someone who so many have crticised in terms of physical appearance, I must say, she has really gorgeous eyes. It gets even better when they actually come to life while she's singing. People are right (Anthony included) when they say she has an amazing ability to bring real emotion into her songs and more of that ability than anyone else in the comp. I know maturity and age are a subjective matter, but she's done pretty bloody well for herself for a 16 year old.
That she and Anthony are so obviously friends, and completely easy around one another, makes me even happier that they are the final two (kind of like Shannon and Guy, where Shannon = Casey, except I think Casey actually has talent). Had it been Courtney VS Anthony? I don't think it would have been as much fun to watch their antics. Last week's Inside Idol had me cracking up heaps!
**Speaking of cracking up, I did a great deal of that watching Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, last Friday. Funny and sweet as hell, that movie is. :D 'Twas a great end, to a completely shithouse week.**
Some of the stuff that people have said about both idol finalists... oh well. We are all entitled to our opinion (which I am overexercising at this point). I like them both and whosoever ends up winning, given that it is what they actually want, then I'll be happy. I only pity the fool that will have to record that hopeless song as their debut single. Wow. Craptacular as all hell.
Ok, I think that Point B has finally been reached, even if possibly only temporarily. My only cripe right now is that no one is letting me get Guy's 'Kryptonite' and I've been trying to do so for ages now.
::Odds and Ends:: Am currently reading Eudora Welty (a collection). And enjoying it. Makes me want to write more actually, and that's always good :)
Journo is getting back on track. Yay!
I have sworn off alcohol. Bring on the Coke! I am swapping the depressant (and believe me, it did!) for the not-so-stimulant. At least I get happy without getting ridiculous or ultimately depressed/humiliated.
I am finally getting my watch fixed (thanks to having a paycheque) after something like a year.
I've been doing some drawing again. Hurrah! And getting to sit down at the piano a bit more too.
I shall reserve my work rant till after the departure of the buggered hormones. Once that occurs, there is a slight chance I may like it. Although, there is no need to hold breath. In fact, I advise against it.
I finally get to watch the last ep of Friends, next Monday. I was sad when it actually ended [cue reader's laughter], but this'll just cement it for me.
Our house is getting redone and I'll finally be getting my own room. :) I'm 22 in less than a fortnight, 'tis about time, no?
Last Friday was the one year anniversary of the death of Jonathan Brandis. Rest In Peace
ETA: *Hurrah! I'm finally getting Kryptonite!*
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