Someone, please, stop me, save me from myself. Take the name and start a blog of your own with it. There are endless possibilities:
In any case, I would be your first and most ardent follower, and you’d be doing the world a great service by preventing a pun of that nerdy magnitude from remaining in my hands too long. You wouldn’t let a pyromaniac hold onto a military-grade flamethrower, now would you?
… for an internship position in their programming department for the rest of the summer. (Film series/festival programming, not computer programming…)
I’m meeting with them at their Presidio headquarters this afternoon. Wish me luck!
In this beclouded world, all I have that’s real and that will last is my mind. And even that might not be real, and even that might not last.
I think this is the most elemental formulation of all my woes, the mite that inflames all the flesh around it.