One down.

So, now that you can feel the excitement of my having landed a job at Red Lobster, let it be known that henceforth I will be rocking more wads of dollars than a stripper novelty-prop act.

Bank tellers will fear me; laundry change machines will not be able to handle my wrath; dollar bribes will pave the way to better restaurant seating and a more enjoyable lifestyle; pony rides; fake moustaches... you know, the usual stuff that results from employment in the food service industry.

But, to be completely serious, I'm very happy that I finally have a job. As exciting as sitting around playing video games in my boxers all day is (and no, I'm not being sarcastic), I feel as though my brain could be best employed in something more productive than stealing sigil stones from the lands of Oblivion. After all, I'm nearly 25, and there's a hell of a lot more to life than being shut-off from people.

The other night, Terri and I went to a comedy show at Acme. We watched an amateur show where it became quickly apparent that the group of people on stage had somehow gotten trapped in some sort of joke barrier; where delivery and punchlines were sacrificed in favor of goofy glasses and crazy proclamations about oral sex.

So, being that Acme has further applications for amateur stand-up comedians, I've always wanted to try my hand at it, and I'm far too curious to ever reject a shot at doing something I could be good at, I think I'm going to apply. Whether it will go well, who knows. But I feel like it's something I need to do before I get too old to step on stage.

Not a career move, just something I'd like to try. And hey, who knows, I could be better at it than I think.