Metafilter

Today was yet another interview. I'm pretty sure my style of cover letter/resume isn't appreciated by many of the employers who receive it. It's anything but strict. The place I interviewed today was one of those tax-funded employment helping hellholes. The type of place that wants your cover letter to start with the Dear Sir or Madame gobblygook. That wants you to include high school NHS awards. There was a poster on the wall, one of those inspirational posters. The picture was of the sign you see when your road tees into another. The top read Career vs. Job.... After abusing the common ellipse, it assured us wearied job-seekers that it was "A Matter of Choice or a Matter of Chance." Yes indeedy.

Metafilter is a website. It's old. It's blue. The idea was that there are good sites out there. Members were encouraged to post interesting sites they found and discussions would ensue. That's not exactly what happened. I found it in late high school, became addicted with the T1 of freshman year college. Back when Stan Chin was the funniest man I knew. I lurked it pretty faithfully for years. Started an account before it cost money and maybe posted one comment, I can't recall now. It was responsible in a small part for who I became. Politically, in what I looked for in entertainment, in porn, in rights, in art.
It took me a few years to notice how small a large part of the commenters had become. How small as in how petty. Everything was shit upon. Some of you who know me will find this humorous. I'm an avid shitter upon. But Metafilter made cynicism and snark a brand new form of art.
People wear shirts that claim they listen to bands that haven't formed yet. It's that fully earnest form of one-upsmanship that finally soured me on the comments in the blue.

This post is nonsense. I'm trying to put something down. I was offered a PT position writing for a magazine. I want to make sure I'm not dried totally up.