Peer Pressure, Hot Wheels, Last Steps, Back in Limbo Land

Wow.
Lot's to cover so let's get started!
So the other day, I get a correspondence in the mail.
Not the good kind:



Well, I guess it can be the good kind if you are type that likes to do your civic duty and has a lot of time do it.
It can also be good if you are unemployed and need something to do for a few weeks.
Thing is, I've served once with a jury of my peers already and while it was sort of fun, I'm not looking forward to repeating it. Actually the decision was settled out of court and while we served for two weeks, we did not end up in deliberations.
Still I feel guilty for not wanting to do it.
Peer pressure, don't you know.
I wouldn't mind doing a criminal trial, you know, just to see what it's all about, but unfortunately, I have my dialysis to think of.
I dislike saying it, but hopefully that's my Weasel Card.
The dialysis, I mean.
So anyways, there I was, heading off to said dialysis, when what did I spy?
Some seriously hot wheels.
Bad pics is all I got:




First of all, I usually don't get all hot and bothered by exotic automobiles, and I didn't get all hot and bothered over this one. Once you've sold them, they sort just become a commodity.
That's not to say I wouldn't buy one if I had like a loose million laying around. That would be a couple hundred grand for the car and like eight hundred thousand in maintenance.
A couple of things surprised/bothered me about it.
First was how small it was.
I've seen one of them old Countachs up close and it was a large road hugging hole in the air.
Okay, actually if I remember correctly, the Countach had a rather high coefficient of drag. I mean it was almost as wide as the lanes on the street.
I've also seen a Diablo, and it was impressively wide too.
This Lambo, I don't know, could have been a Lexus if I didn't know better.
Italian lines give it away.
Second, if I had a car like that, I sure as hell would make sure the wheels were straight when I parked it.
Travesty!
Blasphemy!
Or maybe the dude is like me and really doesn't care.
I mean it's just a car.
Well more than just a car; I did get a warm fuzzy when he started it up.
So anyways, before I got to my own personal Jiffy Lube, I stopped off at the clay place and got some glazes:



I've been thinking of the Industrial Teapot all week and finally decided on some glaze.
Sort of.
I'm gonna try and do a test tomorrow, fire it, and if it comes out, fire the teapot on Sunday.
Glazing is make or break time.
I've been thinking that it's time for me to start showing again.
By showing, I mean to start entering the local exhibitions.
How that works it you enter your work, a jury of your peers picks some stuff (hopefully yours) and you get your work in an art show.
I've been in all the major local ones at least once and a couple of the smaller ones too. It's not really a big thing, just a portfolio booster.
Well okay, I have to admit, it's bit difficult to see the works of people you used to show with knowing all I got is this blog.
Not that this blog is nothing, for it is something.
Sort of.
Lastly, my phone emitted some digitally produced sounds and guess what?
I interview for a teaching position!
Hold on.
Same place, different position.
Boy, they say third time's a charm and that didn't pan out so at this point, it's hard to get excited.
Again.
I swear if the rest of my life wasn't on the line here, my pride would have taken over long ago and I would've just said to stick it!
Then again, it's just the process so I guess I just keep sticking it out.
Get it?
Stick it? Sticking it out?
Nevermind.
So anyways, I'll be back in limbo as of next week, for how long I don't know.
Waiting on a job is worse than, well, choosing glazes, badly parked Lambos and jury duty.