Six Feet Under, IKEA
So I've been watching Six Feet Under. I just saw 3x01, and good lord what a cheesy cop-out. I didn't want Nate to be dead, but seriously. "We will drive all our characters' developments into a dead end, and then we'll skip seven months ahead! By way of some cheesy fucking near-death-experience plot device. This is cheap and lazy writing. I thought the show, up until now, was at least halfway decent--even though I hate every single one of these characters; they're disgusting excuses for human beings, all of them--but with one episode, they just managed to turn it into the most lame-ass thing television has ever seen. God, that episode made my skin crawl with its cheesy fake-ness. I hope next episode, a helicopter will drop on David, or something. Something that doesn't simply negate all consequences of canon events in a blurry "and everything turned out alright" let's-skip-seven-months-ahead writing cop-out. Gah.
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I also had my IKEA assessment center thing today. It was weird. They made us do a writing exercise, and then they made us develop a sales pitch for a heart-shaped cushion with arms. Yeah, I don't know either. The sales business is such a mystery to me. I'm sort of the type who goes, well, if people need it or want it, they're gonna buy it, and if they don't, they won't, no matter what I tell them. Which I know isn't how it works, but my brain just balks at the idea of coming up with ways of telling people that their lives won't be complete without one of those heart-shaped cushions with arms on their sofas.
Well. I'll find out tomorrow whether I was successful or not.
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I also had my IKEA assessment center thing today. It was weird. They made us do a writing exercise, and then they made us develop a sales pitch for a heart-shaped cushion with arms. Yeah, I don't know either. The sales business is such a mystery to me. I'm sort of the type who goes, well, if people need it or want it, they're gonna buy it, and if they don't, they won't, no matter what I tell them. Which I know isn't how it works, but my brain just balks at the idea of coming up with ways of telling people that their lives won't be complete without one of those heart-shaped cushions with arms on their sofas.
Well. I'll find out tomorrow whether I was successful or not.