So, I had a job interview this week. I have no idea how I did. Maybe I was impressively assertive, just the right amount of I-am-so-fabulous-yet-appropriately-humble proclamations emitting from my piehole. Or perhaps I fool myself. Maybe I was way too Jersey, and that what I hope came across as confidence instead sounded like Yo, you give me the job or I breaka you face. Either way, it was an interesting exercise and gave me a chance to reflect on a few things while I wait to hear back if I got the gig. Do you remember that scene in Bladerunner where the investigator is sitting across from a replicant but he’s not sure if the guy is a replicant so he asks a question designed to prompt a certain response that will reveal the truth? I believe the question was, Tell me about your mother. And the replicant says, My mother? I’ll tell you about my mother. And then he blows the guys to smithereens laying the groundwork for Harrison Ford to, among other things, spend the rest of the flick lusting after Sean Young while the rest of us drool over Daryl Hannah. (I mean, really, was she hot or what?) more ›