The Geek Goes for the Job

If you’ve been a member of Teh Intarwebs in the last month, then you’ve heard about this job, touted as The Best Job in the World. Lillie sent it to me partly as a joke, but with the undertone of "you know this job would be perfect for you." And she was right.

I did my research before applying — I thought long and hard about what exactly to say, and I watched many of the previous entrants’ videos. There were lots of pretty girls in bikinis in the snow, the guys who love bungee jumping and have been dive instructors for 637 years, the requisite songstress, and the poor girl who got a tattoo (bless her heart, as we say here in the land of Elvis and Moon Pies).

What they were missing was a bona-fide Geek. After all, everyone knows Hurley is the real hero of Lost, right? So, enter the Geek Princess. I turned it up to eleven. Here it is, in all its embarrassing glory, my application for The Best Job in the World.

Now, here’s the fun part.

Artwork:On the wall to my right, a framed print and original sketch by Terry Moore, author and illustrator of Strangers in Paradise. Above my head, two original sketches by SF artist J.P. Targete. On my left, a signed picture of Virginia Hey, in all her Farscape regalia (and who just so happens to be Australian). Behind my head, a sketch of Shaharazade, by Rowena. Under my left elbow is a print from Tori Amos’s Comic Book Tattoo. On top of the stack of books is an original Troll Bridge piece by local artist Janet Lee.

The Books: (from the top) The Crooked Letter, by Sean Williams (also Australian), Zoe’s Tale by John Scalzi, Your Hate Mail Will be Graded by John Scalzi, 20th Century Ghosts by Joe Hill, The Lost Ones by Christopher Golden, Captains Outrageous by Joe Lansdale, Mainspring by Jay Lake, and The Reef by Mark Charan Newton. AlphaOops, of course, by yours truly.

What Alethea is Wearing: Roy the Toxic Boy‘s shirt from Tim Burton’s Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. My necklace is a New Zealand Koru carved out of shell that my friend Susie brought back on her last trip.

Yes, my best friend when I was six really was a tree. And my deserted island CD would be Green Day’s American Idiot.

That’s how I roll.

Now please tell all your friends. And keep your fingers crossed that this isn’t another reality show.