kingtycoon | Maybe I should use LJ for more disclosure type things...

In folklore, Saturday was the preferred day to hunt vampires, because on that day they were restricted to their coffins. It was also believed in the Balkans that someone born on Saturday could see a vampire when it was otherwise invisible, and that such people were particularly apt to become vampire hunters.[2][3] Accordingly, in this context, people born on Saturday were specially designated as sabbatianoí in Greek[4] and sâbotnichavi in Bulgarian[3]; the term has been rendered in English as "Sabbatarians".

Hey! Neat, thanks Wikipedia, you've guided me once again to a deeper, more correct understanding of the world and my role in it.

Ah, not really- like most superior men I use the I-Ching to decide what I should do with myself! Like a genius. So I got an interesting cast today, as always the question held sincerely in my heart is "What should I do with myself?" This continues to be a burdensome question for me - since my crippling antipathy for obligation makes me very, very free, but also rather undirected. Anyhow- Hexagram #2 - K'un, The Receptive

Which is a lot less interesting than say... Vampire hunting, but I'll take the Duke of Zhou over any Balkan every time. Here's what he says about it:

THE RECEPTIVE brings about sublime success,
Furthering through the perseverance of a mare.
If the superior man undertakes something and tries to lead,
he goes astray;
But if he follows, he finds guidance.
It is favorable to find friends in the west and south,
To forego friends in the east and north.
Quiet perseverance brings good fortune.

Now see- interesting. I always like when you're offered directions - like compass point directions. Mostly it's funny cause right, I went and had a pretty successful job interview the other day - I think I could have that job like, tomorrow, if I asked for it. Sales dig, but a kind of weird/neat kind of opportunity. Maybe. Some kind of freight clearinghouse - freight logistics planning etc... I was in middle management in the freight terminal, if you didn't know. I did that for three years - that three years you never saw me because the hours were terrible. Pay was alright though. Obligations were too many however. I needed to work nights then and I did, I don't now, but I don't think I'd be asked to. Anyhow that job is in Parma Heights - the Southwest. Meanwhile I'm here in the Northeast and I should abandon my friends here. I kind of should, sinking ship and all that. Anyhow - the subtext here is that I need a job. I'm actually pretty comfortable in the whole job searching millieu. I worried about it- having been kind of bereft of a career or path or paycheck now for actual years - but - But I think going into these places - it's just cause I have to go back to work now. Not because I'm desperate to work your job or be getting whatever you're offering, but just because it's time. It could be a good job. It could be a poor one too - that's sales though. Not that I've made up my mind at all - but it's interesting as potential gigs go.

Did you know I'd prefer not to go back to work? It is true. I have to tell you: I don't like working. Just don't, haven't in a long time. Anyway - you have to do it is the thing. It's the situation of people in society - which is a little weird, because it seems obvious and certain but it wasn't always this way, in fact it's only pretty recently been this way. My changing lines are in the fifth and the fourth places - rendering the changed hexagram #46 - Sheng - Pushing Upward.

This is a nice little cast itself.

PUSHING UPWARD has supreme success.
One must see the great man.
Fear not.
Departure toward the shout
Brings good fortune.

There's also a little touch of insight where it mentions that If by chance you are in the service of a king, seek not works but bring to completion.

Now, my initial read of this was about the guy who would probably hire me and whether or not he's a king -and I can tell he wants to be, is trying and all, but I don't know if he is. Then I gave it a second more of thinking and remembered that I'm a king! Heck, right there in my name and all - so yeah, a king.

Presumably I'm in the service of myself? That's never a terrible answer but it's also never been my exact intention. It's not that I'm what you'd call selfless, rather, kind of forgetful about the self as an idea. Or something of the type. I'm probably pretty selfish - all things considered. I mean, being a shiftless daydreamer and all - that's not exactly outgoing, heroic-style kindness or anything. Really that's more of a self-involved asshole kind of behavior. But you know, when it leads to things like bodily neglect and forgetting to have a retirement fund and that kind of thing - well. It's not really greedy either. Probably just sloppy.

Anyhow. Continuing in that sloppy vein I'll ignore adding useful details about what I've actually been doing, what my situation is like and how much work I'm forgetting to accomplish in order to write this right now.

Probably highlighting my callow, inconstant nature I'll just show the video for a cartoon I enjoyed as a boy. We actually watched this over the weekend because I decided I wanted to. It's a fun little distillation of Blackmoor, in my opinion: