Aston Martin DBS

There’s only one Bond movie I haven’t seen – On Her Majesty’s Secret Service. Thanks for BBC-A and their James Bond marathon, I’m watching it now. The only thing I knew about the movie was that it was George Lazenby’s only appearance, and the car he drove was the gorgeous Aston Martin DBS – made from 1967 to 1972, and fewer than 800 were built:

What a gorgeous old thing.


What does Bond drive in the newer movies?

Whatever luxury car company pays the most.

He drove a BMW in the Brosnan movies. Aston Martin in the Craig movies.

@ManchuCandidate: Tks. I haven’t been to a Bond movie in many years, except for a couple of Sean Connery ones at the local art house.

When do you hear about the job?

@ManchuCandidate: “Whatever luxury car company pays the most.”

Don’t get me started on the news that Bond will not be drinking martinis in the new movie, per the arrangement with Heineken. Fuck ’em all.

And sending you all my good karma. Hopefully it’s not one of those places that ask you stupid questions during the interview.

@SanFranLefty: Stupid interview questions are the reason I’m freelance.

For a brief time, I was acting editor of the alumni rag, with a presumption that the permanent position was mine once the real editor decided whether to return from leave. And, since the rag was a two-editor shop, I needed an Assistant Minion.

So we post an opening, and I encourage The Best Damn Writer I Know to apply for it — someone who had already been helping me on a temp basis.

This being a university, we had to play the game, including appointing a Hiring Committee. And when Best Damn Writer came in for the interview, the Hiring Committee questions were so jaw-droppingly stupid that he was literally dumbfounded.

Despite that, I knew what he could do — and could show that he had done it — so I went to the mat, only to be overruled by a High Mucky-Muck who effectively said that I wasn’t the best judge of who and what I needed to run the magazine.

And so I quit. And here I am.

@nojo: “Define diversity, and how it defines you.” That was at the end of three hours of group and individual interviews, and I was so exhausted I just wanted to scream.

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