Adventures at career services or the hour of a thousand cliches

What was your major?
English.
Have you thought about teaching?
(Rolls eyes)
Oh. That's a good degree. A good broad strokes degree. It says you set a goal and achieved it.
Yeah. So can you help me at all?
What do you want to do?
If I knew that I wouldn't be here.
Have you been to a job website?
Yes.
Has it helped?
I'm here aren't I.
Have you tried our job website?
No. Is it different?
Yeah, it puts hotjob, monster, craigslist and cornhusker help wanted in one place.
So I get the same thing as but before but centralized.
Exactly.
Have you thought about marketing?
Yes.
Good, you can view available marketing jobs across the country. Have you thought about insurance?
Yes.
Good, you can view insurance jobs across the country. Have you thought about sales?
Yes.
Good, you can view insurance jobs across the country. Is there anything else I can help you with?
Is there anything you can help me with?
Have a nice day.

On Video Games

And what if, for the first time in the history of art, it was possible to become the art. Not just actively appreciate but to meld your very conciseness with the aesthetic experience before you. What if you could shoulder the burdens of a great leader or a violent anti-hero. To see with your own eyes the options before you and react.

What would happen to other art?

Is it possible for painting and sculpture to become obsolete? Replacing marble for pixels. And paint for polygons. What about story telling? Why should I pay six dollars to sit in a cramped, smokeless theater or shift awkwardly reading a book when I can by pass all these problems comfortably and simulate the adrenaline rush of normally associated with human interaction.

And can this be extrapolated?

I see no reason it can't.