Let’s see, a recap (oh no!) of recent events:

I’m starting a new music video. It’s on the order of a special request, and as soon as the idea took hold in what passes for my brain I couldn’t resist the idea of making it work. Film at eleven, as it were.

Wendi has her airline tickets, as does her father. Next Wednesday afternoon they’ll be leaving for a week. I’ll be on vacation, more or less. For me the word “vacation” tends to translate as “watches kids for a few days while praying the phone never rings.” I’ll manage to enjoy my time off anyway, have no fear.

The itinerary for the Dept. Heads retreat next week has been distributed. Meetings, meals, repeat. Oh, and there’s some golf scheduled, but I opted out of that. There are worse ways to spend the two days before my vacation starts…

I have tried Winamp 3. There are some inventive skins available for it, but do they all have to be impossible to actually use? Note to skinners: We want to actually use the software too.

I’m taking the laptop home this evening. If all goes well, I’ll get a chance at finishing off my remaining TMTT episodes over the next few days. I’d like to have that project completed for my own peace of mind, thank you. I’m still closer to completing my Thumbnail Theater than EK is on hers, though. Nyah nyah nyah!

So I type up the last entry and mosey over to the kitchen for another cup of cocoa. Because nobody can ever be bothered to turn off the idiot box, I was treated to something… vile. Something revoltingly bad. Something like what would happen if a really bad Charmed knockoff (and I don’t like Charmed, just so you know) had a one-nighter with Days of Our Lives (and I don’t like… you get the idea) and they didn’t employ proper safe-sex practices.

If bored uptight middle-America housewives are getting their notions of fantasy-style storytelling by watching Passions, it’s no wonder that Pagans and Wiccans get such a bad rap in this country. Wow. I didn’t know what it was until after I’d turned off the telly in complete disgust and complained about the tripe I’d just seen to the next person to enter the break room. “Bad acting? Witchcraft? Yes, that’s Passions. It’s become a running joke, it’s so campy that people can’t help but watch.”

In that case, define me as “not people.” I couldn’t help but power off the teevee. Wow. That was bad. I need something to cleanse my mind of the whores– er, horrors I’ve seen. I think I’ll curl up with the Eddings’ “Elenium” books tonight…

So much for my grand plan to have TMTT done by the end of the weekend. The DVD-ROM drive in the “big computer” doesn’t like the second disc of the Tenchi OAV boxed set. I Love Tenchi gave me nothing but trouble from the get-go right up to the twenty-minute mark when PowerDVD crashed. I was unable to make the disc play at all after that, even with a reboot.

Plan B is to use the DVD deck in the living room, but I’ll need my laptop to type up the script… and I won’t have that until tomorrow after a long, long day at work. Somehow I don’t think I’m going to be in the mood for more typing after the big chores I have awaiting me at the office.

TMTT will be completed late next week, by the looks of things. Then next weekend I can get started on my next music video…

The Weekly Recaps. (Insert deep sigh here.) As much fun as the idea was, the execution felt like exactly that: Being executed. My trite attempts to sum up the content of a dozen other websites were more “miss” than “hit”. The minute you feel like you’re repeating yourself, it’s time to give up and move on.

This has nothing to do with the fact that I ran out of good ideas for movie references, either. (Seven was easy. Eight? Dunno.)

Put another way: Much as Argephontes discovered, doing weekly recaps is a lot of work. If you want to know what’s going on with my fellow journals and blogs, the list is there. Please read them. They are all entertaining and enlightening in their fashion, and most are better written than my humble efforts.

I’m thinking that perhaps this is part of my urge to create rather than simply spotlight the creativity of others. It’s time, dammit, and past time for me to do more of my own true art here… be it silly parody scripts or music videos or what-have-you.

After all, anybody can spend all their time linking to other peoples’ works. It doesn’t make for a very compelling reason to keep coming back when there’s nothing of yourself in your site…