Uh, I’ll be back in half an hour, hopefully having accomplished what I set out to have accomplished by now.
If you need me, I’ll be… er, right here. Just, busy. And stuff.
(This meme thing I’m in the process of doing is either going to be high-larry-us, or it’s going to be the dumbest thing I’ve posted here yet. I’m not sure which, though.)
Here are some bits that aren’t big enough for a full entry on their own:
See you in half an hour! (You, of course, can see me all day long.)
While I debate my next Serious Project For The Day, I think I’ll brew up some iced tea and gather the snack foods. It’s definitely time to have iced beverages in ready supply.
All things considered, I think I’m keeping a fairly high content-to-filler ratio. Wouldn’t you agree?
As an aside for the anime fans out there: Can you imagine a better song choice for a Fushigi Yuugi music video than Duran Duran’s “Ordinary World”? I certainly can’t. (This geeky aside brought to you by my recent viewing of ErMaC’s last video, “Extraordinary World.” It’s a shame the video has enough cartoon nudity to prevent me from showing it to the kids, one of whom would otherwise get a big kick out of it. Le sigh. The video itself is… okay, overall. Highly experimental.)
And now for the beginning of the first really fun part of this year’s efforts: Surviving in a really warm room with a computer I can’t turn off, until things cool down again some time around midnight. (The second really fun part? The stretch between 1am and 6am…)
Ah well. I knew it was going to be this way and I agreed to do the ‘thon anyway. This just goes to show that yes, I’m a big ol’ masochist at heart. Making the best of it, I am.
I’m rather proud of that bit below, even if it is lighter in wordcount than my usual artsy vignettes. Then again, how many words can a guy crank out in twenty minutes or so and still get a semi-coherent scene out of it? Besides, I’m still getting a kick out of coming up with “Puck’s perverted pickle.” (Does it help for the reader to know that David’s last name is Oberon? Probably.) Yes, I’m a weirdo.
I’ve picked my next album review, so now begins the task of assembling audio bits in Cool Edit. I’m sticking with more of that lesser-known-artist stuff… you’ll find out who, in another hour or so.
Second breakfast, this morning, consisted of a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli. I had to give serious thought to actually buying the stuff, considering past experience, but I’m glad I did. It hit the spot rather nicely.
I’ve got the place to myself, today, at least for a while. Not that this is much of a boon considering that I’m generally glued to my desk for the next twenty hours, but hey, I won’t turn down peace and quiet either. (Not, mind you, that my roomie or his progeny are horrible to have around!)
Now that I’ve cranked out a music review, I’m going to take a stab at some creative writing for the next posting. Wish me luck, kids.
Maybe I’m not the only one who’s like this.
I go through phases, when it comes to food I like. (I suppose this is true of music as well. Hmm.) For instance, a few years ago I ate toaster waffles (“leggo my eggo!”) for breakfast each and every day. I eventually tired of them, and even found them distasteful.
A few weeks ago I discovered a box of ‘em in the freezer, and the roomie said “go ahead, if you want ‘em.” Why, sure, I thought.
Now? I’m craving the damned things again. Luckily there were two left when I checked a few minutes ago. Yum.
(Okay, bonus points to anyone who can tell me where this entry’s title came from without Googling for it. Heh.)
