Here are some bits that aren’t big enough for a full entry on their own:

• Of all the conveniences at my home, right now I love the ice maker in our fridge the most.
• You know you’re a bit self-absorbed when you stare at your own webcam image wondering what facial expression you should try to maintain.
• My room is, yes, a bit untidy. It is, however, in better shape than usual. Actually, its current shape is becoming usual. This is a good thing.
• I do have more than a few anime CD-ROMs to file, however. Oops.
• I’m working on another creative writing exercise. Be afraid. Or amused. Or something.

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.)

On Monday I thought, “It figures that I didn’t bring my music player and ended up suffering the bleatings of some loudmouthed jerk on the bus.”

Today I’m thinking, “It figures that I left my backpack at home and ended up receiving a box full of nifty stuff from Dawn and having my name drawn in the raffle at the end of the company BBQ.”

From Dawn: A touching (and amusing) card, tea, cocoa mix, a box of chocolate biscotti, some cookies and a grey Totoro t-shirt (yay!). From work: Two caps (one for the country station, the other for beer-and-sports… oh well), two grey t-shirts (with Sierra Mist logos), and a denim jacket (delightfully unadorned).

I don’t mind when the universe conspires to cheer me up out of a dark-souled funk. I don’t mind a bit. I will, however, enjoy the irony with a jaunty smirk on my face.