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|Wednesday, December 12th, 2007|
|Couple of Good Sites
Play a vocabulary game and donate 20 grains of rice through the United Nations for every answer you get right. Check it out on Snopes if you're skeptical.
New/used bookstore that helps fund literacy programs worldwide. Free shipping in the U.S.!
|Wednesday, December 5th, 2007|
|Stream of Consciousness
This freelancing thing is very odd, but very enjoyable. I'm off third shift, which is great, but for two weeks after I completed it, I was sick with some bug that Kicked. My. Ass. I basically slept for two weeks. I don't think I'm back up to one hundred percent, but since taking more supplements and practicing yoga daily, I'm definitely feeling better.
My new temp assignment doesn't start until January now. Tomorrow I go to some company I've never heard of to take a "creative writing test" to apply to help write a children's book. I'm hoping it will work out (naturally) as now I need Xmas money. But, if that doesn't work - it's credit card time! Oh wait, that's probably TMI.
On the other hand, I've had *plenty* of time for writing. Finished the first draft of the NaNo Novel on November 29 and completed two short stories this week (well, first drafts). Working on the second draft of one today. Sending out resumes and samples, also, and letting my recruiters know I'm available for short-term gigs.
Oddly, I feel like a writer (er, maybe because I'm writing?). Obviously not one that's fabulously wealthy, but more like perhaps . . . who was the writer who worked for the Post Office? John Steinbeck? Or perhaps the Charles Ives of writer-hood. (Charles Ives, composer extraordinaire, offset his wonderful contributions to music by inventing the insurance industry. Well, maybe not invented. Personally, I think that was a rumor he started. Those damn composers!)
Spilled coffee on my laptop the other day (the one day I decided to live dangerously and use a regular coffee mug instead of one of those travel mugs with lids), but it only affected the keyboard itself (I lost the letters I, O, K, L, and N, along with my comma and period keys), not the hard drive. Apple sold me an external keyboard that is very nice, but only reminds me that I can't spell. Or type.
The only bad thing is that I still can't open Gatorade bottles. It sucks. I spent twenty minutes trying to open a Gatorade bottle, only to throw it back into the refrigerator in disgust. Bleh. 4:45PM - just tried again and failed. I am truly getting weak.
I've decided I have a beard fetish. Which is weird, because I've never had a fetish before. All my life I've wondered what people see in feet or what have you. Now I think I may understand. Why?http://www.thecinemasource.com/moviesdb/images/Alexander%20Siddig%20-%201%20-%20300%20-%20Syriana.jpg
Among others, I'm sure. Other pics welcome. Current Mood: silly
|Friday, November 30th, 2007|
|Friday, November 9th, 2007|
|Don't You Fuckin' Look At Me
I was just looking at that Men's Journal
cover again, and it really isn't fair that Russell Crowe is married - and that there's only one of him to go around. Or not go around, now that he's married. It isn't fair. It really isn't.
Is it wrong for me to keep looking at it? Current Mood: envious
|Thursday, November 8th, 2007|
|It's a Mad Mad Mad Mad NaNo Strange World
This month I'm participating in NaNoWriMo, which so far has been one long strange trip indeed. I've written a little more than 8000 words - probably more words for one story than I've ever written in my life. I despise long, winding, meandering plots where the characters do a lot of navel-gazing, so of course my plot is - you guessed it - long, winding, and meandering, where the MC drives around
and does a lot of navel-gazing, when, technically, he's supposed to be killing people.
I work and I write. That's my life right now. In support of the writers in the Writers' Guild, I'm not turning on the television at all, not even for Law & Order
reruns (which was pretty much the only goddamn reason I turned on the television anyway), so watching television is out as a distraction. Which is good, cuz that only leaves the Internets. Which bore me after an hour because I only surf in a very small patch of water. Lots of sharks out there, you know. So that leaves more time to write. And navel-gaze. Not that I really want to look at my navel.
Yes, I'm rambling. Still working third shift. It feels odd, but the money has been nice, I must say. How uncouth. I'm mentioning money. But you know, i do suffer for it. I really do.
I mean, I'm not even excited about writing my first novel. I'm just trying to slog through it. I'm hoping to meet other NaNo people, but my job makes it hard. *whine* Ah well. Maybe next year. I just want to finish the damn thing, is all, to make it worth my time. (As if the rest of my time is really worthwhile, with the L&O reruns).
Russell Crowe has made me take a stance on one of our gravest, most controversial issues: I've decided I'm all for cloning, as long as it's Russell Crowe who's being cloned. That way, we avoid the messy divorce. Has anyone seen the cover for the December issue to Men's Journal
? I try to stay away from OMG RC LOOKS HOTR THAN HE HAS IN YRS OMG!!!!!!!one111!!! kinds of posts, but I just had to mention this. Probably I'll get disgusted with myself and delete it later. But that face, that expression. I could eat it. Or sit - you know what? Never mind. I'll try to be ladylike and shut up.http://www.boston.com/ae/movies/articles/2007/11/06/russell_crowe_plans_to_be_baptized/
But then, it just occurred to me: I could take an online corresponsdence course and be ordained as a pastor. Then I
could baptize him. Slowly. With the loving hand of God.
Well, time to stop babbling and go to sleep. Current Mood: contemplative
|Wednesday, October 17th, 2007|
|I Don't Know How Jack Bauer Does It
Okay, I really can't keep staying up for 24 hours in a row. Although I must say it's pretty nice when I get to sleep after.
I actually started writing again today. Only 492 words, but still. Better than nothing. Found my stamps and can start sending off resumes to publishers (those who don't accept them online, that is) for writing positions. We'll see. I'm seriously considering trying the NaNo, or whatever it is. Writing a novel in a month. Technically I'm cheating because I already have a couple in the works, but hey - I'm working third shift. (Seems to be my excuse for everything now.) I'm not likely to have a lot of energy over the next couple of months.
Well, off to make some coffee. Current Mood: amused
|Filling up the nights with Sears
At the gig. On break. Tired. Not sleeping during the day much. Mostly sleeping for a couple of hours, waking up, not being able to get back to sleep, then sitting in front of the television like a zombie. Managed to make mashed potatoes.
Other than that, I've accomplished nothing over the past few weeks. Writing? In the tank. Composing? Likewise. Practicing? Hah. Exercise? You're kidding, right?
It's a triumph to get to the gig on weekdays. This Sunday is likely the only day I'll have off this week. I plan to do NOTHING. Sleep, maybe.
This gig is supposed to end November 9. I don't think I'll make myself available for it after that. If I haven't adjusted by now, I'm probably not going to. I am no night owl. Current Mood: exhausted
|Saturday, October 6th, 2007|
|. . . but I won't
Accepted overtime hours today from 2pm - 10pm. (Hey, it's time and a half.) I will go to sleep around 11pm tonight. I don't want to calculate how many hours I will have been up. I now know the meaning of 'brutal.'
Nice way to screw up your schedule, tripodella. Nice going. (cue in unenthusiastic claps in the background . . . ) Current Mood: anxious
|Friday, October 5th, 2007|
|Sleep Don't Fail Me Now
This is getting ridiculous. I've slept 23 hours this entire week. I CANNOT sleep during the day, apparently. This third shift job is taking its toll.
I fell asleep around 8 this morning, only to wake at 9:49. WTF? I've done everything I can think of to sleep. Blindfold, bubble baths, Benedryl, reading, yoga, writing. (At night when I try to write I always fall asleep.) Nothing works.
I don't understand it. I've never, I mean NEVER, had trouble sleeping. I'm known for my ability to sleep anywhere. What is wrong with me?
The funny part of all this is, my supervisor asked me last night how the hours were working out. I told her the truth: it's been a big adjustment. She mentioned putting in a request to change to second shift. We'll see what happens. She's been VERY complimentary of my work. "You've been very focused," she said. And while that's true, I don't think the price should be me feeling so exhausted and, as a result, getting NOTHING else done while I'm at home. I'm sure popedave6 feels like he's living with the world's biggest slob right now. It's an accomplishment anymore just to load the dishwasher.
I'm only bitching because tonight I have to work all night and then stay awake until 1pm to teach tomorrow. If I don't get some shuteye today, I'll be up for the next 24 hours (so about 30 all told).
And my actual sleep feels different. It used to be when I woke up, I could remember the blackness (I don't remember my dreams much anymore). It felt
like I'd slept for 8 or more hours. Now I wake up and it's like I was literally unconscious or in a coma. There's no sense of the passage of time. And I don't feel rested. Sigh. I think this weekend I'll ask popedave6 to help me put an extra blanket up over the window in my room.
Well, I'm going to try to go back to sleep. Think I'll take a bath and hope for the best.
Keep your fingers crossed for me to get switched to second shift. (2pm -10pm) Current Mood: exhausted
|Thursday, October 4th, 2007|
|I'm on the Bandwagon
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell
Anna KareninaCrime and PunishmentCatch-22*One Hundred Years of Solitude
Life of Pi : a novel
The Name of the Rose
UlyssesThe Odyssey**Pride and Prejudice
A Tale of Two Cities
The Brothers KaramazovGuns, Germs, and Steel: the fates of human societies
War and Peace
Vanity FairThe Time Traveler's WifeThe Iliad
The Blind AssassinThe Kite RunnerMrs. DallowayGreat Expectations
Atlas ShruggedReading Lolita in Tehran: a memoir in books
Memoirs of a Geisha
Wicked: the life and times of the wicked witch of the West
The Canterbury Tales
The Historian: a novel
A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man
Love in the Time of Cholera
Brave New WorldThe FountainheadFoucault's Pendulum
MiddlemarchFrankensteinThe Count of Monte CristoDraculaA Clockwork OrangeAnansi BoysThe Once and Future KingThe Grapes of WrathThe Poisonwood Bible: a novel1984***
Angels & DemonsThe InfernoThe Satanic Verses
Sense and SensibilityThe Picture of Dorian Gray
Mansfield ParkOne Flew Over the Cuckoo's NestTo the Lighthouse
Tess of the D'UrbevillesOliver TwistGulliver's Travels
The CorrectionsThe Amazing Adventures of Kavalier and Clay***
The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-timeDune
The Sound and the FuryAngela's Ashes : A MemoirThe God of Small Things
A People's History of the United States: 1492-present
A Confederacy of DuncesA Short History of Nearly Everything
DublinersThe Unbearable Lightness of Being
The Scarlet Letter
Eats, Shoots & Leaves
The Mists of Avalon
Oryx and Crake: a novel
Collapse: How Societies Choose to Fail or Succeed
Northanger AbbeyThe Catcher in the RyeOn the Road
The Hunchback of Notre Dame
Freakonomics: a Rogue Economist Explores the Hidden Side of Everything
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance: an Inquiry into Values
The AeneidWatership Down
Gravity's RainbowThe HobbitWhite TeethTreasure Island***David Copperfield
The Three Musketeers
*Left this book in a doctor's office. Plan to finish.
**Technically, I'm in the middle of this.
***No damn good reason why I never finished this. Plan to finish.
I got about 150 pages into The Brothers Karamozov
before I gave up in disgust. I don't think I'll pick it up again, but you never know. And I seriously doubt I will ever, ever read The Da Vinci Code
or Angels and Demons
. Hey, I may have gotten on the Harry Potter bandwagon, but even I have my standards.
My reading policy is pretty much if I've heard of it, I'll read it. Unless it's something by Dan Brown. (Maybe that's unfair, but there you have it.) I used to have this policy of avoiding books picked by Oprah, but lately she's picked a couple I actually want to read, so I've had to amend this. Whatever isn't bold, underscored, or italicized I've probably never heard of. No plans to read it, no plans not to read it.
I love book memes. Books R Fun. Current Mood: relaxed
|Monday, October 1st, 2007|
|. . . And She Makes it Halfway!
Well, it's almost 2am, and, after a only brief nap, I'm still awake. (I am preparing for my new 3rd trick proofreading job by staying up tonight.) I will probably go to bed at 6am, or possibly 7. Two Benedryl taken at 11am did not help me sleep, but I managed to get to sleep about 4pm or so this afternoon, sleeping until 8pm.
I may (or may not) do a long, rambling post to pass the time. Being up is not as hellish as I anticipated, but I'm surprised at what's helping me stay awake. I thought it would be coffee, but coffee isn't doing me a lick of good. What is
helping is a big, cold bottle of Gatorade and water. I ache a bit, but other than that I'm okay.
It was weird sleeping at 4pm. With a blindfold on, no less. I didn't enjoy wearing the blindfold, although I must say it's shaped very well for the face. But the nose part lets in just a sliver of light, and it makes my nose itch.
I didn't realize how much awful television is on at 2am. Bad movies and more bad movies, made all the less interesting with no sound. Oh, wait. There's South Park.
Well, time is not exactly passing any faster. But now I have less than four hours to go. Yay.
What sucks is I'm rather limited in what I can do to pass the time. I can't read, because I know I will fall asleep. I can't take a bath, because . . . ditto. I can't work on any stories or scripts, because at night I inevitably fall asleep. So . . . I'm just watching silent TV. I don't like it, but that's the only thing that will keep me awake for the next few hours. Current Mood: tired
|Sunday, September 30th, 2007|
|screen cleaners and minutiae
I know I'll be in an office store soon to get some of this, but I was wondering if anyone has any recommendations on a good screen cleaner for Macs. My screen is getting pretty . . . er, smudgy. Thanks!
Got a freelance/temp job. Third trick. Those of you who know me at all may laugh at that, as I have never been a night owl. Stayed up until 2am last night, but woke up at 8am anyway - even with a pair of blindfolds on. Went out to breakfast with roomie and skipped the usual coffee (i.e. stared jealously at roomie's coffee cup, which was filled with hot, strong, good coffee) in the hopes that I would be tired enough to sleep today. Naturally, he was not above teasing me about this. Home now and have taken two Benedryls in the hopes I'll get some shuteye. Tonight I plan to wander around the apartment as quiet as a church mouse.
Wish me luck in not getting fired from this job because I can't stay awake. It's only supposed to last a couple of weeks and will hopefully tide me over until I find something more suitable. Current Mood: blah
|Thursday, September 20th, 2007|
|What is your comfort food?
Not comfort food in food, exactly, but comfort food in entertainment. Mine is Law & Order
and Stephen King. What's yours? Current Mood: anxious
|Friday, February 23rd, 2007|
So. Season three. Still behind, I know, but I'm catching up. I'm keeping up on season six (of 24
...as if you didn't know), and occasionally I find myself getting plot twists from the two seasons mixed up.
I'm a little more than half way through. Jack is a heroin addict, has had an affair with a Mexican hottie, and (it seems) dumped Kate Warner, who misses him. He's unsuccessfully tried to keep his addiction under wraps. Chase has a kid, and Chloe is turning out to be the funniest part of the show. Meanwhile, back at CTU, Michelle Dressler is offsite dealing with a virus that has been released in a hotel, a virus to which she seems immune. Tony will soon be handing off suicide pills to her to distribute to All Those Who Will Die so they can die with dignity (i.e., foam will spurt out of their nostrils instead of blood.) Of course, this goes against every rule in the CTU manual,
but what's-his-name approves it. The snaky District Director Who May Turn Out To Be Human Afterall guy. Oh wait - that was Mason. Oh, and President Palmer is being bossed around by a British terrorist via cell phone while trying to somehow (once again) get his ex-wife out of an impossible situation that she created, while she uses yogic-like pretzel logic to tell him it was for his own good. Hilarity ensues.
Meanwhile, in season six, the President is hanging out in a bunker that appears to have been decorated by the members of Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. He is also surrounded by a total of two
advisors - or he was. Now one has quit and the other is tied up in a boiler room. Which means - oh noes! - the Prez is ON HIS OWN. AND HE'S SCARED.
I'm thinking of starting a drinking game, where someone has to drink EACH AND EVERY TIME Jack says, "Just trust me," or "You have to do everything I say." Current Mood: amused
|Saturday, February 17th, 2007|
Enough said. Current Mood: amused
|Thursday, February 8th, 2007|
Tonight I allowed myself to get semi-caught up in a Discovery Channel episode of A Haunting
- or whatever the name of the show is. Although it was only mildly interesting, it reminded me of a Neil Gaiman story I read recently (the title escapes me, and I'm too lazy to go look it up), about a ghost he once saw outside his house as a teenager in England - an old Gypsy lady wearing yellow and black.
I have never seen a ghost, although I've always wanted to. I've never heard one or felt the presence of one. But I've always wanted to. When I was a kid, I believed in them the same way I believed I had a personal relationship with God. Now I believe neither of those things.
Would anyone mind sharing their ghost experiences with me? Current Mood: curious
|Saturday, February 3rd, 2007|
|What Kind of F@#$ing Elitist Are You?!
My results . . .
What Kind of Elitist Are You?
Your CD collection is almost as big as your ego, and you can most likely play an instrument or three. You're a real hit at parties, but you're SO above karaoke.What people love: You're instant entertainment. Unless you play the obo.What people hate: Your tendency to sing louder than the radio and compare everything to a freaking song.
Take this quiz!
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I love how they misspelled "oboe." Current Mood: snarky
|Friday, February 2nd, 2007|
Ech. Ugh. Back hurts. Neck hurts. It hurts all along my spine. I did some yoga this morning, and that helped temporarily, but now I...hurt. *whine* I don't think it's anything major - just a lot of stiffness and achiness in my back and neck. Makes me feel like an old woman.
I haven't even been watching 24
. I'm somewhere near the middle of the second season, but between working overtime and teaching, I haven't had much free time. I get up, go to work, come home, go teach or do more work or collapse, and then get up and do it all over again the next day.
I am not
looking forward to tomorrow. I'll be teaching and will have to GO OUTSIDE. And it will be cold. Damn cold. I'll tell you what: I earn my pennies. Come to think of it, I'm not all that much looking forward to Sunday, either. I'll be hanging out with a friend - which will be great, since I hardly ever get to see her - but we'll be watching the Superbowl. I didn't have the heart to tell her how much I can't stand football. All that fucking starting and stopping of the clock just about drives me batty.
But I shall suffer through it for the sake of friendship. Current Mood: in pain
|Monday, January 29th, 2007|
|Literature classics and Miscellany
Which literature classic are you?
Turns out I was Lord of the Rings
. I would have to retake the quiz to get all the details, and I don't feel like doing that. Something about me being imaginative and loved by all.
I'm not sure where the hell this spate of posts is coming from. For a long time I didn't post at all, and now suddenly I'm posting nearly every day. Hmm . . . I wonder. Oh, well.
Nothing much new to add. The new season of 24
is confusing and yet thrilling. I'm struggling to catch up, but the second season, surprisingly, is . . . well, not holding my interest as much as the first season. Sherry's antics are wearing thin, and now Kim Bauer is being chased by - get this - a cougar. I mean, I guess
that could happen, but it feels a little like Teri's amnesia in the first season - a silly-ass time filler. Meanwhile, I'm wondering why someone like Jack Bauer doesn't stroll into my life. I think I've earned it.
Well, I'm off to try Scrivener, which looks like a terrific program for you novelists, short story writers, and scriptwriters (although the scriptwriting program in Scrivener, I've heard, is pretty basic). Current Mood: tired
|Sunday, January 28th, 2007|
|More 24, allergies, and the rest of my life
It's nine degrees outside. Nine. Degrees. Later we have go to the grocery store and do our laundry. Outside. In the nine degree weather.
Fortunately for the time being, I am inside, where I am cozy in my messy room. The radiators are working overtime, steaming up the windows.
Eight eps into second season of 24
. I hadn't planned to get this far, but my allergies were acting up yesterday, and by the end of the day, invariably, I'm a miserable, good-for-nothing puddle of snot who can do nothing but lie on the sofa and cough, sniffle, and sneeze. These allergies seem to be getting worse, as the sneezing is now accompanied by headaches and coughing and can last two days instead of one. I took a Claritin as soon as I sensed trouble, but it did no good. Nothing seems to anymore. Sigh.
But it gave me an excuse to finish some more 24
. Now Jack is struggling not to kill Nina (and he's a far better person than I for resisting) as he's trying to stop a nuclear bomb from going off in Los Angeles, Kim has been arrested for a murder she didn't commit, and Mason is dying of radiation poisoning. You gotta feel sorry for him even though he's not the most likeable guy in the world. Tony Almeida is possibly starting a new romance while he too is trying to save the world.
In other areas of my life, I am a) entering the Turner Classic Movies Young Composers Composition Competition (I'm getting on the far side of young, but I'm still able to enter), b) preparing to go back to school (Music Composition for the Screen, Columbia College Chicago), c) teaching, d) working overtime, e) writing f) reading.
This morning I'm exhausted, even though I've already had tea. I will probably supplement with coffee. I am that tired.