Doobie Doobie Doo
1. Does anyone know someone that is either a court reporter or a closed-captioner? These are two new ideas I've got for what the hell to do with my life. It's a lot of schooling and a lot of money, but the field seems to be wide open. And you can work from home. Hm.
2. I'm home sick from work today. Vertigo strikes again! I'm actually in a great mood despite all the spinning. Day off from work? Yes.
3.
I feel so special :D
4. 50 Days until Lost. That calls for a Picspam. Stay tuned.
5. JK Rowling updated her site today, and described writing a scene for Book 7:
I was searching for a Horcrux in a gigantic, crowded hall, which bore no resemblance to the Great Hall as I imagine it. As the narrator I knew perfectly well that the Horcrux was jammed in a hidden nook in the fireplace, while as Harry I was searching for it in all kinds of other places, while trying to make the people around me say lines I had pre-arranged for them. Meanwhile waiters and waitresses who work in the real cafe in which I have written huge parts of book seven roamed around me as though on stilts, all of them at least fifteen feet high. Perhaps I should cut back on the caffeine?
Are you guys Christmas-musiced out, or should I post some songs for you later today? No work = much knitting/icon making/song uploading to be done.
2. I'm home sick from work today. Vertigo strikes again! I'm actually in a great mood despite all the spinning. Day off from work? Yes.
3.
I feel so special :D
4. 50 Days until Lost. That calls for a Picspam. Stay tuned.
5. JK Rowling updated her site today, and described writing a scene for Book 7:
I was searching for a Horcrux in a gigantic, crowded hall, which bore no resemblance to the Great Hall as I imagine it. As the narrator I knew perfectly well that the Horcrux was jammed in a hidden nook in the fireplace, while as Harry I was searching for it in all kinds of other places, while trying to make the people around me say lines I had pre-arranged for them. Meanwhile waiters and waitresses who work in the real cafe in which I have written huge parts of book seven roamed around me as though on stilts, all of them at least fifteen feet high. Perhaps I should cut back on the caffeine?
Are you guys Christmas-musiced out, or should I post some songs for you later today? No work = much knitting/icon making/song uploading to be done.