don't trust it
On the down side of happiness right now, for no reason. I'm just kind of tender. What the hell. It's not hormones.
Maybe it's pre-emptive sadness about finishing the book and having to suddenly deal with the world again.
I'm getting an iPod.
I'm scared.
There's is nothing wrong with me. Nothing, dammit. Nothing. I'm all right. Quit trying to bully me around, world.
I'm gonna lose weight this summer. It's gonna be awesome. I hope. I am afraid of my summer depressive crash - I am going to do everything I can to make sure it doesn't happen, and to cushion the blow if it does. Having a job will be the most important thing - it'll get me out of the house all day, which is very important, and into a place so legendarily chilly that people come from other offices just to hang around in ours. So yeah - job, bike, iPod, playing music with Shawna and Sara, working towards the next writing project... maybe I can survive this, if I can just withstand the world's attempts to tear me down.
The Nicodemus video is really, really beautiful and florid and sexy and metal-tastic, complete with lots of hair flinging, but it is not at all recommended viewing for people who are uncomfortable with violence against women, even in a conceptual sense. There's a lot of it, and it's rather intense at times, but perhaps I'm just being too sensitive about it because it's a big joke. It's just not CLEARLY ENOUGH a big joke for my taste. Maybe I'm just old and square. I look great in it, except for my hair, which looks rather like LeVar Burton's in the video... yeesh. The screening "party" was fun - nice to see those crazy folks again, and I exchanged some e-digits with Chris of Nicodemus, and Tom "The Top Hat Guy", who is one of the funniest and most delightful people I've met in a long time. I may continue to work with the filmmakers on future projects - i.e. if I can knock out a script treatment for a scene from one of my books (and probably SCARLET, since it's set in Portland), it might get filmed it this summer for a 48-hour film project. Hey, they're desperate for material - and material, I got!
I am sleeping frighteningly well these days. Last night I didn't even wake up to pee, when I usually do between four and seven times a night. Firefly must ease my brain into a delta-wave state. The show is cute and silly and far too ambitious - but my God I love the Chinese dialogue. But seriously, think about it - a show with a bunch of untranslated Chinese dialogue, on FOX? Are you fucking stupid, Joss Whedon? Does getting cancelled give you sexual pleasure?
Time for a shower and then some breakfast.
Maybe it's pre-emptive sadness about finishing the book and having to suddenly deal with the world again.
I'm getting an iPod.
I'm scared.
There's is nothing wrong with me. Nothing, dammit. Nothing. I'm all right. Quit trying to bully me around, world.
I'm gonna lose weight this summer. It's gonna be awesome. I hope. I am afraid of my summer depressive crash - I am going to do everything I can to make sure it doesn't happen, and to cushion the blow if it does. Having a job will be the most important thing - it'll get me out of the house all day, which is very important, and into a place so legendarily chilly that people come from other offices just to hang around in ours. So yeah - job, bike, iPod, playing music with Shawna and Sara, working towards the next writing project... maybe I can survive this, if I can just withstand the world's attempts to tear me down.
The Nicodemus video is really, really beautiful and florid and sexy and metal-tastic, complete with lots of hair flinging, but it is not at all recommended viewing for people who are uncomfortable with violence against women, even in a conceptual sense. There's a lot of it, and it's rather intense at times, but perhaps I'm just being too sensitive about it because it's a big joke. It's just not CLEARLY ENOUGH a big joke for my taste. Maybe I'm just old and square. I look great in it, except for my hair, which looks rather like LeVar Burton's in the video... yeesh. The screening "party" was fun - nice to see those crazy folks again, and I exchanged some e-digits with Chris of Nicodemus, and Tom "The Top Hat Guy", who is one of the funniest and most delightful people I've met in a long time. I may continue to work with the filmmakers on future projects - i.e. if I can knock out a script treatment for a scene from one of my books (and probably SCARLET, since it's set in Portland), it might get filmed it this summer for a 48-hour film project. Hey, they're desperate for material - and material, I got!
I am sleeping frighteningly well these days. Last night I didn't even wake up to pee, when I usually do between four and seven times a night. Firefly must ease my brain into a delta-wave state. The show is cute and silly and far too ambitious - but my God I love the Chinese dialogue. But seriously, think about it - a show with a bunch of untranslated Chinese dialogue, on FOX? Are you fucking stupid, Joss Whedon? Does getting cancelled give you sexual pleasure?
Time for a shower and then some breakfast.