09/26/2008: "Is it really Friday?"
Sometimes I don't believe it when the week is finally over. I'd celebrate, but I'm still suspicious that I'm in the middle of a 35 day week. You know? You ever feel that way?
Someone asked me my name the other day and I couldn't remember. I was like, "Uhh..... Chris." I knew I knew it! Duhhh. And I thought, "Wow. My brain is fried." But why? All I do is sit at a computer all day and type, "Addendum added. Previous notes added to this document were scanned as page 3." "All your documents are belongs to us." Okay, that last part I made up. Okay the first part I made up too. I only have to type that once a day. Maybe. "'Like to crush. Crush now?'" - Spike/Buffy. See what I did there? That is called fueling the fire. The most searched for phrase in my site stats is "Buffy and Spike". There was one month where I actually won the search phrase contest in my stats. My name was the number one search. Ah, but Buffy and Spike have taken over again. What can you do? That's what I get for putting them half naked in a video. Whoops. But it's a good video! I like it. I wonder if I put it on You Tube if they would ask me politely, in a ferocious way, to take it down. Copyright. You know. Maybe not. Fan videos do help promote a show. And music. Hmm....
I decided I'd better edit Fugue now. You may have no idea what I'm talking about if you haven't read me twittering/fretting about it. See, I have to update my blog already and link to my Twitter page. Yes, I still mean the design update, not the add an entry kind of update. I'm doing that now! Hurray! Seriously, I have been craving a good babble.
But anyway, this weekend I will try to finish the new blog. And THEN, instead of starting my new book (writing it), I will edit the one I just typed and put it out there in the world already. YEAH. It's about time. It just needs to be done. Plus the book I'm about to write is like War and Peace it's so huge. It's actually only the size of a normal novel, which in my world is HUGE, cuz I write only novellas really. Hmph. Anyway, it would take months, MONTHS, and I can't have that right now. I need some closure. Must... finish.... book.
I freaked out cuz when I was typing it, some of the sentences were so bad.... I knew I had a lot of work ahead of me. MUCH more than I anticipated. And I think of myself as a good writer, yet I found crap like this in my novel: "She went outside to the mailbox, outside, which is where she went." Hee. Not that exact sentence, but very similar ones. It's like I forgot what I was saying in the middle and thought, "Did I say that already? Ah, I'll add it on now..." Pffp! Cuz I was writing so fast I didn't give a crap about how it sounded. Just, "Make sure you say she's outside! Make sure you say that's where she was! Okay!" Lord.
Let's talk about Supernatural! It's the only show I'm watching on the TV this year. I like it. It's good. I like the writing. Very clever how they got Dean out of Hell, and they did actually explain it right away. Excellent. Adds a whole new dimension to the show. Somewhat literally. I love it! I will keep watching. I watched the first episode of Smallville this season and decided to wait for the DVD. The whole episode I'm like, "So where IS Lex? Let's get this party started!" Hee. Whatever. He's more boring since he went completely evil, but still intriguing. How can you have a hero with no villain? The new "villains" are not working for me. I also miss Lionel.
New topic. I've been getting these telemarketing calls lately, messages on my machine, where they go, "Could I speak to Christine Slusser, please?.... Hello?.... Hello?...." And they sound really annoyed like I'm being rude, then they hang up. Duhhhh. I know their little machines have a delay and don't hear my answering machine message, but you'd think they would all know this by now. That it would happen to them all day long with people's answering machines. Durrr. It's kind of funny.
I need a haircut. It's too long. It's at that stage where it starts to annoy me. So are my fingernails. I have to turn my thumbs sideways at work to hit the keys. I don't type properly at work. I'm surprised I remember how when I get home. Yeesh.
No yoga today. I need a break. I should order some spearmint tea. Totally not related. But yummy. And good for many things. Stomachaches, for example.
A dust bunny rolled by like a tumbleweed just now.
I'm lying. I totally made that up. You see what happens when you bore me? Oops. You didn't bore me! Don't go away mad! Just go away. Hehe. No, wait! Ohhh, I have problems.
Hey, this text box is purple. ! Hey, so is the page around it. No wonder I can't pry myself away from Greymatter! Geez! It's mind control! Very clever, Greymatter. Very clever.
I ordered 3 seasons of How I Met Your Mother, but they won't ship it until season 3 is released. Damn. It's like torture. I need some more funny. I'm about to edit a murderous novel. Though, editing it is nowhere near as traumatic as writing it to begin with. THAT was bizarre. Oh, yeah, I remember now. That WAS bizarre. Ffwwhp!
I woke up the other day and hallucinated plastic spoons and forks all over the wall by my bed. Hmm. The universe is mad at me for not recycling. Or my subconscious is. Whatever. (No drugs were involved in the making of this hallucination. Any resemblance to any spoons or forks living or dead is purely coincidental.)
IIIII must go. Gotta do that freakin' laundry thing. Then at some point I think I get to sleep! Yaaaaay!!!!!
Later.~
