July 5, 2002...12:40 pm
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Friday: I don’t know. Where are you right now?
Mood: aaaaah
Song In Head: “Rush” (Big Audio Dynamite) (yeah, I was thinking “isn’t that a Clash song?” I was half right, kinda)
The Friday Five (yay! I’m two-hundred and fifty first!)
1. Where are you right now?
I am lying in a bed dressed with the finest Egyptian cotton sheets, scattered with rosepetals. My every need is being attended to by well-built, dark-haired young men, many of whom have a limited command of the English language.
2. What have you lost recently?
I had a list… let me see if I can find it. *sends Javier to find list*
3. What was the first CD you ever purchased? Does that embarrass you now?
West Side Story - the original broadway cast recording. Does is embarrass me? No. The fact that I’ve spent a huge chunk of the morning looking at John Taylor’s personal website to feed my regressed 12 yr old brain a stack of Duran Duran photos is embarassing. *send Dmitri to get CD*
4. What is your favorite kind of writing pen?
I like a gel tip or any medium-point pen. Fine point = blech. *tell Manuel to write that down*
5. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?
I have this B&J’s fudge truffle core in my freezer right now that ain’t half bad. *sends Paolo to get the ice cream*
So anyway…
I had this weird dream last night that Hawk looked exactly like Tom Cruise. And that people were harassing him, saying he was TC but he wasn’t. The other weird part of the dream was that some astronomical phenomenon had occurred and there was no daylight. Like the sun was out and so was the moon but the skies were dark. And at the end of the dream, I was watching the scenes from Star Wars 3 where all the Jedi are wiped out. It was gruesome and horrible and akin to Nazis sweeping over Europe hunting for Jews. And I saw how Obi-Wan got away too. Now how’s that for a weird-ass dream?
In other news, we went to see MIB2 yesterday. Entertaining enough. Nothing grand. Worth a matinee. The story was tight but not terribly revolutionary. It was better when J was the new guy learning stuff and K was the mentor. There are many funny bits, like Frank the Pug singing “I Will Survive” out the car window (and later “Who Let the Dogs Out?”). The best laugh is the end of the scene with Dave Whatshisname from “Mr. Show.” I won’t spoil it. But his line is “Mom?” We were going to see Insominia at long last but they booted it to make room for MIB2. So we’re going to rent Insomnia on DVD when it’s out.
As I’m mellowed out on a V right now, I think I’ll take advantage and go write something useful. I’m working on this Seth story for the three-day-novel thing. My plan is to do a very detailed outline, character bios, exercises in characters (to get a feel for their voices, etc.), research (did some yesterday at Borders — the new trend in “libraries” — one with actual books I need that aren’t older than I am even though it’s not a library, yeah I know), etc. So here goes…
Much later that same day…
It really tweaks my cheese that I wrote this about 12 hours ago and couldn’t publish it until now. Funny how all the Blogger Pro people were able to publish despite the “maintenance.” So why am I bitching when I get something for nothing? B/c I sincerely checked out BloggerPro and the only benefit was that they make sure you can publish when non-paying folks can’t. And you’d still have to pay $12/year additional to lose the Blogspot ad that I got rid of by publishing on my own site. I should just make my own blog coding. Yeah. That’s it. After I finish the three-day novel. The work continues. Today: researched. Perhaps I should make a blog just about the progress? Yeah. Uh huh. B/c I don’t have enough to do.
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