Wednesday, May. 25, 2005
Being Lazy For Dummies
Home at last! I even wrote tonight again, albeit not much. I can't stay online for very long because I've got a mess to clean up in the living room. My last trip to the old place, I brought back a couple of boxes of papers and whatnot. I spent last night sorting them out, now I just have to figure out where to PUT them.
The writing was a continuation of the tongue-in-cheeck story for which I posted an intro here a few weeks back. My friend has been
hounding asking me to write more to it so I did. It will be a short story, but "short" is a relative term. I figure less than 10,000 words. I've written about 2200 so far and think I can conclude it in that span.
Just because I'm saying this doesn't mean I'll ever finish the durned thing, though. I still can't write romance worth a fig. And I'm not talking about the figging that Wenchie and Dangerspouse have addressed, which involves ginger and not a single actual fig.
Ah, I love "seven" days, when my brain writes the most absurd of inanities like I have a clue. (In terms of numerology, today is a "seven." It's the 25th of the month, and 2+5=7.) My name is also a seven so on "seven" days I'm supposed to be most communicative, etc. I guess that doesn't extend to making one whit of sense, now, does it?
Amid this morass of non sequiturs, I suppose I should tackle a serious subject, but considering that I am slap-happy, I suspect it would still come off as a combination of Robin Williams and Cheech and Chong.
"Like, wow, man..."
I digress, but in this instance I think the digression is the point. It's enabling me to avoid putting all of those papers and whatnots away, even though I know that I need to do it whether or not I want to.
I talked to my friend from the Valley tonight and I think she's coming up this weekend. I know she's excited for me. Heck, I'm excited for me. Worried about the upcoming paycheck not being enough to cover everything, but excited in general. Out of my next check, I owe rent, utilities, my car payment, and my car insurance.
If I calculated right, once I pay those things I'll be about $50 in the hole. Here's hoping that I get my refund in the mail from my electric at my OLD place. That'll be just about $100, and could make the difference in surviving and not surviving. I'm making okay money here but am still on my probationary wage for another month.
Topic of an email exchange from fellow sci-fi fans. We have all (or nearly all) now seen Star Wars III, Revenge of the Sith. [Spoiler Alert for anyone who hasn't seen it and still wants to!]
We all liked it, in general. But we all had one big beef: James Earl Jones's corny NOOOOOOOO! when Anakin is told he's killed Padme. It's now become something of a catchphrase. One friend said they went bowling the following day after seeing the movie and that was the expected response to every gutter ball. Hands flung out, head back, cornball shriek.
Liked the movie overall, thought it was much improved over the previous two installments. But that was not one of its better scenes. Then again, I would imagine it's kind of tough to act effectively from behind a black mask that hides your face, using somebody else's voice to express what you're pretending to feel.
Meh, I decided long ago I had no desire to go into theater. When my mother was still alive, I pointed out how many takes it's occasionally needed to get a commercial recorded for radio. God help me if I had to worry about what I looked like while I was recording the darned thing!!!
I missed out on that $180 million Powerball jackpot tonight. I actually decided to break down and buy a ticket, but arrived 30 seconds too late. If my numbers win, I'll be kicking myself. I make a lousy gambler though - I don't win even occasionally. Though in all fairness, I also am not a gambler. I've dropped a total of MAYBE $30 into slot machines over the course of the past five years, and considered it pure entertainment value. Hey, if I want to spend big bucks I'll go to the movies. Between the gasoline, the ticket prices, and munchies, you can go broke faster there than at any gambling establishment, Bucko!
This is rambling further and further off course.
Not that there's anything wrong with that.
But no matter how long I stall, the papers remain strewn across my living room and if I have company coming this weekend I suppose I should attempt to fake cleaning. Maybe I should just take the Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy approach and head out with only my bathrobe, pajamas, and a towel. Wonder if my new boss would object?
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )