November 22nd, 2008


The Days I Give Away (Part 1)

I'm trying to figure out how I feel about this whole Facebook thing. On the one hand, it definitely mollifies my manic need to fiddle with blank spaces and ticky boxes. On the other hand, it's hard to see it as anything but more time suckage, another means of time displacement, more of the Culture of Distraction. It is, at least, far more pleasant than MySpace. But, then again, it seems to make even less sense. I mean...all day yesterday...I typed these little one-sentence sound-bites. I hate sound-bites. No, I fucking loathe sound-bites. So, I'm just a little mystified at myself. Maybe this is the tiny spark in me that wishes to be social, fighting to escape the gravity of the recluse. I have no idea. But it's a good place to post photos.

A goodish writing day yesterday. I did 1,122 words on "The Collier's Venus (1893)." In theory, I'll finish the story tomorrow. Maybe. I hope.

Spooky had to drive down to Mystic (CT) yesterday to retrieve my wayward iPod, but now it's home and safe. One of the good things about having an ancient clunker of an iPod, no one ever steals it. No shiny video screen, and it's huge (by contemporary iPod standards). It would make a nice doorstop.

Since it was Kid Night, we had a "yellow meal." A lot of kid food is yellow. Or yellow brown. Last night, for example, we had mac and cheese, fish sticks, and French fries. A solid yellow-brown meal. Then we watched Mark Osborne and John Stevenson's Kung-Fu Panda, which we both rather loved. It was sort of like getting a second helping of The Forbidden Kingdom. A grand, fun film. And Ian McShane's voice makes my knees all wobbledy. After that, we played more WoW than we should have. Having skipped it earlier, Spooky and I finally did the Blackfathom Deep dungeon crawl with Mithwen and Syllahr. I think it took about two and a half hours, and because we're levels 34 and 33, respectively, we earned no actual XP, just the (dubious) accomplishment. Okay, there were a few experience points, for delivering the decapitated head of Whatshisname to the guy to Darnassus, and for taking the diseased brain stems to that other guy in Auberdine. Anyway, no more of that. Far too monotonous for this night elf, and I hate having to kill cartoon turtles.

That was yesterday. And I slept too late this ayem, so....