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apocalypsos-- I have a grand total of fifty-six cents in my checking account right now. Granted, my paycheck from Wegmans goes into my account at midnight, but it's still a bit unsettling when it gets down that low.
-- I watched the Chuck premiere last night! I've missed a bunch of episodes from last season, so this was like a completely different Chuck than I'm used to. But a good Chuck! I like this Chuck. And I like him and Sarah being all coupley. And I like that the writers are such dorks, and that Linda Hamilton is both awesome and somehow manages to look like an older Ellie at the same time.
I do not, however, like Olivia Munn. What is it with her? Does she have beer-flavored nipples or something? She's so bland, and I'm not even sure she's all that hot.
-- So I decided (at least for the moment) that I'm going to try and plan ahead for writing The Ridiculously Deep and Thoughtful Story Idea Of Doom for NaNoWriMo, which means I have to start worldbuilding and plotting and researching, uh, yesterday. It's kind of nice and low-stress because I'm not actually writing anything yet, but a bit stressful because Nano is ... well, NaNo and I'm worried I'm setting myself up to write something that needs way more serious treatment than trying to write half of the damn book in a month. We'll see, though.
I'm also not allowed to think about it too much. I mean, I can plot and write down character notes and whatnot, but some things I'm just not allowed to approach at all. Like, the other day I started thinking, "So what genre is this, anyway?" and wanted to say YA and then was like, "Oh, fuck, no," because the subject matter's going to turn it into one of those books parents take out of the library just to set on fire. Well, it will be if I do it right.
*cracks knuckles*
-- I'm also still going to try to see if I can dredge up some words for that story I want to write for that Samhain compilation. We'll have to see if my brain will behave.
-- My supervisor called me into her office yesterday to give me a packet of forms for me to fill out today as I work. They're supposed to be a new tracker the company is testing for our department, as if we don't already fill out three or four trackers already online. This, however, would be on paper, obviously, and because my supervisor is cool I felt free to point out that they're a waste of paper, that writing all of the reference numbers for my work out will take up a boatload of my time, and that I find myself wondering where the hell they plan to store all of these considering how many people are in our department. Oh, this is going to be FUN. *headdesk*
-- I watched the Chuck premiere last night! I've missed a bunch of episodes from last season, so this was like a completely different Chuck than I'm used to. But a good Chuck! I like this Chuck. And I like him and Sarah being all coupley. And I like that the writers are such dorks, and that Linda Hamilton is both awesome and somehow manages to look like an older Ellie at the same time.
I do not, however, like Olivia Munn. What is it with her? Does she have beer-flavored nipples or something? She's so bland, and I'm not even sure she's all that hot.
-- So I decided (at least for the moment) that I'm going to try and plan ahead for writing The Ridiculously Deep and Thoughtful Story Idea Of Doom for NaNoWriMo, which means I have to start worldbuilding and plotting and researching, uh, yesterday. It's kind of nice and low-stress because I'm not actually writing anything yet, but a bit stressful because Nano is ... well, NaNo and I'm worried I'm setting myself up to write something that needs way more serious treatment than trying to write half of the damn book in a month. We'll see, though.
I'm also not allowed to think about it too much. I mean, I can plot and write down character notes and whatnot, but some things I'm just not allowed to approach at all. Like, the other day I started thinking, "So what genre is this, anyway?" and wanted to say YA and then was like, "Oh, fuck, no," because the subject matter's going to turn it into one of those books parents take out of the library just to set on fire. Well, it will be if I do it right.
*cracks knuckles*
-- I'm also still going to try to see if I can dredge up some words for that story I want to write for that Samhain compilation. We'll have to see if my brain will behave.
-- My supervisor called me into her office yesterday to give me a packet of forms for me to fill out today as I work. They're supposed to be a new tracker the company is testing for our department, as if we don't already fill out three or four trackers already online. This, however, would be on paper, obviously, and because my supervisor is cool I felt free to point out that they're a waste of paper, that writing all of the reference numbers for my work out will take up a boatload of my time, and that I find myself wondering where the hell they plan to store all of these considering how many people are in our department. Oh, this is going to be FUN. *headdesk*
