Working on a roast beef sandwich or three.

And trying to do some rewrites on a piece I owe Monday. Mostly minor stuff, but whole passages have to be retyped and I hate retyping.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

03:22 / 21.03.08

Tuna sandwiches! That's my dinner.

This Sunday

03:33 / 21.03.08

I think I'm suffering a small bout of empty nest syndrome on top of my Bernard-from-Black-Books summer girlfriend syndrome. I got so used to having someone here every evening that now that it's just me, it's just me. In the absence of hearing "You awake?" at unexpected moments of the night, I become bitter and petty and self-recriminating.

Except, y'know, not really enough. I haven't shook a fist at the sky and raged against the winds of time all byronic blatherskite and the like.

I think the rewrite will reflect that shift, more than the stuff that was requested to be changed.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

03:42 / 21.03.08

If it helps, the sky called you a dirty name the other day so you should go shake your fist at it.

By contrast, last night I had the Accomplice over to my bachelor suite -- because I'm cat-sitting for my landlord right now -- and it felt weird having him over here rather than going to his place. Four and a half years together but we're almost always at his place. It's awkward having him in my space.

The piece I was working one earlier has stalled. I'm thinking of another one, though, something that might flow a bit better tonight. I hate having moments of doubt where I'm left wondering if I'm stuck perpetuating boring gender stereotypes as much as I try to get out from under them--as much as I live my life trying to twist and escape them.

This Sunday

04:04 / 21.03.08

I think the problem is, sometimes the stereotypes would/do apply. And no matter how you structure your character, somebody will always jump up and say that "isn't the way people-x are!"

I'd suggest focusing on not being boring, and letting most other worries slide.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:09 / 21.03.08

Sage advice. I'm going to go write about blowing things up, I think. But I'll still be around.

05:36 / 21.03.08

And another thing. Fucking school that demands I write a findings section for my thesis, right this very minute, just because it was all "due" on Tuesday. Hold your horses! I haven't fucking found anything yet! And why? You might well ask! Because I have better things to do than work on my thesis, apparently, like I don't know, work at a real job and eat ice cream with people from the internets. Assholes.

No one understands me.

05:38 / 21.03.08

Oh, hello. Don't you just hate it when you're having a conversation about something perfectly nice and someone storms in from another room, shouts about something irrelevant, and then storms out again?

This Sunday

05:50 / 21.03.08

That post could be entire patches of lateshift in microcosm if only it had referenced at least one alcoholic drink.

And good luck on thesis and ice cream.

Ugh. I go to do the high school thing in like six hours. Maybe it's just better not to go to sleep tonight? I'll be mildly cranky and dazed; the kid's will be mildly cranky and dazed.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:50 / 21.03.08

Is it sad that I'm just happy you've gone back to some variety of "id.entity?"

Hi id! I'm sorry you're mad.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

05:53 / 21.03.08

You should probably sleep, just so you don't start raging at the sky and everybody has to point out how you're inside and then you just shake your fist at them.

The fiction ain't coming tonight. Shit.

This Sunday

05:57 / 21.03.08

Probably right.

If the alarm fails me, I'll just... um... shake my fist at it.

Night, all.

No one understands me.

If it's any consolation, Brian May, the guitarist from Queen, has apparently only recently submitted his thesis, after 48 years. Soon, he'll be Dr May, the disastrous, poodle-haired, soap-queen-drilling, royalist-lickspit terminal buster.

And there's no way you're in anything like the same category, really.

You must believe in yourself!

Liger Null

00:56 / 22.03.08

Anybody about?

The Ghost of Tom Winter

01:10 / 22.03.08

I flicker softly through the blowing curtains.

Liger Null

01:14 / 22.03.08

Dude, that's creepy.

The Ghost of Tom Winter

01:20 / 22.03.08

I lost the key to my house, trying to climb through the window.

Liger Null

01:36 / 22.03.08

Oh, OK.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

03:39 / 23.03.08

Bit pots from beer but driven to work on my weird sci-fi story shit. Looking for lithness. Eating pistachios. Lith?

This Sunday

03:56 / 23.03.08

Hiya, LaR.

I got to do your "Your gender biases are boring me" and empty glass o'bourbon routine. It was all the beautiful things it could be.

And many of my high schoolers came for me on a day they all ditched for their really real fulltime teachers. So I love them for that.

Hallo, Paper Spaceboy

04:01 / 23.03.08

Sounds like a good day! I had ice cream and bought underwear.

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