Month: January 2010

Random 10 1/22

Last week. This week:

  1. “Calling America” by Electric Light Orchestra
    Talk is cheap on satellite
  2. “Television” by Robyn Hitchcock
    You’re the devil’s fishbowl, honey
  3. “Ego Tripping at the Gates of Hell” by the Flaming Lips
    I was waiting on a moment
  4. “Kiss Me ‘Til it Bleeds” by Nina Gordon
    Inciting a riot on my radio
  5. “Jump Around” by House of Pain
    Try and play the role and the whole crew will act up
  6. “House of the Rising Son” by Public Enemy
    The gun didn’t know I was loaded
  7. “Poetry of the Deed” by Frank Turner
    They’re quicksilver wracked by some invisible heat
  8. “Take This Heart of Mine” by Marvin Gaye
    Sounds like a real bad case of a girl who needs a guy
  9. “Somebody” by Aerosmith
    Said I won’t be choosy, you could send me a floozy
  10. “Mutiny, I Promise You” by the New Pornographers
    What’s the weight of the world worth to ya, kid?

Guess the lyric, win no prize! Good luck!

Thursday night your stockings needed mending

Today was an awful lot like yesterday, just without the panic of waking up late. We had a team meeting at work, where we mostly discussed our frontlist (the books recently published and on slate for the coming year), and I worked on two or three other projects throughout the day. I did manage to spill water all over myself while eating lunch, but that actually turned out to be not such a big deal. I was presentably dry about 15-20 minutes later.

It wasn’t particularly exciting, but it was a pretty average Thursday.

Thursday various

Wednesday morning papers didn’t come

After all that talk yesterday about train schedules and sleeping in late, I guess it serves me right that I didn’t wake up until a little after 8 AM this morning. I had a panicked moment as I realized how late it was, then I resigned myself to getting the 8:30 train.

It wasn’t the last time that time would go a little wonky for me today. I completely lost the hour between 1 and 2 PM, for instance; one minute I’m eating my lunch (vegetarian chili over rice where they forgot the rice) and reading through revisions on a manuscript, and the next chance I have to look at the clock it’s well over an hour later. Even though I’m sure it couldn’t have been more than fifteen or twenty minutes. Say what you will about a lot of work, it does make the day go by faster.

It also means there isn’t much of anything else to write about. I chipped away a little more at this short story I’ve been working on, and right now I’m going to try to watch a little more Doctor Who (“The Ambassadors of Death”) before bed. World on a string, have I!