Month: May 2012

I was woken up this morning, a little before 8 o’clock, by a Verizon technician. (And a barking dog, who was not amused by the ringing front doorbell.) This was a different guy than on Tuesday, and he wasn’t here very long, just long enough to make a this-is-not-at-all-a-sales-pitch-but-obviously-it-is for FIOS, and then to poke around in the backyard and make the repairs when I told him we weren’t interested. (And we’re not. We already pay for cable and internet, and it’s questionable whether FIOS would even work properly in our area. I suspect Verizon only offers it because it’s much cheaper — for them — than repairing the existing copper lines.) What he did today is apparently not a permanent fix — big surprise there — but we do at the very least finally have a dial tone again.

I spent most of the rest of the day replying to Kaleidotrope submissions. Anyone who suggests that editors take some kind of delight from sending rejection letters obviously hasn’t spent the afternoon sending out close too one hundred of them. I’m now reasonably caught up with the submissions from January, aside from a few acceptances, but I’m starting to field queries from people inquiring after their stories and poems. The sooner I can dive into February and March, the better.

While I drafted rejection letters, I watched several episodes of the old Twilight Zone. It’s nothing short of amazing how well some of the episodes still hold up, despite having long entered the realm of pop culture cliche and parody.

And I watched Into the Woods, a performance by the original Broadway cast. My boss and I saw a poster for a local production on our trip to Connecticut this past week, and she made it sound really incredibly interesting. And it is, genuinely great theater, by turns darkly disturbing and laugh-out-loud funny.

And that was, whadyacallit it, Saturday.