From some spam I just received from someone calling himself Disconsolate E. Overshoes:

Can you guess which one is the quote from Mark Twain?

My producer wants big, involved sketches with many, potentially reusable characters in interesting settings that won’t cost us a dime by Friday. Right now, I’ve got nothing.

The novel, incidentally, is still stuck at 1000 words.

There are probably better ways to go than death by molasses. Link courtesy of fellow capper WillliamHMacysDayParade.

I’m not sure it really qualifies as a short film review, but I’ve added my thoughts on The Matrix Revolutions to the sidebar. Your own thoughts, if you’ve seen it, are of course welcome.

I’ve successfully managed to avoid working weekends since I started this job full-time, a little over two years ago. (Yes, that’s too long, I know. Shut up.) But I’m here today, once again reformating book chapters to match the publisher’s guidelines. Which was tough enough when I thought that’s actually what my boss wanted. But the thing is, I’ll occasionally show him how it’s going or tell him what the publisher wants, and he’ll say, “oh, we don’t need to do that.” So I’ll go back and change it again. I won’t double-space tables, or I’ll leave some tabs set as they are, and I’ll basically try to find some happy medium between rewriting the whole damn thing and ignoring the guidelines altogether. Except there is no happy medium. There’s just a medium that’s had me in the office for an hour and a half now on a Saturday morning.

I don’t know if anyone’s going to be happy with this version of the book chapters.