"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
I didn’t sleep well last night, and I didn’t wake up this morning until just before 8 o’clock, despite setting my alarm for two hours earlier. If I’d rushed like a madman out the door, I still probably would have been late to work, and I felt pretty lousy besides. So I decided to call (or, rather, e-mail) in sick to work, and spent the day mostly just sleeping and doing a little bit of reading. Even now, I’m still pretty beat.
I’m hoping to be back to normal by tomorrow.
I had a doctor’s appointment first thing this morning, and since it snowed all night — not much, I’ll admit, but enough to leave behind more than a light dusting — I had to get up a little earlier to clean off my car. The appointment went well enough — it was mostly just a follow-up — and I think I spent more time in traffic and the waiting room than in with the doctor.
I came home and then caught a later train into Manhattan, arriving at the office just in time to miss the tail end of a two-and-a-half-hour-long production meeting previously scheduled for that morning. Aw shucks?
The rest of the day was largely uneventful, spent mostly just trying to get caught up on a couple of projects in the very little time I have left before the end of the week — and, for me, the end of the year. I may have to accept that these projects might not get done before early January, but if I can manage to cross them off my list before the holidays, that would be great.
We had Chinese food tonight. My fortune: “Reflect on yourself before anyone can look down on you.” All right, then…
I did practically nothing today, which was pretty much everything I could have asked from a day off and more.
I slept late, kicked around in my pajamas for longer than was a respectable, read a little, listened to a little music, watched a little TV (specifically this), and overall just enjoyed not doing anything of consequence.
This evening, I had a dentist appointment, for a checkup and a cleaning, which went by without a hitch. I was there maybe forty-five minutes altogether. I don’t enjoy going to the dentist, but I don’t dislike it as much as I might expect to, given how much I disliked it when I was younger. I’m certainly not phobic about it, but maybe that’s just because it’s been so long since I’ve had any cavities and the need for a follow-up. I’m not bragging or anything; I suspect that’s probably common as one moves out of childhood, and I did have a tooth crack a couple of years ago and need to be capped, so it’s not like my teeth are this paragon of pearly white. But the fact remains, I’m less nervous about going to the dentist than to other doctors, and today was no exception.
I think tomorrow I may have to actually need to leave the house before four o’clock in the afternoon, but I’m still going to try and squeeze in a little bit of nothing before the day is out.
Seriously, though, had there not been scores of examples of Cooks Source being a copyright-theft-for-profit publication, and had each “apology” from Monica Griggs not smacked of arrogance and shifting of blame, I might be sympathetic. I might chalk it up to an honest mistake, crossed wires in communication, overly tired people saying things they later regret. But Cooks Source‘s actions and attitudes speak for themselves.
In theory, I wish them really well. But seriously? $11.99 for 34 pages (that’s about 35 cents a page!), plus a site heavy with ads, and you can’t pass along any of the money to the writers and artists? I give next to nothing at Kaleidotrope — I recognize that what I’m able to offer is only a token payment — but I think it’s still important to offer it. And Kaleidotrope, it should be noted, does not turn a profit. If you’re charging twelve bucks and hosting lots of ads, and you’re still not making any money, maybe it’s time to rethink your business model. And if you are making money, I feel you have an obligation to share some of that money with the people who provide you with content.