Thursday, all day long

This evening, I had these vague plans to go to a local bar with co-workers after work that fell through, either because the plans themselves fell through and nobody was going, or because I just wasn’t interested enough to inquire if the invite from last week was still operational. I hung around until five, finishing the review analysis I was hoping I would finish yesterday, but as I watched one co-worker after another say goodnight and say nothing of the bar, I decided I would probably just go home. I could have checked, since the place is right around the corner, but I really didn’t want to stay out all evening drinking. Two for one happy hour appeals to my wallet, but less to the part of me the drank too much at the office holiday party. I’m not worried about embarrassing myself, just physically feeling like I don’t want to do a lot of drinking. Particularly on a Thursday.

Do you know it was Thursday all day today? There ought to be a law.

So instead of a couple of drinks with co-workers, I went home. And let me tell you, the difference between New York mass transit at 4:30 and 5 o’clock is the difference between purgatory and hell.

I came home and had some scrambled eggs for dinner, did some writing — with some real momentum, if not necessarily word count — and played Portal. Did I mention that I downloaded Portal 1 and 2 again recently? The game’s easier the second time around, but it’s still enough of a challenge — and very funny — that it’s still a lot of fun to play.

So that was my Thursday. I’m sure some other things happened along the way, but those are the highlights, such as they are. “Such as they are” is about the closest I come to highlights, I’m afraid.

Still, tomorrow’s Friday, and then it’s a three-day weekend. Which is very nice.

The cake, though, is still a lie.

All that and the kitchen sink

Today didn’t go exactly like I’d planned.

I tried to do some writing, although I didn’t get very far at all. I’m struggling with this short story, not least of all because it’s got a deadline attached to it. It’s not an unmissable deadline — it wouldn’t take a whole lot to rework the…oh, five and a half pages I’ve got so far — but I’d prefer not to miss it. I’d also like to have a whole story under my belt, something unpublished but of significant length that I can submit to the Online Writing Workshop. My brain just didn’t want to cooperate today.

Admittedly, it didn’t help that I downloaded Portal again and started playing it a little bit.

Or that this evening, the pipe to the dishwasher broke and we had to do a little impromptu plumbing. It’s not yet replaced completely — it was getting too late for that — but there’s always tomorrow. Oddly enough, we’d planned on doing some plumbing in the basement this morning, replacing the hoses to the washing machine. But we’d had no luck. (Seriously, it would not budge.) So I guess the universe decided, hey, let’s give them the handyman project they wanted and then some.

Now if the universe could just tell me how to finish this short story…


Except for short breaks to do the crossword puzzle — not terribly fun, as it happens — and watch the latest episode of Doctor Who — about which I actually do intend to say more later — I spent the whole day working on Kaleidotrope. Oh, okay, I also played a little of Infinity Blade II, with which I am slightly obsessed, and way too many rounds of computer solitaire. (And you know, I get that there are some hands of solitaire that simply can’t be won, but it’s annoying that the Windows version includes so many of them.) But lots of Kaleidotrope. The Autumn 2012 issue is very nearly done.

Completely done would make me happier, but it’s getting there.

Monday various

  • Here’s a question: Who inherits your iTunes library? Maybe a follow-up to that: would you want someone to inherit it?

    There’s a significant difference between shelves of books or stacks of records and folders of e-books or mp3s. There’s no re-sell value to the latter, for instance, either because of the difficulties of transferring the files or because of restrictions inherent in the licensing agreements we sign. So the only reason to bequeath your digital media is if you feel the person receiving it in your will actually will want it.

  • Ass-whooping on NPR.
  • In other news, they were still printing Nintendo Power Magazine?
  • Writing credits in documentaries: apparently a bigger issue than you might think.
  • And finally, Space Stallions!

    More information here.


Today was just an ordinary sort of Tuesday.

Honestly, with the It audio book and my recent discovery (and tonight finishing) of Limbo, it’s amazing I got anything done.

What I got done, of course, was mostly getting turned down by potential reviewers who are either too busy or want more money. But that’s the job.