There are monks, now, who sell printer supplies online. They are called LaserMonks. And their prices are so good, they're blasphemous. Seriously, I may buy my cartridges from the good folk. The prices!
This week of not watching TV is going pretty well, especially since "not watching TV" means "watching Daily Show and maybe another show if I get stuff done beforehand and/or I'm TiVoing something else at the same time." Yesterday, I was desperate to stare at a screen, so I watched about half an hour of Roger Dodger -- but tonight, I've kept busy with a web design project and bills and budgeting and planning. It turns out that if everything goes as planned and I don't wrap my car around a tree or anything, I'll be making more money than I thought. Enough to save a decent portion. Which is good, because I need to save.
The writing... ::sigh:: The screenplay is stalled all to hell. I feel like throwing things away and making fresh starts. This is an instinct that I plan on enacting tomorrow night, after work and before West Wing (I'm giving it one more week -- but it's silly for me to continue to watch a show).
Just updated the sidebar -- Miss Match of Arcadia refers to my confusion as to what to do about Fridays at 8 PM. I saw both shows, like both shows -- but do I really want to have to be home at 8 PM on a Friday just so I can see both?
Not really, no.
And I'm reading no fiction these days. This makes me sad. This makes me want to go to the library. Where they have graphic novels now! I just paged through the catalog listing, and it's enough to make a girl squeal. 50% of it's stuff I love already, and there's that delightful 30% I haven't had a chance to read yet. But oh yes, I will...
I'll do a more thorough TV entry at some point. Because TV is interesting and all. But in the meantime, das roomie wants to watch Queer Eye. And I've been a very good girl.
convinced everyone who bothers to check this journal that it's not really worth checking anymore.
And now I'm resolving to write, and write more, and finish things. And keep this journal in shape. And write about how women comedians might not be funny and my need for business casual wardrobe and 135 candidates for governor who all lose, if you ask me. And the pilots I've seen. I've seen a lot of pilots, in the haze of sickness. I've gotten a lot of sleep.
Jon Stewart thinks that a four-star general liberal Democrat is a political improbability only slightly less absurd than a hobo mayor.
Me, I like political improbabilities. And I like Clark. I like Clark in the way I've been trying to like Dean. Which is to say, at all. Don't get me wrong. Dean is swell. But...
In echoes of wartime President Harry S. Truman, someone shouted to Clark, "Give 'em hell, General," as Clark was shaking hands with the crowd. He pumped his fist, smiled and replied, "We're going to give them the truth, and they'll think it's hell."
When Ahnuld announced that he was running for governor, GWB joked about not wanting to arm-wrestle him. But I think he may have to arm-wrestle Clark.
And for the first time in the past two years, I don't feel like sticking my head in a political oven. So to speak.
I've been quiet because there's been little to say. I've got things to do; places to go. Work is fine -- I'm settling into the routine of things, finding a way to fit all the stuff I want to do into the time I have for it.
This is proving to be harder than imagined.
But there are good things afoot! Wesley Clark is running for president! And I'm going to Disneyland tomorrow! Whoot!
There is an awful lot more to say. But not now.
It's been a weird weird week. I didn't deal well with the 9/11 anniversary -- meaning, I didn't deal with it at all. And then John Ritter died and he was only a year old than my father. And then I found out that a family member has cancer.
It has been an odd week, and I'm dealing with these things.
I have not written any scenes from movies lately. A problem to be rectified tomorrow, I think.
Today was my last day of freedom -- I go back to work next Monday. Which is sad, inevitable, and almost a relief. Because making money? It's a good thing.
So I have done a big fat lot of nothing today -- well, except get my script reading for the week done, sleep in, read a book, read more of another book, and nearly watch all of the Larry Sanders Show DVD I picked up last night. Oh, and send in my spec article for Salon -- something I've been working on for the last month, but could never quite end until just this week.
So, maybe not so little.
It's been a lot of alone time these past two weeks -- a lot of quiet, a lot of thinking. I stood in a corner by myself at the DeanUp on Wednesday; I bought office clothes at Crossroads Trading Company in various shades of grey. I went to the library, went to cafes, saw SWAT, American Splendor, and Thirteen.
It's been good times. It's been tiring. It's been a nice vacation.
And I've got a busy weekend ahead of me -- busier than my week, tell the truth.