mundayne

I am here, still here, here again, that sort of thing.

I got the stomach flu a couple of weeks ago, and that was not fun. My dad and stepmom visited for a weekend, and that was lots of fun.

Other than these two things, I do not have much to report. Most of my energy has been pouring into this strange little short story I have to let out from under the house before it consumes my fingers and eyes and cuts my hair into bangs. Poems are so easy for me to finish. I don’t know why I haven’t just completed this shitty first draft and gotten on with the revision part.

While not writing, puking, or touring, I have been dealing with a lot of work foo, which is usual for this time of the year. Also, my job is still very much my job, despite my fantasies of buying an antique bottle, rubbing it, and asking the djinn inside to grant me the wish of having a job that involves research and organization without the endless committees and surveys and statistics and whatnot. Actually, I do not mind those things, as long as when I am given a project, I am allowed to complete it before the rest of the known universe gets to comment on (read: criticize) it.

O, and because some people deserve to say they told me so right about now: I have just finished watching the second season of “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” and I am loving it. No spoilers, please! I’m also halfway through Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series, and enjoying that too.

I want to be excited about Google Calendar, but since it doesn’t automagically sync with anything else, it adds zero value to my life. Everyone I know is using Mosuki or Evite or 30Boxes already. It’s like the instant messenger thing: most folks I know are already AIM devotees and don’t want to switch to Google Talk just to talk to me. I heart you, Google, but I’m too lazy to beg all my friends to change.

About Halsted M. Bernard

Halsted, a/k/a cygnoir, does stuff with words. Her favourite things to do with words are keeping this diary, writing stories, and organising information. She lives in Edinburgh with her husband, two cats, a few gadgets, several fountain pens, and many books.

Posted on 17 Apr 2006 in Diary
  • Jesse

    I’m fortunate that most of the people I’m the most eager to talk with have all gotten Gmail, and therefore do the Google Talk thing. It’s kind of refreshing to be starting over, to leave the vestiges of many years’ worth of accumulated people I never talk to behind. If you have a number of friends who won’t make the leap, can’t you use a client such as Adium that plays relatively nicely with multiple chat protocols?

    BTW, thanks for your help last week in putting the “collage” in “psychopharmocology” (or at least the phonetic version thereof). Or maybe taking out the “harm,” but I guess that would just leave “psychopocology.” I think you get the picture.

  • monkee_mind

    have you got to the part in buffy season 3 where dustin hoffman dies?

  • http://www.mediadiva.net mediadiva

    buffy rules. I heart spike.

  • http://superhappyjen.blogspot.com Superhappyjen

    That’s the thing with stories, sometimes they practically write themselves, but more often they chew your brain to bits and then spew garbage out through your fingers onto the computer screen, causing a humbleness with which only a true artist can identify, with a side effect of constipation of the imagination. Cheers!

  • el diablo robotico

    Damn. I wish I still had the third season of Buffy to look forward to. It is mind-bogglingly good.