Month: November 2001

Vaguely nauseous, fuzzy headed, “enjoying” an attention span equivalent to that of a goldfish. Wow, this is fun. Or, you know, not. Pretty much unable to do anything more creative than install / config cgi scripts. Working on a fabby new thing with Tosca but my head won’t co-operate properly. I’ve been playing my clarinet quite a bit (for the first time in a couple of years). Helping a lot. Music good. Only thing I can concentrate on. That, and the prospect of the new Buffy ep. Wish they wouldn’t keep putting Trek on instead of Andromeda. Throws me out. Humph.

Ugh. I’m pretty much word-free. Not sure if it’s the meds or the fact that I’m in a bit of a stupor after Smashed. Or maybe a combo of the two. Hmm. I’ll be back. Just not sure when.

SaltwaterVice: I live in this world of fantasy. it’s very nice, and keeps me away from sordid reality.
MoltenChaos: Is there naked Spike there?
SaltwaterVice: yep. and naked wes and gunn. men have the cleaning up gene, chocolate doesn’t make you fat, and ASDL is free and available to all. Also sitting at your computer all day doesn’t screw up your back.
MoltenChaos: Ahhhhhhhhhhh. Can I come too?
And thus Dimension Delicious was born. We’re thinking it’s a bit like Dimension Fabulous, only with extra Haagen Dazs. And stuff. Like the dress-up Tara dolls. Hee!

I’m a bad influence on you?! I thought it was the other way round! Damn…. But anyway, Anton *is* her sire. It’s his sire that’s big on the beheading. And the shagging. And you’re making me write aubergine-vampire-slash. Help!

I am 43% Grunge.

What’s this? The longest I’ve been without a shower is three days? Not even close, man. I should go sit out in the rain for a week.

Went to the doctors today, and now I have to take this medication, and it’s all a bit strange…. I feel odd about having to have it, cos that means there actually is something up. Oh, argh. All too confusing. And I know this is all vague and not making any sense, but I need to put it down but also don’t want to go into detail. Not working out so well. I think I’ll go and try out that sleep thing I’ve heard so much about. Yeah.

I have bloggers-block, or whatever you call it.
Give me something
To sing about
Just not aubergines, ‘k, Heather?
And what’s with all the aubergines?
What do they need such purple skin for anywaaaaaaay?
I need to stop watching / listening to the Buffy musical. I really really do.

Sodding hell, *another* American Airlines plane crashed in New York. They’re really not doing so well. Surely not terrorists again. More dead people though, from the look of it – it hit four buildings. Not good.

*wail* It snows! I don’t like snow! Damnit.

On the plus side of things, I’ve now seen all of the Musical ep. Only, in bits, and some bits more times than others. When I get home tonight, I’m going to watch it all the way through, then do the reviewing thingy. But my god, it’s fabulous! I love it madly, and Joss is god. But then, we knew that already.

Oh yes, and having regressed to 1,869 when I lost that section, the word count is now up to 3,172. Problem is, of course, I ought to have somewhere between 13,330 and 14,400 by now. Oops.

Spank the Monkey. Oh, go on. You know you want to. (Current Monkey Spanking Champion: Graham at 1073)

Am humming snippets of tune from the Musical Ep. Today’s the day for the lucky Americans, but I’ve got a bit longer (though happily not much) to wait. Shall have to make do with the promos for a few more days, I guess.

I wanted to update the noms for the SPIKED Awards last night. But spikedandskewered.co.uk went down sometime yesterday evening, and hasn’t come back yet. Shit. I’m not taking it personally, cos hrfhs.org.uk is also dead – and also hosted by NDO. *sigh* If only they didn’t charge stupid amounts to transfer the domain out. I’m beginning to wonder whether I shouldn’t move the site to the .com address (or, you know, the .org or the .net since I have them bloody all due to Namezero being sneaky so-and-so’s). But I like my .co.uk :-( Damnit.

So, after much beating-of-computer-with-a-large-wet-haddock, I’ve accepted that I’m not going to get my words back *g* and have started the re-writing process. I think it’s going OK…. and I’m going to be doubly careful about saving this time! I’m also trying to be positive about the James Marsters mini-tour being postponed / cancelled. It’s good that he’s got film work, I’m going to save money and therefore will be able to eat the rest of the month, and this way I can preserve a modicum of self-respect and pretend that I would have been coherent this time round. I would have been, really, honest. Not remotely dazed and pathetic. Nooooo. Ooo, ooo, and I just thought of another one – I’ll probably have two more clear days to work on ‘the novel’. Although that all depends on whether Luna gets her flights refunded, or still comes to stay (and have a big ol’ James-fest as planned, only with slightly less actual James). Hmmm….

I just do not bloody believe it. The 400+ words that I wrote in my dinner break on Saturday at work are gone. I have somehow lost them – I *know* I saved that file about 50 times over, but it seems I didn’t save it to the place I thought I had. And I cleared out my temp files which is where I assume I stupidly did save it to. Excuse me while I SCREAM. I mean, yes, I can write it again, but damnit, I liked what I had! It won’t be the same, especially since it was all stream-of-thought stuff. ARGH! As if life didn’t suck enough already. Sodding marvellous.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh……..