April 17th, 2008

Alex Spaz

Best Weather Ever!

Today I totally want to bury the needle on the awesomometer! It's just that beautiful outside.

Unfortunately, I've got so many time-critical things pressing for attention, that I'm spending more time going around in circles trying to figure out what I'm going to do with myself, than I am actually getting things done.

What I really want to do today, I think, is novel writing, but even putting aside for the moment that I'm at work, I've got "Draw strips for next week, move stuff away from the windows for next week's installation, draw Morphy's commish, get new SJ and NN books assembled, and come up with some freakin' merchandise for AC" on my Too Much To Do List ahead of all those, in roughly descending order by urgency. The Carpe Diem stuff I told GG that I would draw two months ago because I thought I had way more time than I did needs to go in there sometime, because, y'know, I did tell him I would do it and I like to live up to that kind of claim.

Feh!

Oh well, nothing to be done about it but get on it. Once, y'know, I'm not at work any more.

Oh, did I mention I need to work on Saturday to make up time for being late multiple times this week? Sleep has not been my friend. Although it was fine last night (finally), I did still end up getting up late this morning because I had so much tiredness left over from earlier this week.

Oy!

-The Gneech
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Fictionlet

"Really, is that all you do is sit around here writing all day, then go to whatever party you can dig up with your yuppified friends on Friday night?" Brigid said. "Lord, and I thought I was dull. You need to get out more!"

"That's not all I do," said Greg.

She crossed her arms and cocked her head. "No?"

"Sometimes I go to used bookstores."

"Cripes."

"Besides, you're one to talk. You go to work, come home late, go to work, come home late, invite yourself along with me to whatever party I can dig up with my yuppified friends on Friday, and complain about it the whole time. I don't see how that gives you any room to criticize."

"Very funny."

"Anyway, I might be more interesting than you think. You don't know how I spend my days; I could be living a secret life of danger and intrigue, of which you have no inkling because if you found out about it I'd have to kill you. How would you know? This persona you know of as 'Greg Bumerli, mild-mannered and somewhat eccentric writer,' could be a complete fabrication."

"If it is, it's not a very good one," Brigid said.

"All part of its brilliance!" Greg said. "Its sheer unlikeliness makes you inclined to believe it, because obviously nobody would come up with a cover story like that."

The ringing of the phone interrupted this dispute, causing both them to jump. Greg scooped it up immediately. "Greg here. Yes? Yes." He looked over at Brigid with narrowed eyes. "I can't talk right now, darling," he said in a conspiratorial tone. "Hey diddle, diddle, the cat and the fiddle. The banjo becomes angry at midnight." A few seconds later, he added, "I think you know precisely what I'm talking about," and hung up.

"Cute," said Brigid.

"What?" said Greg.

She tapped on the cradle of the phone, and said, "Although it would have been more convincing if the caller ID didn't say 'WALL STREET JOURNAL SUBSCRIPTIONS, THE' in big letters."

Greg looked at the cradle, looked at Brigid, looked at the cradle again, then looked at Brigid again. "Oh yes! Wall Street Journal! Yes. That's who it was. Totally The Wall Street Journal. Not a devastatingly-attractive double-agent I've been seducing for information. I don't know where you get these ideas! Ha, ha, ha!" He waved a hand airily, then fled for his room.

Brigid watched him go. "Silly bastard," she finally said, and hit the caller ID "erase" button.

-The Gneech

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It&#39;s a Lion

Trimming, Pruning, and Maintenance

Spring cleaning time! I mentioned that I got a haircut yesterday, yes? And as my LiveJournal hadn't had a face lift in a while, I decided to apply a new style to it and I went through and pruned my tags a bit this evening. There's no reason why every Fictionlet should be tagged with "Fictionlet," "B&G," and "Brigid and Greg" for instance.

Furthermore, laurie_robey and I did a bit of badly-needed trimming and cleaning on Buddha. Because it's still the dinner hour in some time zones, I won't expand on what part of Buddha got this trimming and cleaning, but suffice to say that kitty seriously wasn't enjoying it.

He's been having some digestive troubles lately that we suspect may be hairballs, Sunday morning will be time for his annual Lion Cut. This will be the third major haircut he's had since he adopted us, and we're beginning to think that he may need them more often still, like three a year instead of two.

Finally, in the literary world, I've started reading the copy of My Legendary Girlfriend by Mike Gayle that huskyteer was so kind to send me. Two chapters in and while it's okay so far it hasn't exactly lit me on fire, either. Plotwise it's all been establishment, and I can sympathize with that, but at the same time, establishment makes for dull reading unless you punch it up with either a little humor, a little action, or both. So far the funniest moment has been when the narrator (a schoolteacher) finds some of his students smoking, ticks them off for it, then bums a cigarette off one of them. Still, as I say, only two chapters in, so I haven't really given it a proper chance yet. We'll see!

-The Gneech