The Demonweasel Speaks

My girlfriend visited this weekend, so I have a lot of cute “my girlfriend and I” stories. Most can’t be repeated in mixed company, but we did go to see “Kill Bill,” which was fun, and had breakfast at the local cafe with a total stranger who let us share his table since it was so crowded. That was kind of odd, as he talked incessantly about all kinds of random things, and when he found out we were writers, did a lot of “You know what you should write about?” stuff, which is one of the reasons, I think, that writers don’t always advertise their profession. I, for one, hate the “Oh, what do you write?” question the most. When you write “speculative fiction,” there’s always a weird little stigma attached to it, and you end up coming up with little phrases like “speculative fiction.” I should start telling people “gay porn,” but with my luck, they’d take it seriously.

Speaking of, I’m trying to decide what, if anything, to write for Novel Writing Month. I’d like to use an idea that I don’t already have in circulation, but really, how realistic is that? I’m more than open to suggestions, although I’ll tell you right now gay porn is off the list. Sorry, fellas.

The season premiere of 24 was great, and I can’t wait to see where this day takes them. It’s nice that they found a something professional for Elisha Cuthbert’s character to do (aside from running around and looking hot, but she does a damn good job of that anyway), and it’s kind of crazy how the cliffhanger from last season just got resolved/explained away in about a minute. It’s almost like we missed a season between the two, but a goodly amount of time has gone on between last season and this one.

I don’t know if I’ve mentioned “Playmakers” on here before, but it’s a great show. In a way, it’s like “Any Given Sunday” the movie, showing the behind the scenes look at a fictional football team. My little plug is a bit late, as they had a first 8 episodes marathon last weekend, but I’m sure they will have something soon.

I’m still drawing, although on some levels it really bugs me. Drawing is very frustrating, because when you write, you write a sentence or paragraph, itís there, all formed and done. You can adjust it and tweak it, but it’s there, almost instantaneously (at least for me, because I’m a fast typist). But with drawing, it’s like living in molasses. Everything takes forever, to become a picture that you recognize, and there are so many minute details that you have to change. I’m impatient, I guess, is what it comes down to. This time, however, I’d like to stick with it. I have a hard time sticking with things, and I’d like this to stick, because I think really, it’d become a very helpful skill in the future.

The future, it’s a good thing to think about. It’s even better to *do* something about it.

Oooooh, contemplative and mystical, I remain…

You know a football game is a savage beating when they start talking about some Pottsville team in Pennsylvania that played back in the twenties. Oy.

Kind of a disappointing night all around. I had kind of missed wrestling while the cable was gone, and now that I had it back…eh. It’s just boring. It’s not like Trek or Buffy or whatnot where I can say “Oh yeah, if they only did this or that it’d be better.” With wrestling…so much of it is so basic and reptilian-brained that it’s hard to quantify problems with it in a way that’s not “It’s just boring, it’s lame, or whatever.” Of course, I find it hard to even use words like “quantify” when watching wrestling, so maybe watching it less is good…

A lot of TV in general is just stupid. I was flipping through last night before bed, and actually found myself stopping on a E! Special that was “It’s good to be…The Hilton Sisters!” How those no-talent, no account drunken whores managed some sort of pseudo-celebrity status is beyond me. The look like fucking heroin-addict piÒatas, and are probably about as smart. And I’m just saying that because I’m jealous of their millions.

I got to see my first SNL of the season (I’m such a junkie) and I really, really liked the new intro (I’m also a weird junkie for a shows new opener, seeing what they’ve changed, all that stuff…I think I got this from watching Buffy, as they changed the intro titles up a little bit each season, and it was fun to se what stuff from the last season they put in). I was also *shudder* impressed by how *twitch* funny Justin…Timberlake was. I mean, I can’t stand his music, and there was no reason for him to get three performances, but his sketch-work was really, really good.

I’ve been trying to figure out exactly what I’m going to watch, I don’t fall into that trap of flipping around channels and then going “Hey, I can watch ‘I Love the 80s’ for the 90th time.’” That way lies madness. It’s much more satisfying watching DS9 tapes, and even Allie likes watching them with me (although her favorite part is the comet, in the opening titles).

She brought me home a picture she drew at school. It has a place of honor on the wall by the computer. Her handwriting is improving a bunch, which is nice. It’s hard to believe she is in the 1st Grade already, and doing so well.

Let’s not spoil this with talk of the writing I’m not doing. Although I had a mini-breakthrough thinking about “Salmagundi” today, so thatís something. There was a nagging little plot point that was getting at me, but I think I at least made it workable enough where I can start working more on it and see what blossoms. Like an onion, dipped in batter and fried.

Yum.

Titular, but not sucky, I remain…

This is why I love my girlfriend more than any other full grown person on the face of the earth…

She works at an ice cream store, and today she invented a new sundae. It has an ice cream called “White Tiger Paws” and it’s topped with strawberries.

She calls it “The Roy.”

I. Love. This. Woman.

Girl: “Where can I find Hamlet?”

Me: “Denmark.”

And sometimes the jokes write themselves.

It’s gotten cold. All of the sudden, like a wet trout down the pants, it’s fall. I forgot about it, being so busy and stressed. It had been mild and pleasant, and this past Saturday on the way to the movies, I even thought, “I bet this will be the last fabulously gorgeous day of the year.” Not that the others won’t be pretty to look at or anything like that, but there was something about that day.

I was laying in bed at three am this morning, shivering and trying to figure out why it was so damn cold in my apartment. And then I remembered my air conditioner was still installed. If I was any dumber, I’d have been *on.* The windows in my apartment are all weird, so my AC sits in a hole cut in the wall of my living room, and not having had an air conditioner like this before (I had central air in one apartment for a couple of summers and, oh, the rapture), I forgot that it’s basically like an open window. So I put the insulation and panel back on it, and I’m hoping that I won’t have to actually take it out of the hole this winter, mainly because I have no real closet space, and installing the thing was a pain in the ass (well, not really, but it did involve a bit of physical comedy that I can’t relay on here.)

I just realized that I totally, inadvertently, lied to my neighbor today about putting it in. How weird. In a way, I just kind of created a memory of how I put it in that’s just totally false. Huh. How about that.

I’ve been avoiding TV lately, which is both my choice and the cable company’s (long story). However, I did get to watch the season premiere’s of “Smallville” and “Angel.” God, I love it when two shows I really like are on back to back. Both were really, really, fine works of television, and the new premise of “Angel” (they are in charge of the LA branch of a multi-dimensional evil law firm, and are trying to turn things around by working the system from the inside…which leads to the question “how long before evil begins affecting them instead of the other way around?”) is playing out just as well as I had hoped. There are some new cast additions and deletions (Cordelia is still in a coma, as the actress who plays her is bowing out of her contract or something, and Angel’s son has been mystically “deleted” from existence), the most notable being Spike, from “Buffy,” and it’ll be interesting to see what hook they come up for how and why he’s there (and why he stays). They also have added semi-recurring character, Harmony, one of my personal favorites, as Angel’s new secretary. Eve, Angel’s liaison to the “senior partners” (as they unseen head-evil honchos are called), is definitely the new hotness (I don’t know why or when, but I’ve become all about saying something is “the new hotness”…as well as being “all about” something. I work with too many teenagers). “Smallville” is just as good, although they are at the point where they are pushing Clark so much, piling so much stuff on, that I’d be amazed that he’s going to grow up and be the square-jawed paragon Superman always was (and, much to my chagrin, should be…that’s what he is, super). But still, it makes for some great drama. Both shows, sadly, ended on cliffhangers, which is irritating. Granted, it’s a week and not four months, but still…

It’s funny getting such a charge from TV, but god, I’ve always loved a good story. And much to the chagrin on most around me, I love sharing a good story too. It’s why I’m always pestering you people to watch and read what I do. It’s a sickness, but it itches less than herpes, so that’s a good thing.

Not that I know what herpes feels like.

Before I go, I’ll leave you with the bumper sticker I created. I want to see if they can get it made for me at Dark Star. It’s obscure, but I don’t care.

“Ivo Shandor Was Right”

If you’d want one, let me know.

Down with the sickness, (ooooh AH AH AH!), I remain…