The Demonweasel Speaks

“There followed a week of the sort of weather that makes folks apt to crawl back into bed after lunch, take long naps, and wake feeling stupid and disoriented.”
-Stephen King, “Wizard and Glass”

That kind of sums up the past week. Add to that another bout of internet problems, and that’s all she wrote. I’ve been tired, cranky, and all nasally-dripping all week, but I think I’ve come through that sudden slap in the face that is the crashing return of Fall in Ohio. It was about seventy the week before last, and then all of the sudden it’s cold and dreary and everyone is stumbling around in a daze.

I’ve been stumbling through NaNoWriMo, but have only done about 5,600 words or so. A bit behind the curve, but the month is still young. I’ve always been a bit of a marathon runner at these kinds of things, preferring to sprint at the end.

I saw the Matrix Revolutions, which was a nice cap to the whole thing. There should never, ever be another one. I know a lot of people are all “this one sucks” but I think that totally misses the point. Those people just want some kind of kick-ass action flick, and while it has plenty of action (but not much in the way of Kung Fu) being just a action movie is past what it’s about. It’s the wrap-up, the finale, and most importantly, a love story. Granted there are more things that they should have put in to really explain things and the like, but these are fun things to discuss.

In any case, it’s dinner time.

Jambalaya! I remain…

I like to think of a new month as a kind of cathartic release, a total refreshing, renewal to reinvigorate yourself, and other words that begin with “R.”

I spent a lot of last week very anxious and worried and irritated and a whole bunch of other negative bullshit, but I’m trying to let that go. It doesn’t help the face that my job is totally “teh suck” lately. There comes a point where the company of your peers and a fear of change just stop being a good reason to stay. Not to mention the fact that I have two jobs, and that sucks. As much as I’d love to work at Dark Star full time, there is no way they can pay me the kind of money my extravagant lifestyle demands (eating, shelter, etc). But we’ll see what happens. I’m not going to just up and quit tomorrow, but I’m going to start looking.

Seriously. I mean it this time.

I just contemplated taking the whole mention of job changing out of here, but I’m going to leave it. My boss knows how I feel, and supports me, and knows that I think she’s the bees knees. If anyone else in the administration were to find this and take issue…well, I guess that’s just too bad. Maybe I’d like being a test case at the Supreme Court for internet journaling. Not-so veiled threat!

After a bunch of hemming and hawing (what the hell does that mean, anyway? Hem, like pants? Haw, like…what? Hee-Haw? Language is ridiculous…) I decided I am indeed going to take a stab at Novel Writing Month, and was going to use this space opera idea that had been kicking around in my head a while back. I sat down, wrote about 900 words last night, and it was “teh suck.” I know, I know, that’s the point, but still…it was so far and away from anything I want to do right now. Of course, I have no *idea* what I want to do now, so that’s a problem in and of itself.

And then, today, walking to lunch, I had the lightning strike, the divine goose of inspiration. An entirely new idea to work on, to just go hog wild on. *Can* I do it? *Will* I make it? Who knows. I haven’t even actually started writing it yet, and I have an idea of where I want it to go, but no real outline or anything else. Just an idea, a couple of scenes, and maybe, just maybe, a middle. And a tiny glimpse at and end (I kind of made that up, as I sat here for a second and went “How would I end it?”, thought, and then came up with something very vague, but sort-of an ending).

So there you go. Well, not really, but still.

Comics were really lame last week, so I don’t feel bad not writing anything about them. I’ve decided I’m going to cut my file, as I end up reading almost everything that comes in each week Sundays and Thursdays when I’m at Dark Star (see why I love that job?), and the things I read out of habit (like Batman and such) I can still follow, and then maybe buy if they are really good.

I really wish I had high-speed internet again, as I am thinking about buying Outkast’s new album, but I want to hear more than just the singles first. I’ll skip my little argument about file sharing right now, although the recent South Park episode about it was priceless.

And I’ve decided my post titles will be a random thing I’m listening to as I write that may go along with what I’m talking about, and in this case, it’s from U2′s “Beautiful Day.”

I kind of miss the foot-traffic the old site would get from random search strings, and responses from those who only read this when it was on email (but haven’t been reading now that it’s web only). I know I’m limiting my audience here, but hey, onward and upward.

So, continuing the human adventure, I remain…