I am too far inside writer-head to read, apparently. I’ve picked up several books now, sort of looked at the first several paragraphs, and gone “gah, I don’ wanna”. This has absolutely no reflection on the books, and is entirely indicative of my state of mind. It also probably explains (to me, anyway) why I’ve been spending so much time dinking around with photographs and kitsnaps rather than catching up on my reading. I hope someday I’ll be interested in reading again. o.O It has been a glorious weekend thus…
2 birds. 1 stone.
All right. I decided to upgrade Nook to an internet-capable computer, because I’m unwilling to give up the word wars (and because my birthday is Monday). But if I figured if I’m going to buy a new computer, I may as well buy something portable, because that way at least I can take my work with me very easily if I need/want to. Meet Nook 3.0: It’s a Samsung NC10 (sadly, not an NCC-1701), and it has, for sweet Christ’s sake, a 160 gig hard drive. I’m a *writer*. My…
aren’t you tempted?
For a mere 85 more dollars there will be a new Walker Papers or Old Races short story! The Tuckerization is at $260, the gift basket is at $105! Busy day of revisions ahead of me, as yesterday was a total loss. :p Pilates first, though. *scoots off*
*stress*
So the chat software we’ve been using for the word wars, tinychat (which is web-based and therefore ideal because everybody has a browser but not everybody has AIM/gchat/ICQ/whatever), has gone and made a bunch of Improvements which aren’t. I shall list them for you, because I know you’re dying to hear. The different colored, bolded usernames (which helped differentiate chatters) have disappeared. So has the flashing toolbar announcement that there’s a new chat message, if you’re not on that window. The chat window itself is smaller, making it more difficult…
Dear Sugar,
You’ve probably noticed by now that I’m not coming around as much anymore. I’d like to say it’s not you, it’s me, but the truth is it’s you. I find you irresistible, and the only way I can deal with that is by walking away from you entirely. You don’t make it easy, either, with your ice creams and cakes and chocolates all easily available and tempting. But you, in all your delicious forms, make me fat, and I’m tired of it. Oh, don’t get me wrong. It’s much easier…