February 28th, 2003


hi ho, copper, away.

Most nonsensical subject line ever. Thank you folks, thank you. ::takes a bow::

bettyp has a great post up about BtVS--general stuff, no spoilers, very cool musings riffing off a post of silviakundera's. (Riffing, not ripping. Glassy-eyed, not glass-eyed.) I love me some Betty.

I just went over to one of our neighboring buildings, where our editorial offices are. I've been there maybe a dozen times in all, and every time I'm there I stop by the free book table, where all kinds of not-yet-published review and proof copies sit in messy stacks for the taking. The pickings are usually slim--thin, obscure children's books; earnest religious novels; self-published analyses of mung-bean crop production, et cetera. I've taken away no more than 1 or 2 books at most, and even those were just things where I thought, eh, it's free, rather than, oh cool! Today, however, in the midst of absently picking stuff up and reading back jackets, I spotted...an advance reader's copy of the new Minette Walters' novel Fox Evil, due out in May, which I hadn't even known about until that moment. My eyes glazed over, my hands trembled, I was utterly frozen--and then I screamed and threw my body across the table, slithering wildly over a raft of books that fell to all sides, the way beers topple from a bar when you toss a cowboy.

Okay. I may be exaggerating. But oh my god. SCORE!

In other news, I wanted to mention that I added another longish comment to my post on writing in case anyone missed that--I'm just tossing that out for you. Candy from a clown car. Also, please note my follow-ups to last night's post, where I blither: "Also wanted to say that, eep, I kinda feel like a failure as a communicator if I didn't get across how very much about "me" my tiredness was, just a wrangle with my own head and with a very imaginary composite audience. Really, I wasn't especially stressed--it's not like I was cracking nuts with my sphincter or anything, if you'll picture that, and why I'd even try to make you, I'll never know, so we'll just leave this tangent now--I was just trying to dig my way out past my own self-imposed barriers and the false spectres of fears."

Clearly, I need to ensure that everyone sees me use the word "sphincter." Because...um, please note that my Diet Coke is caffeinated today! Be scared!

so, in other news...

In a weird postscript to my recent post on country music, here's a neat thing--at that same free book table I stopped at today, I picked up a few CDs with no great optimism. Because: portable. Free. Anyway, one was by some guy named Delbert McClinton (Room to Breathe), and I decided to listen as I wound down and prepared to leave work. And man. It's frickin' awesome. Bluesy and cool and groovy. I mean, even if I'd paid for it new, I'd be dancing and clam-happy. It's not precisely the flavor of shit-kicker country I was looking for, but it's still some kind of wonderful. And did I mention, free?

And then someone I work with sent me a Share the Love discount for the S4 Buffy DVD collection being released in June. And for whatever reason that was the final straw I needed to finally go DVD. Yes, today I ordered all four seasons of Buffy and now I have until June to actually get a DVD player. Ahem.

Among the many cool and hilarious things I've read today are the following: thing one, the close-captioning of "terrorist" government signs, and thing two, the story of a blimp. I laughed myself sick over both of them.

Also, ros_fod posted a self-introduction which makes a fun meme, and she said nice things about me that made me shygirly and blushy, and funny things in general that made me grin.

Somehow I have collected on my work desk a pink plastic slinky, a clothespin-mouthed paper holder in the form of an Egyptian pharaoh, and a vacant-eyed visa photo of my ex co-worker Z. What's the opposite of attrition? The slow encroachment, the creep of minutiae....


wringing the meme

How much do I love kita0610? Well, she took that Magic 8-Ball Meme and stripped away the mystery, and that was all I needed to jump on the bandwagon. The point of the original version has left me scratching my head, and I don't know why, because it's very similar to the "mystery friend" meme (where you describe everyone on your Friends list without using their names), and I got the appeal of that.

Anyway. Ask me any question, and I'll answer here in my LJ...in some fashion. Honestly, inventively, evasively, morbidly. Feed my meme.

Me. Spotlight queen for a day long enough to need therapy.

No fancy form box. Just type questions as comments.

Edited to add: Am slumping off to bed now. Will be in later today, though, to answer questions. Ask, ask! I beg like the junkie whore I am! I beg like Madonna! This is the good crack. This is the serious shit. Two hundred questions would not be too many. It gets my motor running--or, you know--revs up the mice on my mental wheel.