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ad_exiaWell, I have to admit that I like Starbucks' new policy of free unlimited internet. Not only do I not have to worry about a two-hour time limit (not that I usually stayed more than an hour), but I also don't have to keep up my gold card status next year to get free internet privileges. (Though at this rate, I probably will buy 30 drinks in a year, who knows. It's really nice to sit here and work on stuff, though I swear all the baristas are going to know who I am if I keep coming here so often. And then they will catch on that I always order the same thing and then I will feel silly.)
Of course, it is now pouring outside and I do not wish to trek out to my car until it stops. Though looking at the radar, it might not stop anytime soon. Hrm. And I have a bunch of stuff to bring in from my car, since I went to Target to get a couple more storage things for the sewing room, because I'm hoping that throwing more storage at all that clutter will help make some of it go away. I still need to look into steam cleaning my carpet in the next month, too.
In generic news, I really, really want to do some more writing. The problem is, I'm feeling uninspired. So then I just feel inadequate. I know I'm not (well, I hope I'm not), but I occasionally go through this thing where I hate my style and wish it was cooler or something. I think the answer is just writing more, getting in some practice and trying to change the things about it I don't like, but then I end up back at the uninspired part of the whole thing and we start all over again. Ah well; I've been working on the next chapter of my PJO fic, because I really need to finish it even if no one is reading it anymore, and I really do want to work on some original stuff. Preferably some original stuff that could get me some extra money, if I'm not getting funded in the spring. Hrm. I suppose that means I should be doing some writing of the scientific kind too, if I want to have more time to do other things in the spring for money.
In slightly more specific news,
Um. You know the rule, "Show, don't tell?" (It's, like, one of the golden rules of writing. At least, the way I learned things.) Someone needs to tattoo that to Mr. Shyamalan's head, because clearly he forgot it. He forgot it so badly. Also, the script makes Star Wars look like Shakespeare. No, really.
Urgh. Most of their other issues (not-so-great acting, and did I mention the telling not showing?) could have been overlooked if the script hadn't been SO. GOSHDARNED. AWFUL. Oh, man.
And then I had a dream that I was roadtripping with Peter Petrelli and notevil!Sylar. That was interesting.
Okay, that's really about it. Time to check the radar again and maybe think about heading home for dinner. (No, I haven't eaten yet, this is what happens when you eat "lunch" at five. My schedule is so messed up.)
Of course, it is now pouring outside and I do not wish to trek out to my car until it stops. Though looking at the radar, it might not stop anytime soon. Hrm. And I have a bunch of stuff to bring in from my car, since I went to Target to get a couple more storage things for the sewing room, because I'm hoping that throwing more storage at all that clutter will help make some of it go away. I still need to look into steam cleaning my carpet in the next month, too.
In generic news, I really, really want to do some more writing. The problem is, I'm feeling uninspired. So then I just feel inadequate. I know I'm not (well, I hope I'm not), but I occasionally go through this thing where I hate my style and wish it was cooler or something. I think the answer is just writing more, getting in some practice and trying to change the things about it I don't like, but then I end up back at the uninspired part of the whole thing and we start all over again. Ah well; I've been working on the next chapter of my PJO fic, because I really need to finish it even if no one is reading it anymore, and I really do want to work on some original stuff. Preferably some original stuff that could get me some extra money, if I'm not getting funded in the spring. Hrm. I suppose that means I should be doing some writing of the scientific kind too, if I want to have more time to do other things in the spring for money.
In slightly more specific news,
Um. You know the rule, "Show, don't tell?" (It's, like, one of the golden rules of writing. At least, the way I learned things.) Someone needs to tattoo that to Mr. Shyamalan's head, because clearly he forgot it. He forgot it so badly. Also, the script makes Star Wars look like Shakespeare. No, really.
Urgh. Most of their other issues (not-so-great acting, and did I mention the telling not showing?) could have been overlooked if the script hadn't been SO. GOSHDARNED. AWFUL. Oh, man.
And then I had a dream that I was roadtripping with Peter Petrelli and notevil!Sylar. That was interesting.
Okay, that's really about it. Time to check the radar again and maybe think about heading home for dinner. (No, I haven't eaten yet, this is what happens when you eat "lunch" at five. My schedule is so messed up.)
