CW 034 – There is no 32 and 33

Monday, May 21, 2007 at 11:18 pm (CW1) (books, cats)

034 05-17-07

The months of May and June once meant to me the end of the school year, and a new beginning for the summer, but NO MORE.  No, now I know that it doesn’t end, it NEEEEVER ends.  It doesn’t even feel like a relief anymore.  It doesn’t feel like anything.

I think I must be in a bad mood this morning, for I am unusually doom and gloom.  Typing hasn’t been great either.  It’s been nearly a week since I’ve been at this computer, and it seems foreign.  My nails are the longest they’ve ever been in my eighteen years, and it feels weird.  I should I have noticed this earlier, so I guess I must not have been typing much lately outside of this class.

I learned some fascinating things on wiki the other day about fingernails, like where those little white spots come from (sometimes an indicator of disease, but usually damage to the fingertip area), and that the big white crescent at the cuticle is called a lunula.  MS Word does not like lunula.  

In other news, I finally got a chance to check out Wicked, by Gregory Maguire.  It’s kinda raunchy.  Not quite what I was expecting, and it looks like it’s going to have a rather different tone from the musical.  Well, that’s okay, I mostly liked the show for the songs and the excellent casting of the leads anyway.

In other, other news, I’m still waiting on the sixth and final volume of Mediator to be available in ebook format.  I should have marked what date I put it on hold, because I could be waiting for up to a maximum of 21 days.  I guess I got cocky after the fifth was available after only one day.  I’d never sat down and read a whole ebook before this.  It was surprisingly quick reading, but then, so is this series in general.  And partly I was afraid to walk away from it for fear that my download would expire and I would have to wait another week before I could pick up reading it again.  (Sure enough, once I finished and closed the file, it vanished from my desktop.)

The Raven came in, the newsletter from the Peter S. Beagle official something or other.  I thought it was a fansite, but they’re oft connected with the man himself, so who knows.  Anyway, it seems PSB has finally won a coveted Nebbie award after many a year of near misses.  Or something, I’m paraphrasing with extreme prejudice.  Don’t listen to me, go read about it yourself.  I mention this because at the end, they added an adorable picture of The Raven’s mascot, this fluffy white cat with a green eye and a blue eye.  That’s interesting enough, but then you notice that the pupil of the blue eye is much more dilated than the pupil of the green eye, giving kitty a bit of a stoned, glazed look.

The times, they are a-changing.

Has anyone else noticed how little actual writing I’ve done since I’ve been in this class?  Or been bothered by it?

Yeah, things have been rather slow lately.  Everything winding down.  Nothing ever…happens.  I mean, sure stuff happens, but it’s the same stuff that always happens.  Nothing out of the routine, and the only things that differentiate the days are maybe different thoughts here and there.  Doesn’t anyone know what I mean?  Because stuff always happens, but nothing ever happens.

Uh oh.  That sounds like the start of every crappy fantasy novel I’ve ever read.  Fortunately, something should start happening immediately.

I missed the last two days of 314, and I do believe I am now hopelessly behind on the final project, and this is largely due to the fact that I hate Flash with all that I am.  How ironic that as I type this, I visualize the perfect splash page, though it would be a pain in the neck to animate.

Where have I been lately?  It turns out that UPN and WB are dead and reformed as something called CW and they’ve gone and axed several long running favorites.  Not that I ever watched any of them.