Daddy has a tail.
Month: April 2004
Sethra Lavode is out.
And I don’t have it.
The QC position did not pan out.
The tech writer position is still up in the air.
And I mean STILL.
Ever have one of those moments when you have one last piece of chocolate on your desk that you’ve been saving? You walk away for a moment and come back: and it’s gone. You lick your lips and taste chocolate, so you know it was you that ate it, but you don’t remember having eaten it.
One of my favorite poems is “The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock” by TS Eliot. It’s about getting older and despair, but it’s done in such a witty way that you have problems believing that it could be all that bad.
I feel like I’m starting to sound like Prufrock, not in detail but in essence. “Hm…let’s see how much cleverness I can put into this bitch session…”
De, it’s not that bad.
P.S. Final job updates by Tuesday. They promised.
Okay. After putting it off for a few years, I’ve finally started reading Dorothy Sayers. Maybe true bibliophiles will scoff at this, but reading her stuff gives me the pleasure of reading Sherlock Holmes combined with Jane Austin.
Funny. Sayer’s biography sounds similar to Doyle’s in a few spots. Wrote things, didn’t become famous until she’d come up with a detective character. Wrote him until she couldn’t stand to do it anymore, quit and did religious things. Lots of dissimilarities, but there you go.
Finishing Stone of Tears by Terry Goodkind. I still have to be in a mood to read him, and his style still bugs me, but there’s something weird and unpredictable about him, so when I am in that mood, he’s very, very good. And Jordan he is not.
I went to Scooby Doo 2. I laughed ’till I cried. Yeah, I can pick it apart; I can pick anything apart. I still laughed ’till I cried.
Note on SMG:
Yes, she’s a bitch. I like her. She’s a bitch.