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Yes, I'm working on Super Bore Sunday. A loser is me.
But the R Palmer Lost promo was a stitch. I still like Lost -- and the super-cheery spoiler making the rounds gives me courage. :D!
The next two weeks are going to be hell, workwise. It's gonna be a... character-builder. *trembles*
In a clinch like this, it's all about filling the silent space of solitary effort, and if I hear anymore daytime TV I'll simply break. Yesterday I played a Who marathon, and today I didn't, because it's going to be a long two weeks of pain and I didn't want to go off Who by association. (So go ahead and scorn me for having the Super Bowl on: I have my reasons. :)
I've been wistfully visiting expedia. Oddly, airfare to Frankfurt costs about the same as airfare to Minneapolis. Airfare to London is the ransom of two kings. Can anyone tell me why? It's a mad world.
I can't work anymore. Yet I cannot stop working.
I curse you, Cain!
But the R Palmer Lost promo was a stitch. I still like Lost -- and the super-cheery spoiler making the rounds gives me courage. :D!
The next two weeks are going to be hell, workwise. It's gonna be a... character-builder. *trembles*
In a clinch like this, it's all about filling the silent space of solitary effort, and if I hear anymore daytime TV I'll simply break. Yesterday I played a Who marathon, and today I didn't, because it's going to be a long two weeks of pain and I didn't want to go off Who by association. (So go ahead and scorn me for having the Super Bowl on: I have my reasons. :)
I've been wistfully visiting expedia. Oddly, airfare to Frankfurt costs about the same as airfare to Minneapolis. Airfare to London is the ransom of two kings. Can anyone tell me why? It's a mad world.
I can't work anymore. Yet I cannot stop working.
I curse you, Cain!
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How's the condo-having? Are you thrilled or frantic or both?
You know what's hard? Drawing women in 1850's bonnets. They were designed, in an excess of Victorian modesty, to completely hide a woman's face from the side. So you can't see the characters act unless they are staring straight at the reader, or unless you cheat.
I used to scorn TV/movie costumers for messing with historicity for finessing those bonnets, but now I repent. With ashes. Woe.
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Being in London is just twice as interesting as being in Frankfurt was the theory I was propagating.
*rests inside bonnet*