Defuse A Loaf Of Bread

The title and subtitle come from an episode of "The Tick," in case you're wondering. As usual, it makes no sense.

After I woke up at 10:30 yesterday, I said to myself, "Self, this sleeping thing is getting out of hand."

Today I woke up at 11:30.

I'll try going to bed earlier, really I will. But I just lay there like a lump. Actually, lumps usually show more life.

I did my reviews for Theatre of Blood (the diary critique list) and that's about it. At 6:30 Darin and I went over to the Boys, where we found Brent, Therese, and Ellie playing a kids CD-ROM and singing the songs together. Ellie turned, saw me, said, "Hi!" Then: "Where's Darin?"

I've told Darin that I think our marriage has 15 more years -- then Ellie will be 18 and will drag him away. I'll probably sleep through the whole thing.

Ceej's entry today really bummed me out.

I mean, I can think of plenty of reasons not to continue keeping an online journal. Like I've said, this is hard work if you have any constraints at all on what you write about. And sometimes you just don't feel like doing it.

She's thinking about quitting her page because of one tiny thing she wrote. It was critical of someone who is quite well known in the SF publishing world. Others who are in the SF publishing world gave her flack about it.

She asked what the Hollywood answer to her dilemma is. This is what I think (not, of course, that I am a Hollywood insider, no matter what some disturbed folk think): The biggest lie in Hollywood is, "You will never work in this town again." If you can do the work, nobody gives a flying fuck what your personality is like.

Which is not to say that if you are a total asshole that people are going to be lining up to work with you. Ceej doesn't have to worry about being an asshole, though -- she has to worry about whether or not to stifle her opinions. I don't think she should: fakeness doesn't get you anywhere. And people appreciate honesty.

Lies, Damn Lies, and Statistics

None. I'm a loser.

I've told Darin to wake me up early (around 9:00 -- that's earlier than 11:30) tomorrow and I'll go running before the day's heat has started and turned the air into something approximating cotton candy. Actually, cotton candy you can consume. The air's more like just straight candy.