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Brightening Day. Bring Me The Head Of Punxatawny Phil. - Diary of a Necromancer
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Brightening Day. Bring Me The Head Of Punxatawny Phil.
Lead story for the day is not the war in Iraq or the Presidential race, but the incident in the Superbowl halftime show that inflicted Janet Jackson's bare bosom upon zillions of unsuspecting viewers. (Memo to FCC: John Ashcroft can reccommend a good source for a large blue drape to throw over her.) Although I did have the game on, I feel myself unqualified to say much about it except that the ads were rather boring this year. Bring back the days of the dot-com bubble, where e*trade could show a dancing chimp in a garage for thirty seconds with the simple tagline, "well, we just blew two million bucks"; this year's ads were quite bloodless in comparison.

Some bit of vermin in Pennsylvania predicts six more weeks of this crap we're having to endure called "winter". My Idiot Neighbors have not fully grasped the change in conditions, nor the fact that they're not the only ones living here, and have taken to blowing through the back door without looking behind them to see whether it's closed behind them, which it has not on several occasions due to the ice buildup just outside; since we have no window in the transom above our back door, I find myself "It" when it comes to being aware of sudden prolonged temperature changes in the back stairs/our kitchen/my office, and I keep having to slog down to check. That the Idiot Neighbors have chosen the two coldest nights in eight full years to lower their irresponsibility to this new depth borders upon criminal, in my estimation.

In theory, I have sat down here to tackle some much-delayed Career-Related Tasks such as the Cover Letter, now that it appears (knock wood) that the leaks have been resolved to whomever's satisfaction and there is no longer an undercurrent of loud and ominous power-tools noise throughout the building. Let's see if I can manage to post this and not get sucked down the rabbit-hole all afternoon for once...

[A few minutes later: And, interestingly, Teresa Nielsen Hayden has a few words to say this very day about picking oneself up after the manuscript limps home. In comparison to some of her examples, I think I reacted with positive restraint... and now I get to console myself with the thought that the letter looks like I may have placed as high as #11 or even #13 on TNH's list of reasons editors reject things. Alas, it's only getting to #14 that really counts in the end...]

feeling: cold cold
now playing on Radio Earworm: CNN twittering about JJ's piercings

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rollick From: rollick Date: February 2nd, 2004 10:10 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
(Memo to FCC: John Ashcroft can reccommend a good source for a large blue drape to throw over her.)

Hee hee hee.
robling_t From: robling_t Date: February 2nd, 2004 10:59 am (UTC) (permalink this entry)
[bows] Thank you, thank you, you've been a wonderful audience...
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