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Thursday, June 12, 2003
Just Call Me "Eight Ball" (Oh, That Was Bad) I got my hair cut during my "lunchbreak." I recently decided on a new look. It happened while watching Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade a few weeks ago. River Phoenix has (er, had) such cool hair. So, that's where I'm headed. How is that different from my current Flock of Seagulls 'do? Well, it's longer, and longer is better, right? It's straighter, too. Mr. Steve (hair guy/high school colleague) took the "Seagull" right out of my hair with a flat iron. "How much is that thing?" I asked. "Well, this is the kind Jennifer Anniston used to straighten her hair on Friends. It retails for about $200." (long pause) "Do they have a more consumer-friendly model?" So far, the Tallahassee humidity hasn't re-Flocked my hair. I look halfway stylish. And all the way "gaybo." --------------- A few minutes ago, the IS guy in our office was making copies of his "white paper" (I called it his "Manifesto") for switching the entire company over from Microsoft to Linux. Yeah, that's what I thought. --------------- Rather than reverting back to being Ambitionless, I need to get going on some of these projects I have floating around in my head. Or half-finished in my writing notebook. I solicited poems for a journal that never happened. I've pretty much decided that it's going to come out this fall (ya hear that, M--- . . . Ms. Solo?). It'll probably be the last issue unless, while putting it together, I feel this sudden rush of creativity and nostalgia for my quasi-fundamentalist poetry fanaticism. (Okay, so I was never that fanatical about poetry. Sue me.) I also have a novel idea that I've actually started. It's outlined (kind of). I often have new revelations on character development, plot points, literary allusions, and scenes. I've thought about trading in our old desktop for an even older laptop so that I could write on the go. But I never really go anywhere. I still haven't started writing that hateful letter to the RIAA. But when/if I do, you'll hear (or read) all about it. I contacted the editor of The Simon about doing an article for them. Okay, actually, I just asked if they accepted submissions. (He said "Yes.") I have an idea for something to write. I've just been too busy to do it (at work). --------------- I'm working on a new quiz. I'm probably going to burn a handful of CDs (Kamikaze Lunchbreak, Volume 3) tonight. These two things may or may not be related. So far, Jules, Mrs. Dayment, and Chuckles are shoe-ins to receive a copy. Vectorgirl, too, if I get a copy of her latest concoction. I was only going to do a few copies, but it's going to be too fun to hold down. Later summer volumes will be less fun, and I'll just do less of those. |
