Pleasant Valley Sunday

[clayhornik]

Cleaning out my hard drive this morning. I don't need that episode of CSI anymore, my sister was kind enough to TIVO it for me and put it on tape. Fur & Loathing in Las Vegas. Furries. At last the world knows about them, because CSI reaches more people than Vanity Fair or that MTV docu. Warn the world, CBS. Keep watching the skies.
Don't need that episode of Scrubs anymore either. I've gotten desensitized to it, it no longer makes me cry. Yeah. Scrubs. Make me cry. It was "a very special episode." Not unlike the time Tootie kept her Jelliebeans in a bong.
Deleting all the pictures that've been fwd'd to me over the years- you know the stuff: a map of the world superimposed over someones butt, so that the Middle East is in the ass crack. Sophisticate humour like that that gets fwd'd. Knowledge is viral. So is stupidity.
Been up since seven. Waiting for an IM from a friend, waiting for a phone call from another friend. Sometimes you've gotta wait. Waiting for the man.
Crap. I've got that stupid Monkees song in my head. If you don't know what I mean, you're either too old or too young. If you do know what I mean, then you understand the idea of viral knowledge. "Mr Green, he's so serene, he's got a tv in every room." Good lord, could there have possibly been a time when such a concept was uncommon?
Here's a scary thought: in twenty or so days, I'll be waking up within 300 yards of Warren Ellis.
I've stalled out on the book again. After the scrimmage I got a good ten pages out of it, not sure how it'll fit into the structure of the novel. I've been doing more stuff lately not designed to go into the finished product. The nice thing is, they're organic pieces- that is, stuff that's a natural outgrowth of the characters and events in the novel. Good news: they write themselves. Bad news: not sure I have any use for them.

Comments

[musey-q.livejournal.com]

my very favorite short story (out of my own) came from an "exercise" i gave myself... a couple in another story had a schoolage kid together & weren't a couple anymore, and i wanted to write the back story about how they met just for myself, to make sure it was conceivable that they could've made such a child, and to predict their later trajectory. the "side project" made me realize that the original story was shit, and changed my whole attitude toward my own writing. (and it was the one BT later "forced" me to get published.) so go wherever the words take you, & don't fret about the "bad news." the worst that could happen is the exercise will make you a better writer!

[boyfacedgirl.livejournal.com]

Thre was some major fur-suit stuff on a show called "She-Spies", which is about as bad as that thing with Pamela Anderson a few years back. Yep, furries have replaces trekkies as the social pariah of the aughts.