26-Jan-2006

Ugh, ugh, ugh.  All this hypochondria, and what do I have to show for it?  The beginnings of a nasty cold, coupled with some nausea and general grumpiness.  Grumpiness being my normal state, however, I'm not too worried about its implications as a symptom.  What's really bad is, although I've been popping Flintstone's vitamins like... well, Flintstone's vitamins, I've been taking the free food as it falls into my lap.  G-Money couldn't finish her buffalo wings, so guess who grabbed them?  I mean, I ate a tangerine afterwards, but geez.  What do I, never want my white blood cell count elevated? Luckily, the day hasn't been too stressful yet - although I'll probably be here till at least 10, so there's no telling what tragedies might befall us before then.  I've also been listening to a lot of nostalgic music on pandora.com, which is pretty much the best website in the world (my thanks to The Wise Man, who referred me to said site in order to get me off his CD-burning back).  What you do, see, is you create your own little free account, put in the kind of stuff you like to listen to, and pandora finds you different artists with similar sounds to the artists you've already said you dig.  Pretty cool, huh?  Almost as cool as the library card I acquired this past weekend.  I never drool more than when I'm in a library, and Saturday was no exception.  Sadly (although I'm also excited about it), I won't have time to re-visit this weekend, as I will be working Iplish's film, with a quick break Saturday to give the Irish Asian script notes.  It's his first attempt at a pilot since his "Perfect Strangers" spin-off didn't pan out, and I have to say he pretty much rocks.  Not only is he actually good, but he sat down and hammered out an entire script.  That takes balls, yo.  See, when you're writing, the first couple of pages are always fun - full of promise, tone-setting, you're thinking oh, these characters are so kooky and original, then wham, Act II rolls around and suddenly you're Harry Potter sans the good genes, getting fucked up the ass by a knife-ended broomstick because everyone knows you're a narcissistic little nitwit and threw your own name in that goblet of fire.  And let me tell you, folks, sometimes that ain't fun.  But seriously, www.pandora.com .  Good times.  Good times.