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Morning rambles
Jun. 19th, 2008 08:16 amIf I can get through today, really if I can get through my morning meeting *sigh* cause my afternoon one is actually gonna be kinda fun...
Didn't get to see chiquita banana yesterday cause I'd gotten my appointment time screwed up. Going to see her monday at 5:30.
I think I need to start soaking my ears in salt water again - they've been itching like hell lately, and I of course have been scratching.
But I'd make such a good cynical bitter old woman! What?
My hatred for the Smith Alumnae Quarterly is eternal. I'm not even tempted by the latest cover which promises an "honest" dialogue about race on campus, which I know is going to be an eyeroller and is only going to be just honest enough to make a good story but stop short of saying anything real for fear of hurting potential endowment contributions. I only even open it to briefly skim the class updates and the obituaries, aka "who got married/spawned/died this quarter?" before tossing it into the recycle bin. Course, anyone with any other accomplishments probably hates the quarterly as much as I do, and don't feel the need for alumnae validation... which is really amusing cause all that's left are the people who did with their lives almost exactly what we were all subtly coached to sort of look down our noses on during our four years at Estrogen Overload - land a man (a rich one for extra bonus points) and pop out babies and be extremely happy doing so. *shakes head* it's funny to look back on it that way, but eight years out, it's true. An old friend of mine did exactly that - married her sweetheart right out the gate, and now he's an executive at Microsuck and she stays home with her two kids and well, she's a lot happier than I am at the moment, but at the time, when she would loudly proclaim that that was exactly what she was going to do with her life, we were all kinda horrified by her. Interesting how the measuring stick you use on yourself and other people changes over time.
But anyway yeah. I poop on the SAQ. poooooooooooooooop on it.
In other news, been sitting with a brand new story idea for the past three weeks. I've got the main five characters and the general idea for the story - I'm now trying to work on getting all of them to Point A, then make points B and C interesting, funny and I don't know, have some depth or something, which i'm kind of stuck on, so I've been doing world and language building instead. That's pretty interesting in its own right, especially the constructed language part. I'm wondering why I never really got into linguistics before, cause it's kinda neat even at the just mucking about level. We'll see how far I get with that, and if an actual story comes out of all this - I don't want to get too hung up on the world construction and then end up with something Tolkienesque in which the plot and characters end up being merely devices to tie together a collection of dissertations that basically boil down to "See? See? How awesome am I for having come up with Middle Earth? and Quenya? and the Simarillion? AND I USED RUNES how cool is that, bitches? Oh yeah. Plot. Crap. So anyway, three Nazgul walk into a bar..."
Yeah. In case you couldn't tell, I kinda hated reading Lord of the Rings. Actually, it's also why I so virulently dislike Cryptonomicon as well. I read fiction to be told a good story, but have little patience for the story becoming an excuse to write a long winded travel brochure of the writer's brainmeats.
Alas, I need to get my carcass moving and get dressed for work. Four more hours of hell, and then home free.
Didn't get to see chiquita banana yesterday cause I'd gotten my appointment time screwed up. Going to see her monday at 5:30.
I think I need to start soaking my ears in salt water again - they've been itching like hell lately, and I of course have been scratching.
But I'd make such a good cynical bitter old woman! What?
My hatred for the Smith Alumnae Quarterly is eternal. I'm not even tempted by the latest cover which promises an "honest" dialogue about race on campus, which I know is going to be an eyeroller and is only going to be just honest enough to make a good story but stop short of saying anything real for fear of hurting potential endowment contributions. I only even open it to briefly skim the class updates and the obituaries, aka "who got married/spawned/died this quarter?" before tossing it into the recycle bin. Course, anyone with any other accomplishments probably hates the quarterly as much as I do, and don't feel the need for alumnae validation... which is really amusing cause all that's left are the people who did with their lives almost exactly what we were all subtly coached to sort of look down our noses on during our four years at Estrogen Overload - land a man (a rich one for extra bonus points) and pop out babies and be extremely happy doing so. *shakes head* it's funny to look back on it that way, but eight years out, it's true. An old friend of mine did exactly that - married her sweetheart right out the gate, and now he's an executive at Microsuck and she stays home with her two kids and well, she's a lot happier than I am at the moment, but at the time, when she would loudly proclaim that that was exactly what she was going to do with her life, we were all kinda horrified by her. Interesting how the measuring stick you use on yourself and other people changes over time.
But anyway yeah. I poop on the SAQ. poooooooooooooooop on it.
In other news, been sitting with a brand new story idea for the past three weeks. I've got the main five characters and the general idea for the story - I'm now trying to work on getting all of them to Point A, then make points B and C interesting, funny and I don't know, have some depth or something, which i'm kind of stuck on, so I've been doing world and language building instead. That's pretty interesting in its own right, especially the constructed language part. I'm wondering why I never really got into linguistics before, cause it's kinda neat even at the just mucking about level. We'll see how far I get with that, and if an actual story comes out of all this - I don't want to get too hung up on the world construction and then end up with something Tolkienesque in which the plot and characters end up being merely devices to tie together a collection of dissertations that basically boil down to "See? See? How awesome am I for having come up with Middle Earth? and Quenya? and the Simarillion? AND I USED RUNES how cool is that, bitches? Oh yeah. Plot. Crap. So anyway, three Nazgul walk into a bar..."
Yeah. In case you couldn't tell, I kinda hated reading Lord of the Rings. Actually, it's also why I so virulently dislike Cryptonomicon as well. I read fiction to be told a good story, but have little patience for the story becoming an excuse to write a long winded travel brochure of the writer's brainmeats.
Alas, I need to get my carcass moving and get dressed for work. Four more hours of hell, and then home free.
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