10.30.2007
the ticker that was a dunce
i'm still having trouble focusing at work which means i spend way too much time on the internet. it's probably only a matter of time before i get caught and then fired for the second time since 2005. as part of my time-wasting routine, i check out usa today's "pop candy" blog. today there's a mention of a new trailer for an indie documentary called "my heart is an idiot" and when i read that title, my brain cries. if i had to summarize the last two years of my life, i know now that all i'd need is five words.
i don't feel comfortable watching the trailer because that'd make it too obvious that i'm misusing my time (hell, i write these posts in outlook before copying and pasting them into blogger to disguise what i'm doing). i throw my new favorite phrase into yahoo and start clicking on results. the movie actually doesn't sound as good as its title but damn, what a title. through the course of my phrase investigation, i see a mention of another movie called "four eyed monsters." i go back to yahoo and replace the nfp. this movie sounds quite intriguing and is apparently on youtube in its entirety. it's a true story about love. which reminds me...
national write a novel month starts on thursday and i've toyed with the idea of giving it a whirl. the goal is to write quantity (50,000 words over 30 days), not quality. i've thought about buying a laptop before thursday since i can't see myself attempting a novel in a notebook and there's no privacy at the family computer (plus i'd have a place to manage my pictures). but i really don't have the money for that. i mean, i guess i could buy one, but then i'd be stuck in that basement indefinitely. on top of that, the only idea i have for a novel is to try to turn the last few years of my life into a story that someone who doesn't know me would want to read. through the course of writing it, if i changed some things, even better.
i guess there's a part of me that feels like if i can turn my failed new york experiment into something else (in this case, a bad novel), maybe it won't break my heart as consistently.
maybe i'd find some closure.
nice dream, dude.
i'm still having trouble focusing at work which means i spend way too much time on the internet. it's probably only a matter of time before i get caught and then fired for the second time since 2005. as part of my time-wasting routine, i check out usa today's "pop candy" blog. today there's a mention of a new trailer for an indie documentary called "my heart is an idiot" and when i read that title, my brain cries. if i had to summarize the last two years of my life, i know now that all i'd need is five words.
i don't feel comfortable watching the trailer because that'd make it too obvious that i'm misusing my time (hell, i write these posts in outlook before copying and pasting them into blogger to disguise what i'm doing). i throw my new favorite phrase into yahoo and start clicking on results. the movie actually doesn't sound as good as its title but damn, what a title. through the course of my phrase investigation, i see a mention of another movie called "four eyed monsters." i go back to yahoo and replace the nfp. this movie sounds quite intriguing and is apparently on youtube in its entirety. it's a true story about love. which reminds me...
national write a novel month starts on thursday and i've toyed with the idea of giving it a whirl. the goal is to write quantity (50,000 words over 30 days), not quality. i've thought about buying a laptop before thursday since i can't see myself attempting a novel in a notebook and there's no privacy at the family computer (plus i'd have a place to manage my pictures). but i really don't have the money for that. i mean, i guess i could buy one, but then i'd be stuck in that basement indefinitely. on top of that, the only idea i have for a novel is to try to turn the last few years of my life into a story that someone who doesn't know me would want to read. through the course of writing it, if i changed some things, even better.
i guess there's a part of me that feels like if i can turn my failed new york experiment into something else (in this case, a bad novel), maybe it won't break my heart as consistently.
maybe i'd find some closure.
nice dream, dude.
