(I've been up since 5:45 because I worked the opening shift at the Glenwood today, so I'm a little punchy, but this is still good news.)
Questionable Content (hereafter abbreviated as "the QC") is going to a 5 comics a week format! Woo!
And J. Jacques is going to try to make the comic his day job, which is badass. If I weren't freaking out about house money stuff, I would totally send him a donation. Or if I weren't freaking out about house money stuff and needed more t-shirts, I would totally buy one of his (except that I can't find the one about how "music + science = sexy"). But as it is I don't exactly feel like I have money to burn and I think Scary Go Round is next on my list of free comics I read online who need my money (they have shirts about monkeys!) Or maybe Bruno. Or Get Your War On, if I'm feeling political. (The "shalom" shirt is pretty great, even if it is unfortunately white.) I've already given Dorothy Gambrell of Cat and Girl and Keith Knight of The K Chronicles my money, albeit in exchange for a shirt and a book, but hey. I don't have much to give my favorite artists, but I do what I can. And if any of them read this, they're welcome to sleep on my couch any time they pass through Eugene, OR.
So. If you were in charge of the James Bond movies, and you knew Pierce Brosnan was retiring from the title role, which of the following actors would you choose to replace him?
- Ewan "Obi Wan" McGregor,
- Jude "Gigolo Joe/Sky Captain" Law,
Eric "The Hulk/Troy" Bana?
The idea of a John Constantine movie starring Keanu Reeves as the title character makes me grumpy in a very petty, childish way (although that's no doubt helped by the fact that I'm up way past my bedtime, and yes I know it's stupid early, but I digress). I mean, what the felch? Constantine's modeled after Sting, for chrissakes, the least they could do is have him played by a blond Brit, not a pan-Asian California boy! Grumpitty grump grump grump. I think I'll go drown my disgruntlement in dessert and then sleep. Argle-bargle!
If you haven't already, now is the time to listen to "Labor Day" by the Dead Milkmen ("fuckin' Jerry Lewis!" --- it's been in my head on and off all day), and peruse Merry Labor Day from Cat and Girl (which hopefully makes your Labor Day plans look good). If I can keep awake long enough, I'll try to read me some Howard Zinn appropriate to the occasion as well, but I'm tiiiiired after having worked all of Labor Day Weekend. The irony is oh so not lost on me. Sigh. At least we got to close the restaurant early today (though that doesn't affect me nearly as much as the people who got there later in the day and actually had their shifts cut short as a result).
Since coming home from work, I have taken a little nap, lounged around the house in my pajamas, talked to my parents on the phone (plans for birthday presents and travels to the east coast are in the works), and had huevos rancheros for dinner. Yum. I'm tired, but life is pretty good.
Well, that would be because last week's schedule change is really and truly permanent, even though my boss didn't bother to tell me and it didn't make it into paper form until the schedule for next week (I actually called in last night to double-check my schedule for today, and they told me I had work at 7, not 11... sigh.) On the upside, I now have his home phone number, and it only took me two harassing calls (with a nice, calming bike ride in between) to get a very contrite apology and a promise that I'm going to be working more soon (seeing as I'm now down to 13 hours a week, which is kinda pathetic really). Here's hoping for the best.
In the meantime, I feel like I should be writing more, sending out more query letters (blah blah blah), and thinking more long term plannish. There's a nagging voice in my head that says I should be thinking about grad school, but it usually gets drowned out by a rousing chorus of "Oh yeah? And in what field, huh?" But enough about that --- for now, anyway; I'm sure I'll get back to it the next time I'm feeling grumpy about work (update, 8:56: click on the link for related comic hilarity!) Time to drink me some chai; I'm sure it's been steeping for long enough by now (only 1/2 an hour!)
Ok, so right now I'm reading Pattern Recognition by William Gibson, and it's eating my brain. Considering that I've been up for an hour and a half, it's amazing I haven't read more yet today, but I've been being all communicative, writing email to beanworks, only to get distracted by IM with joyquality and siobhan1. Also I've been drinking tea (mmm, Earl Grey) and forgetting to have breakfast, but I'll fix that last problem soon, really I will. In fact...
Tracy wanders off to get herself a bowl of granola and yogurt
Ok, now that that's taken care of, where was I? Oh yes: reading. The last book I finished was springbok1's sister's first novel, Fires of the Faithful, which I enjoyed quite a bit, and I'm not just saying that because I know springbok1 will read this. Since National Novel Writing Month last year, I've been reluctant to say anything bad about other people's fiction, and especially first novels, because there's a voice in my head that says, "Oh yeah? Where's your book?" that shuts me up pretty right quick in the literary criticism department. Sigh. I really don't know if I'm ever going to finish The Witchworld, let alone how. Mostly I think the problem is I'm sick of my viewpoint character and kind of dread writing the chapters and scenes I haven't written yet from her perspective, but on the other hand I don't want to switch viewpoint characters too much because that's a recipe for disaster (and I've got enough problems with characters knowing things they shouldn't as it is). So I'm not sure what to do. Also there's a few characters I really don't know well enough to write more about them, and blah blah blah...
But speaking of fantasies with strong female characters and other worlds where imagination reigns supreme, I got Alan Moore's Promethea out of the library a while back and I've been rereading it every few days ever since. I love it. In case it wasn't clear from the first sentence of this paragraph, this comic panders to me in every way, and I love it. (It also makes me a little embarrassed that I tried to write a novel pandering to myself when surprise! Alan freaking Moore already did it, and he's ever so much more the master of story... on the one hand it makes me wonder why I even try, and on the other hand it makes me feel like hey, my story idea must be pretty okay, even if I centered it around a setting rather than a whole host of interesting characters that give everything layers and depth and whatnot...) Anyway, I recommend Promethea a lot. (I also liked that pants_of_doom mentioned her in one of her "5 question interview" entries.)
Ok, time to read now. I have a student at 3:30, and I don't think I can finish Pattern Recognition by then, but we'll see.
Thanks to Sunday's Get Fuzzy strip, my LiveJournal friends page now has a title: "Bucky's House for Wayward Monkeys". Just thought y'all might like to know.
I have to be at work in 2 hours. Part of my brain says "That's so weird!" but other parts of my brain say, "About damn time." I think the "About damn time" faction is in the majority, but I'm not sure.
Ok, I think I can get a few errands in before work, so off to do that, I guess. Maybe I'll call some potential rentals or something.