December 8th, 2003
|09:57 am - "...sardines in her eyebrows, lobsters up and down her forehead..."|
I don't hate Christmas. No, really, I don't. There are some really nice things about this season which we wouldn't have if not for Christmas.
But the music, I'm sorry to say, has to go.
It's not all the music that needs to go. Just the stuff I'm listening to right now at work. It's this awful, saccharine choral stuff. I really don't mind the syrupy oboe renditions of Bring A Torch Jeannette, Isabella, and I like the synthesized versions of and God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen and We Three Kings, but hearing Santa, Baby eighteen times a day would make even Lawrence Welk retch (which is quite a feat these days).
So what's up wid' me? Not a lot. I'd made plans for Sunday, and they ended up getting cancelled, so I pretty much hung out at home all day and did a lot of nothing. Which was nice. I managed to sit through the entire first season of Red vs. Blue, which accounts for an hour or so of my day. I'm also reading David Kushner's Masters of Doom, which inspired me to commit more time than I'd like to admit to beating Commander Keen 4 and 5, which I haven't done without cheating since I was in high school.
For some reason I always read books like Masters of Doom around this time each year... It began when I was in eighth grade and I read Cliff Stoll's The Cuckoo's Egg. I can't remember the full list, but I recall having read The Hacker Crackdown by Bruce Sterling, In The Beginning Was The Command Line by Neal Stephenson, Electronic Life by Michael Crichton, Hackers by Steven Levy and The Official Book of Leisure Suit Larry by Al Lowe and Ralph Roberts (which is actually worth your time if you read books like this -- it's about 10% game strategy and 90% history (worthwhile history (no, I'm serious))). Anyway, it only occurred to me last year that I read a book like this every winter, and it happened accidentally (again) this year -- I picked up Masters of Doom and was on my way home with it when I realized that it's a computer history book, and this is December. I feel like I should be somewhat embarrassed. I'm not.
But that was Sunday. Let's backtrack even further to Saturday night. Rocky was a lot of fun. Several cast members were sick, but rather than cancelling the floorshow, they put on a very informal one. Costumes were not used (for the most part), Rocky was an audience member, and some of the roles were played by muliple people. It um, it actually looked a lot like a Decadence show, except that the blocking was correct and people actually talked to each other after the show... which, as always, was interesting. I'm not sure what the hell is wrong with me, either. We'll leave it at that.
Now skipping ahead to tonight... My cancelled plans for Sunday involved getting some writing done with Tom, but he ended up being asked to work, so getting together on Sunday became infeasible. We're getting together tonight, and with any luck it will be a productive evening. We're working on a screenplay called The Importance of Being Cthulhu, being "a story of a young Danish boy coming of age in feudal Japan" (per the Halibut Productions website). That title and summary, however, have nothing whatsoever to do with what we're actually working on. Anyway, given a good four hours (we'll get maybe two tonight) we'll finish a draft. And it'll rock.
Current Mood: satisfied
Current Music: awful Christmas muzak