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Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?


Friday, September 19, 2003

The Pitch: It's like Immortal Beloved meets Glengarry Glen Ross!  

"Hey, fuck you, Shakespeare! These are shit leads!"

(Sorry, one of those rare times where my stupid-ass pitch made me think of a line from the resultant mix. I know it's just general brain exhaustion, but the idea of Ed Harris yelling this to Gary Oldman's Beethoven is making me laff...)

Uh, yeah. So I finished the newsletter. I don't know why I see the world in word counts but I do: 6,631 words, of which 5,010 of those are the new comics, and 1,621 is the latest Fanboy Rampage, which is probably my most humiliating one yet. Thanks to Edi for digging through old newsletters to find the column I was looking for--and no, I didn't make the jokes I thought I'd made in it, which either means I'm not going senile, or it really does mean I'm going senile because I now convince myself of things that happened when they didn't. Ahhh, old age, how I psychotically fear you...

And now that's out of the way, I have a whole two hours to frolic before going to work. And by "frolic," I mean "shower." I don't know why I decided not bathing was going to help with my deadline, but now it's over, I can get myself cleaned up. And I can also play some video games for a while, and start thinking about what I'm going to do for NaNo. I will always treasure NaNo for all it's given me--a wonderful girlfriend, a comical approximation of working writing habits--but I also value it because it starts the day after my birthday. Now, in September, instead of looking to my birthday and freaking out, I can look to NaNo and freak out instead. And I honestly can't tell you what an invaluable blessing that is for me.

So instead I'll go shower. Yaay!

posted by Jeff Lester | 11:16 AM |
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