Am I blogging...or am I pitching my existence?
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Thursday, February 19, 2004 The Pitch: It's like Clockstoppers meets Runaway Train! It's newsletter time. Seems like every month I (along with my ol' buddy Bad Scheduling) come up with another reason to try and get the newsletter done in even less time. In the past, I've tried to write the new comics on one day and the Fanboy Rampage on the next. But I dawdled away most of the day yesterday (and found myself at the mercy last night of installing the new Norton Systemworks on my kludgy, mangled system--and which installation I gave up on at about midnight rather than continue to work through it).So as Edi headed out the door this morning, I realized I was going to have to be strong and focused. I felt confident as I had spent about an hour and a half lying in bed going over the framework of the Fanboy Rampage--something that always makes the writing go much faster. Five minutes after Edi left the apartment, she came back looking worried. "The maintenance guys decided that our bathroom window doesn't fit with the rest of the redesign they're doing in the back of the apartment." I was completely baffled. The maintenance guys have been in the process of ripping out our back storage room, and pulling the back wall off the apartment building generally, after their year-long odyssey to replace the back stairs uncovered dry rot. "The bathroom window?" "Yes," Edi said. "You know, the bathroom window they replaced nine months ago? Now they're saying they need to get into the bathroom today and take it out." "But...but..." As I said, today was my day to be focused and strong. Edi went off to work and I took an empty box and filled it with all the stuff from our shower and bathroom. Then I put on pants. Then I started to make breakfast (and run Norton Systemworks) when there was a knock from the storage room door. I opened it and a cheery construction worker stood there. "Hey," he said. "I've got to get into your bathroom." And there he's been for the last twenty minutes, hammering on sledges and pounding out boards. I'm in the bedroom with the door closed, writing on the laptop. I think if I start in on it now, I can still get through the Fanboy in pretty good time. But you know what? I've got to use the bathroom. And the more I know I can't, the worse it seems I have to go. Now it's like something feral is clawing in my guts. There goes the industrial strength drill in the bathroom, vibrating the length of the walls, across the floor and through my bowels. I have a sneaking suspicion I'm going to be writing the newsletter from the cafe across the street. I may even end up writing from the bathroom of the cafe across the street. Pray for me. posted by Jeff Lester | 10:21 AM | |
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