Given to Fly

Sheesh.

It's amazing how time passes. On a Monday, you can't wait for Friday. On Sunday, you so desperately want Monday to wait a few days – even if you love your work, sometimes…you need that weekend. Refreshment for mind and body and soul.

Also, I get to sleep in, sometimes.

I've still had my head crammed in the server -…

The Crowing

Well well well.

Rida has ever-so-helpfully reminded me that I have this blog here. And that perhaps some of the, ah, less useful things that I insist on telling her about would perhaps be better served by typing up on Le Blogge, so that our adoring public might have an opportunity to be as bored and lost as she sometimes is.

I love her…

The Strike

I refer, of course, to the Writers Strike affecting TV and movies and award shows. (Me, I'm not on strike – non-Union, and, also, not my medium)

Personally I'm not terribly affected by the strike as I don't watch much TV – if it disrupts the Simpsons, I guess, it will rise to the level of my notice. I also see few movies a year, so…