No longer in a holidaze

Yesterday was a made up holiday for my office (to be followed by an equally made up holiday on Friday and then a real holiday on Monday:)

So, consulting work is begun. Panic has yet to set in, but it will. Oh it will. I'm not terribly worried about the writing/editing part of the work, but organizing the printing, coordinating the design aspect. Well, I'm completely unqualified to do that. Sigh. It'll work out, I know it will, and it will mean that I'll have to learn a few programs - like Quark and Photoshop - that I should know anyway, but I'm getting that sick, fluttery feeling that I know means I have to just pretend it'll all be fine and go from there.

The show from hell is over, and no one was mangled by the giant gold wings. Yeah!! I'm going to be teaching a few privates as well, so that's kind of fun:) I just have to convince A. to give me the studio space and not be annoyed that they're her students:)

Saw Heroand Suspect Zero this weekend (which sounds like a song title, doesn't it?). Hero was phenomenally beautiful, rich and lush and glorious and almost completely plot free:) Themed, but not so much with the plot. But damn it looked good. And Suspect Zero, well, it was so well done, very X-Fileish (in fact the first movie like this to capture the eeriness, the haunted lost desperation that X-Files did so well, with a different color palate, and characters that you empathized with, who were still strong and capable and transcended their cliches). Ben Kingsley rocked, and I do believe I've finally forgiven Aaron Eckhart for his attachment to Neil Labute.

And most importantly, the phone should be on by the time I get home tonight!! I'm doing my dance of joy, and not killing M. He also got the landlord to come fix his shower (which resulted in us having no hot water anywhere, but that's the moron's fault, not M.'s. I swear to god that every time our landlord "fixes" something, he makes it worse. We have no water pressure with the hot water and the hot water heater is now leaking). I told M. that if he did the dishes, it'd be his most productive week ever. Why yes, the snark is in full force and I'm tired of the great dish boycott.

My summer is so close to done, and I'm trying to relish it. I'm flying through the Stephanie Plum novels, giggling my way through actually, went to the Lush shop on the promenade and bought lovely bath things, was so very, very good and did not buy the green and brown sweater at Anthropologie that was calling my name, and am starting to find the boy more interesting. He suggested Ethiopian food on Sunday, even though he'd never had it, and tried all of the vegetarian stuff without making a face. He also did not make fun of my accounting world in which me not buying the sweater actually becomes money to spend.

Now, if I can just kick my ass back into writing mode, all will be right with the world.

Oh, and if by any chance, there are those of you out there who have not gone to read the farscapefriday challenges yet, do yourselves a favor - even if it ain't your fandom - and go check them out. I love them all, but I'd have to say that so far, kixxa, elishavah and rubberneck have done gleefully fun work, and well, everyone has, so go, read, reply.

Fall's coming

There are things I miss about being in school (and by school, I mean college), many things, among them:

- Getting new books, despite the expense, the sense of not being able to eat for most of September, all of those new books (especially for those of us who were in the literature/Classics/History/Anthropology fields). So many of them, all just waiting to be opened and poured through and occasionally launched against the wall.

-New teachers and new professors, that first impression of the person who's going to guide you through the year, the class, the subject matter, and the later re-evaluation of how the perception shifted as time went on.

- Sitting in class as summer dies, as the light comes in through the open windows, easing into the practiced routine while your skin still blushes from the sun and you're eyes readjust from summer employment back into the flourescence of the classroom.

- Having the time ahead of you, anticipating everything that you're going to learn and studying and just know.

- Finishing classes any time during that first week, sitting on the lawn with the people you missed over the summer, comparing notes, gossiping, catching up.

- The light and color, the way it shifts to acknowledge all of these people, all of these ages back in the classroom.

- The way fall smells (elishavah mentioned this, which got me on this topic). The crisp change, the way cold coming on smells clean, defines crisp, the way the leaves edge and turn and hint.

- New clothes, wearing something that's just too warm for the day, but it feels so right to wear it because twelve years of new clothes on the first day of school have trained you to stick to the tradition.

- (Applicable only to Minnesotans). Summit Pale Ale on an Indian Summer day, and knowing that Winter Brew isn't too far in the future.

- Dunn Brother's coffee on a tiny, rickety table with my books spread out, watching the world go by, and pretending to work.

Moral, or really, Financial Dilemma

It would be wrong to apply for the Apple Credit Card in order to buy the G4 iBook.


Wouldn't it?