Wide Awake in America

Okay, that's a lie. I'm not at all wide awake, but 4 hours and some creative accounting later and my taxes are done. My mom will be so very relieved. I think it's causing her more stress than it was causing me, but then I was patently ignoring them, so the stress got saved up. I will say that TurboTax was a pricey godsend and that my consulting work netted little income but a buttload of deductions. Dude, I so should have counted my LJ expenses as a deduction, but well, that might have been pushing it just a little.

My dad googled my name and found my SMRT-TV article and sent me this e-mail (edited for readability because typing with one hand leads to creative spelling):
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rubberneck, driving down the hill from teaching, I was humming to myself, then up identifying the song, burst out laughing. John Lennon, huh? Because yeah, I'd had the same thought earlier, an off hand comment, Peace on Earth, Goodwill towards man. Then the look, the not a chance are we gonna do that to her:) Hee. Dude, I just so love you and am constantly astonished over the brain wave transmissions going on. More importnatly, I'm just so awed by that fabulous mind of yours, the connections and subtleties, the ease of your layering. I'll try to get the next part done before Friday.

Ms. crankygrrl, babe, where's your show and tell?

Working, working, working and it's okay, it's good in fact, but I'm out of time, I don't have breathing room, don't have a chance for creativity to foment, only time to push, to keep going, work in and out and through.

Waves to all of you and promises to learn how to better manage the time and the stress and rejoin the land of the people in my computer!

Oh, and jonquil was looking for Revenging Angel icons with cartoon Aeryn as cartoon Aeryn. Anyone have any offerings?

cretkid is making "I'm contemplating running a ficathon" noises. Go forth and encourage/harass her because her idea sounds like a lot of fun:)

21st Century Girl Geek

Hee. I'm in a cyber cafe across the street from the studio. I'm online with WiFi, doing copy for a website, listeing to my iPod as the gamers at the cafe's computers go on their merry way with their Next Generation headsets and their Warcraft and the hottie 19 year old boy with the multi-colored hair surfs the net and laughs at my frustration with the coffee.

I really am living in a William Gibson novel.

Now if only I hadn't spent all afternoon fighting with an HP Deskjet trying to get it to print the posters I'd made in InDesign, my technogeekery would reign supreme.