I haven't gotten much done today. I've more or less been doing nothing worth mentioning. I haven't been up to anything recently. I've just been staying at home not getting anything done.
But seriously, I haven't felt the urge to write much lately. Maybe because I've started rehearsals. I got the script yesterday, and I do have very few lines. Which is a shame. On the upside, I'll be playing the violin all throughout the 3rd Act. Haven't played in years. Crazy, man.
I didn't make it to the SGNY event on Friday, which is lame. On the other hand, the sore throat that I had Friday night blossomed into a fully-formed cold Saturday morning, so perhaps it's all for the best. If I miss the one in April, too, I'll suck so hard.
I've been doing reception at a new place. Thursday morning, when I was still coming to grips with the phone system, was one big heart attack. Fun mistakes I made:
1. Misdialling an extension and thereby transmitting our phone conversation over the PA system. Yeah, that was a hoot.
2. "Good Morning, ABC*."
"Yes, could you transfer me to Alfred Erico*?"
(looking up name) "I'm sorry, could you spell that last name for me?"
(pause)
(aghast) "He's the chairman."
(Apparently, the chairman's name is Al Frederico.)
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But it's real smooth now, so I have a lot of time to read books. Some I've read recently (thank you, NYPL!):
Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami - Well-written. Got very mysterious about halfway through, which was great, but it was never adequately explained.
Everyone in Silico by Jim Munroe - Very good, especially considering that I picked it up based on its nerdy cover art. Reminds me a lot of William Gibson.
The Hundred Brothers by Donald Antrim - Surreal, atmospheric, grimy. Low on plot, but very good.
Lost in the Funhouse (Not: Welcome to the Funhouse. Thanks, relethed.) by John Barth - Couldn't get through it. Just didn't grab me.
* - Names changed due to general paranoia.
But seriously, I haven't felt the urge to write much lately. Maybe because I've started rehearsals. I got the script yesterday, and I do have very few lines. Which is a shame. On the upside, I'll be playing the violin all throughout the 3rd Act. Haven't played in years. Crazy, man.
I didn't make it to the SGNY event on Friday, which is lame. On the other hand, the sore throat that I had Friday night blossomed into a fully-formed cold Saturday morning, so perhaps it's all for the best. If I miss the one in April, too, I'll suck so hard.
I've been doing reception at a new place. Thursday morning, when I was still coming to grips with the phone system, was one big heart attack. Fun mistakes I made:
1. Misdialling an extension and thereby transmitting our phone conversation over the PA system. Yeah, that was a hoot.
2. "Good Morning, ABC*."
"Yes, could you transfer me to Alfred Erico*?"
(looking up name) "I'm sorry, could you spell that last name for me?"
(pause)
(aghast) "He's the chairman."
(Apparently, the chairman's name is Al Frederico.)
☆
But it's real smooth now, so I have a lot of time to read books. Some I've read recently (thank you, NYPL!):
Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami - Well-written. Got very mysterious about halfway through, which was great, but it was never adequately explained.
Everyone in Silico by Jim Munroe - Very good, especially considering that I picked it up based on its nerdy cover art. Reminds me a lot of William Gibson.
The Hundred Brothers by Donald Antrim - Surreal, atmospheric, grimy. Low on plot, but very good.
Lost in the Funhouse (Not: Welcome to the Funhouse. Thanks, relethed.) by John Barth - Couldn't get through it. Just didn't grab me.
* - Names changed due to general paranoia.
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or you are offering your woman to me as a token of your neverending awe of my manliness
lost in the funhouse? don't you mean welcome to the funhouse?
okay, forgive me, i'm in a reasonably good mood tonight and being a bit of a hyper ass.