You never know what you'll find on late-night CBC.

CBC has a show called ZeD, which they describe as peer to peer TV. Whatever you want to call it, it's good.

In the span of one short half-hour, I was introduced to the music of The Doves, and two wacky little short films. One was Talk to You Later. The other was Stalker Guilt Syndrome, which I think anyone who thinks too much can relate to.

I have a feeling this show will be costing me a great deal of sleep in the future.

Last night our friends invited F-No and I to go see Punch Drunk Love in a special preview. I was looking forward to seeing this movie when it comes out here.

It was really . . . weird. And cool. And weird. Can you tell it's a bit hard to articulate?

Here's some advice: if you're a big fan of Adam Sandler's movies such as Big Daddy, Billy Madison, or Happy Gilmore, and you don't have an open mind, save your money and see something else. This is not your usual Adam Sandler flick.

It was funny, intelligent and moving, and in none of the ways that you might expect. There's love, there's a harmonium, there's violence, there's pudding. All excellent reasons to see this movie. Can you tell I don't like to put spoilers in my comments?

Okay, if you really want to know what you're in for, watch the trailer.

The guestbook has been slapped together for now, so at least it doesn't look like the one page with an identity crisis.

No estimate on when I'll be satisfied with how it looks. Must sleep now.

Okay, we gots a stop-gap measure for comments, thanks to the kind folks at Enetation. This will give me time to digest the Moveable Type manual. Yay!

We here at Limeworld are sensitive to the special needs of the modern corporate lackey. That's why we've created Limegirl's Guide To Facial Expressions In The Workplace. Finding coworkers tough to read? Coworkers finding you tough to read? Just consult our simple guide!

 

 



it's so great you called this meeting

I find your ideas intriguing

that is a perspective I had not yet considered

my theory is that you like the sound of your own voice

I am sleeping with my eyes open, while conveying that your thoughts are both intriguing and valid

you are such a complete fuckwit, I can't believe they haven't fired you yet

I am both a team player and an independent thinker - pay me more money

notice how I am able to appear decisive without taking any stance at all

my answer is no, but I will humour you by appearing to give things serious thought

it's a shame I can't kill you and keep my job

I think that Preparation H skin cream is working, because you look like an asshole

true, but I'm not the one sleeping with my own boss

what do you mean you stashed your coke in the coffee whitener?

I'm not sure a presentation in blackface is going to get the kind of participation you're looking for

oh no, I'd definitely consider you more than just a colleague

~kicks self~

No more late nights, damnit! I've been yawning and almost nodding off all morning, and I can barely engage the grey lump I sometimes call my brain. God, I wish I'd done work on the weekend so I could be in bed right now. If that's even an option. Ha, only in my dreams.

Sleep deprivation as bad as alcohol impairment, study suggests


Only without the fun bits.

New Requirements for Student Doctors - Hospital Hours to Be Cut to 80 Hours Per Week


This is new? What, sleep-deprived, delirious doctors almost killing their patients through negligence wasn't a big enough clue before? No, how silly of me . . . doesn't everyone think clearly after working for 36 straight hours?

Ooh, it's that time of year again . . . time for NaNoWriMo!

I was half-hoping there was some kind of horrible mistake, and that the months had gotten mixed up, or maybe new ones added, but not so. Once again I get to stare down the Novel That Would Be, and ask myself if I'm really made of the right stuff. 50,000 words. Like 10,000 wouldn't be scary enough.

Last year's attempt died a sudden death, thanks to too many floppy disk transfers with too little attention to what I was doing. I'm strangely unmoved by that. As though I can happily squeeze out a few paragraphs or even pages of a story, but they are soon forgotten. Needless to say my writing folders are chock full of beginnings and no endings. Unless you count some of my school assignments or stories that finish in a page or two.

So I guess I'll do it, and come November 30th, I'll be back here proclaiming how I did not manage to conquer the Novel That Would Be, and maybe next year will be the year. ~shrug~

I guess there isn't much call for the NaNoWriMo rebellion then, is there?

~hug~

Oh Limeworld, I've missed you so. Between my new-ish job and my car-tinkering pseudo-job, we hardly have time to spend together anymore.

Hey, remember how we used to show each other links, and we'd laugh and laugh and laugh? Okay, maybe I would be the only one laughing, but that's okay. I know you were always laughing on the inside.

We should have some coffee, catch up . . . oh wait, you don't drink. Okay, you suck back a few volts and I'll enjoy a coffee. I'll introduce you to the iPAQ . . . I think you guys will like each other a lot.

Maybe later today?

I can't believe I'm writing a post on my PDA. That's so yuppie of me. Behold my yuppieness, and despair!