7/23/08

An article

This, from today's Washington Post. I had no idea. Really. I just assumed... younger, blonde, second wife, typical Washington hostess, you know...

No assumptions already! I'm a freaking writer, I should know that.

An amusing way to spend five minutes on the web



By way of this article in Slate, I give you the work of the St. Andrews University Face Transformer applet.
This would be a nice, normal (if you could see it you'd agree it was pretty) original photo passed through the (from left to right) (a) Botticelli, (b) Modigliani and (c) Masculiniser transformations. I think (cough) whoever this is makes a hot guy, though unsurprisingly, alarmingly like my brother...

7/19/08

An update

Still working on the new pilot project. Gassed the wasps (sorry, everyone, had to think of the USPS). Sucked into watching, and caring about, the Tour de France yet again. Still haven't forgiven this one, but I can't stop rooting for this one: four awesome sprint finishes with no one even close. Beautiful. He better not be cheating.

The sad part of rooting for anyone in cycling is that you're always waiting for the other shoe to drop. The only time you know for sure if your guy is really clean is when he's eventually proven NOT clean. Has it come to that? Hell, it passed that years ago.


I'm using this as a heart-break trial run for the Olympics next month. They are going to be UGLY.


But I will still watch: I love sports. Particularly team sports. I even co-founded a team in my competitve days. Go Empire Speed! 'Course, I always thought our tiny little sport was safe from cheating. I mean, how much money and glory is there in inline speedskating? I'm pretty sure the sum total of my winnings didn't come near the deductibles alone on my injuries. Apparently, I was wrong.


Sheesh.

7/14/08

An announcement

JAWBONE just made the quarter final list at the 2008 PAGE International Screenwriting Awards.

7/13/08

A picture from my garden



This isn't really of my garden, it's of my front door jamb - and of the young ladies who have established a new home therein.

I was out of town for a few weeks and this is what I found when I returned: a growing nest of paper wasps. There are actually three of them - queen number three is on the back side of the nest and not visible in this picture.

It has been over a week and I still can't bring myself to destroy the nest. Instead I duck past it coming and going several times a day. So far un-stung. I wiki'd the wasps and found out they weren't "aggressive" - unless they feel their nest is threatened. At what point will they decide a slamming door an inch from their nest is a threat?
There are still only three of them, but they are working hard, as you can see, to make more. At what point will my mail woman refuse to approach my door?

Soon, I think.

So why haven't I killed them? These are WASPS - practically in my house. I can gas 'em with a clear conscience.

I guess it's some kind of bizarre feminist thing where I think it's too cool that three sister queens cooperate to build a nest together. And it IS cool. Even everybody's favorite super-cool bees don't do that.

Though I should probably read the wiki a little further. I bet after the baby wasps start hatching, one of those queens is gonna EAT the other two...

Feminism be damned.

7/12/08

A comment, barely

I'm off and writing again. I was supposed to work on an old pilot rewrite but then I had this new idea and, well, it kinda took off... I'm still in the fun what-if stage, filling pages and pages with notes and beats and ideas. Which are coming together nicely if I say so myself. Ask me again in a week.

So there actually IS something new this week. Really new. Just not on this page. Unfortunately, the last thing I want to do when I am writing a lot is spend my free time hanging around the computer writing more.

7/5/08

A photo link

If Darth Vader got his stormtroopers from PIXAR, this might be what they'd look like.