Bring It On ... Uh, Later!
I'm thinking about the other stories, three in particularly. What is interesting about this for me is the one I just started is a novel format. I'm still more focused on scripts overall. I've noticed my writing has changed the last several years. I think the same is true for a non-script format. My narrative is more action driven and tighter. When I use imagery, which I like doing, I pick one image which will convey what I am looking for and move forward. More confidence I suppose, in both myself and the reader. I like to think it is better writing, and if my nephews want to read it and don't think it sucks that will be pretty telling.
All said and done, I had a languorous weekend. A few small errands, and relaxing. I still got some work done, mowing the lawn and making some inroads on cleaning up inside the house. I didn't burn myself out, so the ball keeps rolling. It is getting continually easier to throw things out, and I'm contemplating renting a dumpster before the nice weather is over. Especially if I can include (mildly) hazardous waste. There's old gas driven garden equipment and electronics I'd love to get rid of. It really is getting a little ridiculous. I used to have 4 different recycle bins, now I'm down to two (which is a bit of improvement), one for lawn and garden waste, the other for plastics, papers, and metals. Being able to simply toss everything to go in a single bin would be great.
I've no sympathy for our waste management company. They're subsidized crooks. When someone set up a small collection service for construction sites they had their pawns in the county prosecutors office make up some bizarre charges to shut down the service to enforce their monopoly in an area which wasn't covered in the contract. Waste Management weren't even losing the business entirely, as the service still had to bring it to the transfer station, but they made it easier (and cheaper) for the customer by handling the bins and pickup. So, if they can't compete in the marketplace, hire a prosecutor -- the republican way I suppose. (Yes, it was that blatant.) Meanwhile, this untouchable monopoly has hugely expensive ads. If you don't believe it watch a Mariners home game for ten minutes. What the fuck are they advertising for? It's not like we could choose a (non-mob) competitor. GRR.
Back to the languorous weekend. I didn't get a lot done, but enough that I noticed. My goal is to be able to host a group for an evening in a month, without having to move stuff around. I want the area already clean, with so I'm not simply moving clutter around. No more shoving stuff to Peter to clean Paul. You know what, I'm finding that by taking small steps I get impatient and exceed the modest quotas I set for myself. A better approach than the frenzies which burn out the cleaning module buried somewhere deep in my psyche.
Saturday Beth and I saw King Of Kong. It's billed as a documentary, and terrifically fun to watch. They play a little fast and loose with facts, and give it a bit of a reality show overtone, and in the end it's just a flat out fun and funny story. There's a debate raging in the antique video community. To them, I'd say if it bothers you so deeply you may need to get out a little more. I didn't think it was completely accurate when I watched it, nor did I care. It was simply great fun and I hope it brings in some awards. A fun story, instead of a boatload of cgi special effects which are looking progressively cheesier as our eyes learn the tricks. You know what would be hysterical? Interviewing people who have these deep feelings about the inaccuracies of this movie. The movie itself was fun because of the video game quest, and most of the humor was derived from people taking the quest too seriously.
This coming weekend I want to get more done on the house. Also, get my motorcycle running. I bought I new ignition switch, and all I need do (I hope) is install it. I'm friends with the mechanic, and he told me the trick I'll need to get out the old switch with it's breakaway screws, and gave me the extra hardware (machine screws) I'll need to install the new one. He's a nice fellow, and like me probably values courtesy above demands in business dealings. Also, I need to patch the roof. During last Winter's storm a falling branch jabbed a hole through the shingles. Luckily there was enough fir and hemlock needles that the water didn't get in the house. Now that I've cleaned those off and found the damage, I'll need to fix the hole which would have likely caused me problems this year. Somehow I don't think that was covered by the warranty. An easy fix now that I've figured out I can be comfortable on my roof. It's not too steep a slope, so my fear of heights doesn't click in too badly.
Kind of meaningless stuff here. And I don't care. No apologies from me. (Neener, neener, neener.) I'm actually rather pleased. It's fun to be running around doing cool stuff (even if you don't think it's cool, you damn Philistine). Still, a little down time is a blessing. Of course I timed it with one of the few surges at work, and didn't get to all the loafing and house work like I'd wanted, until finally after two months I'm getting around to... Nothing. So, I hope for some more weeks of inanity. Ennui. Boredom. Yeah baby!