And, suddenly, rain. Big, solid rain. The kind of rain you rarely see in movies, so I’m always shocked when I see it: neither the drizzle of film noir, nor the sheets of water in disaster movies. This is the rain of, say, Jurassic Park. A dependable,
As I left for work this morning, I noticed my umbrella sitting in the foyer, and thought to myself, “There probably won’t be any rain. And if there is, it’ll only be a drizzle.” Should have paid attention to that little nag in the back of my mind. Usually helps.
I’m fresh back from a
It’s a brain fog day—I can think, and I can plan, but I’m working at about 80%. Much like the weather: warm but unremarkable. There’s no sky; above the horizon is nothing but a pearly, milky void. There’s an occasional halfhearted sprinkle of rain. The whole world shrugs its shoulders and says, “Meh.”
Spent last night on final preparations for Matrix Experiments Lain‘s premiere at Otakon. The company is working hard to finish it up in time for the unexpected deadline next week. Looks like we’ll make it without too much stress or strain, actually.
And that’s good, because I hate stressing over deadlines. In fact, if I could, I’d ban deadlines from Otherspace. (It’s an impressively negative term, too, suggesting both death and the thin line of a garrote.) I’ve been trying hard to, but sometimes there are external pressures. At least we have the freedom to choose: Sometimes we work towards the deadline, and sometimes we reject it.
Watched a few more episodes of Gundam Seed Destiny last night, and my goodness is this a fun series. It still feels a bit like fanfiction (The protagonist returns with his Gundam! The venerable ship from the last series takes off! The girl is rescued!), but it’s enjoyable,
Grrr. I wrote a nice post on Tuesday, but forgot to post it. So it’s posted now.
Much to write about, really: anime watched, books read, stories being written. But it’s 1:55 a.m., and I’ve been chronically late to work all week, so I’m going to post this, then climb into bed, and stare at the ceiling for the next half an hour or so.
Sometimes, being a night owl really sucks.
(Okay, most times.)