Meanderings: July 9, 1999

Friday,
July 9, 1999

Have you ever had someone hang over your shoulder and ask rapid-fire questions while you've tried to do something complex? Have they ever invaded your personal space, grabbing at your mouse and tapping away on your keyboard? Have you ever wanted to turn around and just commit grievious bodily harm?

Then you know what my afternoon was like. How I managed to stop myself from starring in a tabloid headline ("BERSERK TECH WRITER GOES ON RAMPAGE -- VICTIM HAS HTML MANUAL WEDGED IN ANUS") is beyond me.

At least I have spaghetti and writing to look forward to tonight. I wanted to go see The Mummy, since it finally opened over here, but Lyndon has some sort of mystery bug and wants to stay in a dark, quiet corner and recuperate. I can't blame him, really -- I had it last week and it was well and truly enervating.

So I'm going to go home and whip up a batch of my sister's irresistable sauce, pour it on some gnocci, and work on a story that's been percolating in my head ever since I saw City of Angels. I had a neat concept and a theme, but didn't really know where to go with it until this afternoon, when I was browsing through Diana's journal and had an epiphany about the characters. After I slurp up dinner, I'm going to bash out "Daughters of Men" on the computer and see what happens.

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Re: City of Angels -- somewhat silly plot (towards the end, did anyone else think that Meg Ryan was obviously shooting for the Darwin Award?), but oh my stars and garters can Nicholas Cage act. He's a good guy, he's a bad guy, he's a wacko, he's a romantic lead, he's a schlep, he's an action hero -- the man is just all over the character spectrum. Mark my words, his Leaving Las Vegas Oscar will not be lonely for long.

All this, AND he gives the most arousing portrayal of physical pleasure it has ever been my privilege to witness on the screen. I get dizzy just looking at him. Woof.

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LATE BULLETIN -- FLETCHER DOES IMITATION OF TOMATO

I sometimes write these entries at work after hours, mainly because I have a nifty HTML authoring tool there and I can grab stuff quickly from the net. After writing the above, I thought it would be nice to illustrate what I was talking about, so I did a fast search on Maestro Cage. The picture to the right came from a very nice fan site which uses a much larger version as background. Since it was after hours on a Friday evening and anyone with the sense God gave trout was out enjoying the weather, I thought it would be okay to express my appreciation vocally ("Oh, mah God -- YEAH, baybeee!" springs to mind). Shows what I know -- there was an unexpected knock on my office door.

Oops.

It was a security guard -- he'd heard the hooting and came to investigate. After asking very politely to see my ID card, he grinned and said to have fun "med det pojke." Like I needed any encouragement.

However, I think I'll be expressing my appreciation a little more quietly from now on. . .

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