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dolariI've now calculated that between the showings on USA, NBC, A&E, TNT and CPO Sharkey, Law & Order gets ared 7 thousand times a day. Somewhere at any time, on any given location in the Universe, Law & Order is being shown. There is a planet in the Gortonic Galaxy of Dreezmore, two blocks down from Planet Farzelmeer, whose entire culture revolves around Jill Hennessey. There are tribes in Africa whose only contact with the western world is Law & Order.
And it's a pretty decent show. :)
Today, on the heels of telling some complete strangers about the Polychronicon Episode 1, I spent most of the day writing the first twenty eight scenes for Episode 2. I have an eversion to eating scenes. I don't like them. I don't understand why, but eating scenes disturb me...and have since I was a child. I remember going through my sister's Barbie coloring books, and seeing a shot of Barbie and Ken eating soup. Something about the scene set me off, and I cried for days. I almost stopped watching one of the few shows I'd NEVER miss because it had lots of eating scenes in it, always making the pit of my stomach feel wierd.
For the longest time, the only eating scene in my stories was in Closetspace. Basically, it's Carrie's birthday, and lots of events are going on around her to the people she loves. Events much more important than her birthday. She has a piece of cake alone on her table, and cries. It was so important to the story, that it had to stay in. So I said, this is it - the only one I'm ever gonna do.
Lo and behold, today I'm writing my story, and one of the characters comes in with a plate of food. Food that should probably not be eaten. I was horrified...but the characters involved both told me that this was important...it was necessary to the story. And they were right - it's the only way I could get a certain event to logically happen. And I was really hesitant to write the scene. The character even has my same hesitation. She's hungry, but doesn't want to eat. She knows it's dangerous, but she's hungry.
All three of us came to a compromise. She sits at the table, cautiously, with her back to a wall, and then sips her drink. We cut away at that point.
I don't know why, but eating scenes bug me. What do you, the viewer at home, think?
The well dried up shortly after that, and since my blisters from days ago finally healed up, I went out for my 15 minute walk. I live on a wonderful street in Austin. I will miss it when I'm gone. 37th Street in Austin is a cool cool street. While I live in an apartment on 37th, the houses on the street all date to the early 1900s. Most are about a hundred years old. Lots of character in the houses, and in the people who live there. But every holiday season from about Thanksgiving to Valentines Day, the lights come on. The whole street is wired with scristmas lights, houses become volcanoes, others turn their hedges into cars. The whole street becomes one giant christmas extravaganza complete with disco ball.
Walking by these houses, I get hit with my nesting instinct again. I want a house. With Deener, we both could afford one, and were considering renting one, at the very least. Erin didn't help much by not only buying a beautifully wonderful huge house, but sticking it in the middle of 6 acres of woods.
Six acres of woods....::drool:: There's a reason Erin calls me a woodsprite. :)
I have some property in Center Point, Texas, and I've always wanted to build a house out there. I want a house.
Now that I'm alone, though, I doubt I'd be able to afford one, even a small one. At least for a VERY VERY VERY long time. My parents are already hammering that one into me. "You father had a house by the time he was 26!" " You're almost 29, you know we both owned our house by 29."
Meh.
I came back and worked on the webpage a bit. I added soe of Dov's versions of my characters onto the Closetspace pages. And as a lark, I grabbed some of my old "A Different Perspective" strips. I haven't seen these things since 1993, when I first drew them. Oh, the memories of 1993. The year I got internet access, the year I began a bunch of stuff. Wow. The person I am stems from 1993.
However, in the middle of scanning part two, my harddrive went all wonky. It's slowly dying, I definately think it is. Hopefully it'll survive long enough for me to get a new job and buy a better one.
And then, if simply JUST to tempt me, a friend of mine told me that the French episodes of Les Mondes Engloutis are available on DVD. Sure, they're in French, but it's SPARTACUS AND THE SUN BENEATH THE SEA GOSHDARNIT! AND IT'S $4!!!!
FOUR DOLLARS!
I have about $.06 to my name. :)
Oh, fate, you are unkind. ;)
UPDATE
My eating diversion has something to do with the creepy ending to 2001. Something about watching this old man eat so very slowly, the shatter a goblet. That same goblet appeared in my head when writing that scene.
Thank you, Stanley Kubrick, for warping my fragile little mind.
UPDATE #2
A few days ago I took a little online survey where all my answers had to be in song lyrics. It's true...Early morning BLues and Greens DOES sum up my Fridays. Actually, it sums up most of my days in the past few months:
Early Morning Blues and Greens
By Diane Hilderbrand and Jack Keller
A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms ny face
I'm diappointed in the taste.
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.
I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it's died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight.
And it's a pretty decent show. :)
Today, on the heels of telling some complete strangers about the Polychronicon Episode 1, I spent most of the day writing the first twenty eight scenes for Episode 2. I have an eversion to eating scenes. I don't like them. I don't understand why, but eating scenes disturb me...and have since I was a child. I remember going through my sister's Barbie coloring books, and seeing a shot of Barbie and Ken eating soup. Something about the scene set me off, and I cried for days. I almost stopped watching one of the few shows I'd NEVER miss because it had lots of eating scenes in it, always making the pit of my stomach feel wierd.
For the longest time, the only eating scene in my stories was in Closetspace. Basically, it's Carrie's birthday, and lots of events are going on around her to the people she loves. Events much more important than her birthday. She has a piece of cake alone on her table, and cries. It was so important to the story, that it had to stay in. So I said, this is it - the only one I'm ever gonna do.
Lo and behold, today I'm writing my story, and one of the characters comes in with a plate of food. Food that should probably not be eaten. I was horrified...but the characters involved both told me that this was important...it was necessary to the story. And they were right - it's the only way I could get a certain event to logically happen. And I was really hesitant to write the scene. The character even has my same hesitation. She's hungry, but doesn't want to eat. She knows it's dangerous, but she's hungry.
All three of us came to a compromise. She sits at the table, cautiously, with her back to a wall, and then sips her drink. We cut away at that point.
I don't know why, but eating scenes bug me. What do you, the viewer at home, think?
The well dried up shortly after that, and since my blisters from days ago finally healed up, I went out for my 15 minute walk. I live on a wonderful street in Austin. I will miss it when I'm gone. 37th Street in Austin is a cool cool street. While I live in an apartment on 37th, the houses on the street all date to the early 1900s. Most are about a hundred years old. Lots of character in the houses, and in the people who live there. But every holiday season from about Thanksgiving to Valentines Day, the lights come on. The whole street is wired with scristmas lights, houses become volcanoes, others turn their hedges into cars. The whole street becomes one giant christmas extravaganza complete with disco ball.
Walking by these houses, I get hit with my nesting instinct again. I want a house. With Deener, we both could afford one, and were considering renting one, at the very least. Erin didn't help much by not only buying a beautifully wonderful huge house, but sticking it in the middle of 6 acres of woods.
Six acres of woods....::drool:: There's a reason Erin calls me a woodsprite. :)
I have some property in Center Point, Texas, and I've always wanted to build a house out there. I want a house.
Now that I'm alone, though, I doubt I'd be able to afford one, even a small one. At least for a VERY VERY VERY long time. My parents are already hammering that one into me. "You father had a house by the time he was 26!" " You're almost 29, you know we both owned our house by 29."
Meh.
I came back and worked on the webpage a bit. I added soe of Dov's versions of my characters onto the Closetspace pages. And as a lark, I grabbed some of my old "A Different Perspective" strips. I haven't seen these things since 1993, when I first drew them. Oh, the memories of 1993. The year I got internet access, the year I began a bunch of stuff. Wow. The person I am stems from 1993.
However, in the middle of scanning part two, my harddrive went all wonky. It's slowly dying, I definately think it is. Hopefully it'll survive long enough for me to get a new job and buy a better one.
And then, if simply JUST to tempt me, a friend of mine told me that the French episodes of Les Mondes Engloutis are available on DVD. Sure, they're in French, but it's SPARTACUS AND THE SUN BENEATH THE SEA GOSHDARNIT! AND IT'S $4!!!!
FOUR DOLLARS!
I have about $.06 to my name. :)
Oh, fate, you are unkind. ;)
UPDATE
My eating diversion has something to do with the creepy ending to 2001. Something about watching this old man eat so very slowly, the shatter a goblet. That same goblet appeared in my head when writing that scene.
Thank you, Stanley Kubrick, for warping my fragile little mind.
UPDATE #2
A few days ago I took a little online survey where all my answers had to be in song lyrics. It's true...Early morning BLues and Greens DOES sum up my Fridays. Actually, it sums up most of my days in the past few months:
Early Morning Blues and Greens
By Diane Hilderbrand and Jack Keller
A distant night bird mocks the sun.
I wake as I have always done,
To freshly scented sycamore
And cold bare feet on hardwood floor.
My steaming coffee warms ny face
I'm diappointed in the taste.
But there's a peace the early brings
The morning world of growing things.
I feel the moments hurry on
It was today, it's died away,
And now it is forever gone.
And I will drink my coffee slow
And I will watch my shadow grow
And disappear in firelight
And sleep alone again tonight.
