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Monday, October 20, 2008 Bad Mood Dude

We’re closed for today. For starters.

I just got word that I didn’t get that job I was so amazingly suited for—they must be interviewing my doppelganger now—which surprised and disappointed me more than I thought it could. Also, the one paying gig I had left writing on another site… well, the contract was canceled this morning. And the project I’m working on now? The first two videos went smashingly well but had to be completely re-shot for technical reasons. So I piled two fab monologues into one, after hurriedly slapping myself together because—of course I was—I was outside washing the car and getting filthy when the message came.

At school pickup, one child rode his bike home, and the other begged to go to a friend’s house to do homework. As I started the car, I muttered, “Great, I haven’t seen my kids in five days and they want to be somewhere else.” A small voice from the back seat said, “At least you have me.” Whoops. “Yes, sweetie, it’s just us girls.”

To put the cherry on top, just now, to cheer myself up, I went to the garage to remove a bare light bulb and replace it with a funky little chandelier I’d been storing for just such an occasion and which might look nice in the garage now that it’s going to be office and play space. I undid all the wiring and screws, held the new fixture up to the circuit, and dropped it. The many chandelier bulbs (halogen, of course) shattered all over the floor and the arms of the chandelier crumpled. Right. *chuck to the curb*

I’m going to bed. Hon, there are steaks and pork chops in the fridge. I went to the store this morning. At least I got something right.

Thursday, October 16, 2008 Politics

I think I’m going to throw up my French Dip from Pluto’s. I’m so ashamed to be from Ohio. I never thought I’d say that. But this scares me.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008 Family

I’m here in the Marina District of San Francisco for four days attending a conference, a wedding, and a lecture series on Benjamin Franklin. Specifically, Conversational Media with John Battlelle, Phil’s co-worker’s nuptials, and a program my mom’s putting on for the nonprofit she directs. I wish I were joking.

The sad part of it all is that I am in the hotel room, in my pjs, and have been since this afternoon when I had to run out of the conference to produce a video segment for an upcoming project. Sort of reminds me of the time I took a day off from the foundation where I used to work so I could volunteer at a food bank, and overheard the director there freaking out about dwindling funds. It took me a while to realize that his next grant check was being delayed because I was out of the office. I stopped hauling frozen turkeys and went back to the office to cut him a check, feeling like an idiot. So, I’m sorry guys, for coming to learn how this whole social media thing works and how to understand media buys, and then ditching to put together something for an upcoming campaign.

The video is pretty funny, though. I was all harried and disheveled from rushing from the Presidio to my too-hot room, stripping to a tank top and boxers, and trying to talk over the construction going on right outside my window. Isn’t it October in SF? Why is it so freaking hot? And why haven’t I left my room to go to one of a million fab places to eat, just because I don’t have anyone to go with me? Loo-hoo-ser.

By the way, this could be why I am not getting back to anyone who’s emailed me. I’m totally crippled away from my home office. I’m sorry. And a dork.

Oh well, there’s a seafood place next door, and a sports bar across the street. A girl needs to eat. And then I’ll crack open the third season DVD set of Lost. I’m already so far ahead of Phil that I handed him Season Two before I left and told him to get cracking so we can talk about the show! How can you live with someone and not talk about Lost? It’s driving me up a wall. And everyone who will be at the wedding is all caught up through Season Four. It will be torture. We won’t even be able to make eye contact lest they let slip a spoiler.

Tuesday, October 14, 2008 Other people who write, Politics

You gotta love this guy. I’ve been doing this for six years, and in that time Matthew Baldwin, author of Defective Yeti, never changed his site design, never lost the funny, and I am always sucked in even though he doesn’t update all that often. I just stopped by and read the best line of the entire campaign, from his liveblogging notes on the October 7 presidential debate:

6:25: McCain gets a question from the Internet. This is the most email he’s ever received!

Once again, I predict that McCain’s secretary, should he become elected, will become the most powerful person in the world. The smart candidate will lose and then offer to answer the phones and man the computer.