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having a gay old time ...
09/01/2007 = 09:22 AM

... Easy, people. I'm referencing The Flintstones, not homosexuality.

(Not That There's Anything Wrong With That.)

I have much brain confetti today, which has no business in my novel, so I have forced myself to take a break and drop it off in here before I fuck my plot utterly.

Have you seen the new Geico spots, featuring clips from The Flintstones?

Am I the only one who said, "Wait ... what happened to the other cavemen?"

My favorite (albeit REALLY unfortunately named) beer-hunter, Michael Jackson, has gone to that big brewery in the sky. Cheers, sir. You were a tiny island of blue-label Chimay in an ocean of Milwaukee's Best, and I salute you.

I saw Order of the Phoenix Thursday night. I had two Blingo tickets, or That Man of Mine would never have agreed to it.

I'd've liked it better if Sirius had taken his shirt off once before he snuffed it.

Oh, stop. I'm behind on the movie and the movie is behind on the book, not to mention two others.

If you didn't already know that Sirius not only rang down the curtain, he sort of fell into it, you need to come join us. Look. We have touch-tone telephones now. Beep.

Where was I?

Oh, yeah. Sirius without his shirt. Didn't happen. Pfft.

Other than that, all I can say is that Order of the Phoenix is my least-favorite of the books, and the movie could only be a step up, and it was. Emo-Harry built a bridge and got over his own self a lot quicker and it was a relief.

I am still on vacation and still writing up a storm. So far, I have not had to resort to playwright Prince Gomolvilas' writing advice of stabbing oneself in the hand with a thumbtack as punishment for not fulfilling a daily writing goal.

That actually reminded me of the magical quill Dolores Umbrage made Harry write lines with.

JK Rowling must've stolen the idea from him.

Hey, I linked to Prince Gomolvilas. Maybe this post title is more appropriate than I thought.

(Oh, what do you want; I've been sitting here dealing with characters I wouldn't like in real life since 5 am. This may be a job for pizza.)

Tags: writing

drinking: coffee
listening to: nothing
hoping for: some mindless television