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In the shadows of addiction
Apr. 3rd, 2006 11:48 amYou know, it's rather pitiful how much I fretted about my internet connection being up and down all weekend. I knew how bad it had gotten when I actually had the thought yesterday, "At least tomorrow I'll be at work and have a stable connection." And seeing as I live in a third world country, my phone lines won't be fixed until Friday.
"We're so busy because of the rain storms," the repair person said.
Wouldn't you say that a company had spent insufficient funds on infrastructure if every time it rains, massive numbers of phones go out? It never rains in California, as everyone knows. Maybe they were counting on that.
But I digress. This started out to be a positive post about all I accomplished between those times I was obsessively checking the lines for dial tone/connectivity:
➊ I actually got 1,000 words done (for a total of 1250) on a new short story, inspired by the OWW Ghost Challenge—although I doubt seriously I'll finish before the challenge is over. I have the novel to finish, after all, and that's taking up most of my writing time, but it was still fun to write something different. This one might have an actual shot at being a genuine short story, but...
➋ I only got one crit written and posted before the horrific events of no connectivity/OWW server crash.
➌ I updated the 2 page synopsis for Shivery Bones. It's amazing what a little distance will do. I hadn't looked at it for a while and I cut about two paragraphs worth of stuff.
➍ I played in the garden, unpacked more boxes, packed more boxes back up again for the garage sale we're having when the weather clears, did laundry—hardly stimulating but, I'm sure you'll agree, necessary.
➎ I cooked "carnitas" tacos on Saturday and chicken paprikash on Sunday. If I do say so myself, they were pretty good. I bought myself a new slow cooker because I found just the one I wanted on sale last week. A slow cooker?? you may ask yourself in horror. Well, sure. A girl never knows when she might get a hankerin' for cocktail weinies in bourbon barbecue sauce or Superbowl chili. Seriously, I cooked the paprikash in it, and plan to cook arroz con pollo or some Chinese pork next. This ain't your granny's slow cooker.
➏ Saturday morning, before the horrific internet boom and bust began, I introduced my roommate to the wonders of online shopping. I could tell by the gleam in her eye that I may have created a monster. I may have this as a mark against me in the Akashic records. God to Pam: "You got some 'splainin' to do."
"We're so busy because of the rain storms," the repair person said.
Wouldn't you say that a company had spent insufficient funds on infrastructure if every time it rains, massive numbers of phones go out? It never rains in California, as everyone knows. Maybe they were counting on that.
But I digress. This started out to be a positive post about all I accomplished between those times I was obsessively checking the lines for dial tone/connectivity:
➊ I actually got 1,000 words done (for a total of 1250) on a new short story, inspired by the OWW Ghost Challenge—although I doubt seriously I'll finish before the challenge is over. I have the novel to finish, after all, and that's taking up most of my writing time, but it was still fun to write something different. This one might have an actual shot at being a genuine short story, but...
➋ I only got one crit written and posted before the horrific events of no connectivity/OWW server crash.
➌ I updated the 2 page synopsis for Shivery Bones. It's amazing what a little distance will do. I hadn't looked at it for a while and I cut about two paragraphs worth of stuff.
➍ I played in the garden, unpacked more boxes, packed more boxes back up again for the garage sale we're having when the weather clears, did laundry—hardly stimulating but, I'm sure you'll agree, necessary.
➎ I cooked "carnitas" tacos on Saturday and chicken paprikash on Sunday. If I do say so myself, they were pretty good. I bought myself a new slow cooker because I found just the one I wanted on sale last week. A slow cooker?? you may ask yourself in horror. Well, sure. A girl never knows when she might get a hankerin' for cocktail weinies in bourbon barbecue sauce or Superbowl chili. Seriously, I cooked the paprikash in it, and plan to cook arroz con pollo or some Chinese pork next. This ain't your granny's slow cooker.
➏ Saturday morning, before the horrific internet boom and bust began, I introduced my roommate to the wonders of online shopping. I could tell by the gleam in her eye that I may have created a monster. I may have this as a mark against me in the Akashic records. God to Pam: "You got some 'splainin' to do."