Thursday, March 04, 2004 Fragments England in 24 days! Huzzah! I got two pieces of email on my return from the cafe. Both of them had "birthday" in the subject. Both of them were good news. Specifically -- I'm going to Coachella, and I get to see MOVIES on Saturday! MOVIES! Any idea how long it's been since I've seen MOVIES? In a theater? Answer: ages. As I attempted to procrastinate writing earlier this evening, I taught myself how to do iframes. It was fun. I may do more experimentation later. I like this design, but we can always do better. Paid for my tea tonight with silver dollars. It was almost like being in England. (I love pound coins, solid and heavy. I love putting two on a bar and getting a half pint of cider. So good.) I wrote nine pages in an hour and a half. Nine key pages. I am now a hop, skip, and twenty pages away from finishing this fucking screenplay. That's nine months of off-and-on work, peeps, but my joy is compromised by the knowledge that this'll be followed by what'll probably be a year of off-and-on revising. Because lord help me, it needs it. A happy note to close this off and send me towards bed - on Tuesday, I was putting my groceries in my car when an SUV pulled into the empty space next to me. It lingered for a few minutes, engine still running, and when I looked inside I saw the driver in silhouette, a cell phone clearly held to his ear, and his bored five-year-old daughter sitting in the backseat, waving at me. I waved back, then impulsively stuck my tongue out at her. She grinned and retaliated, and soon the conflict escalated to curling and twisting and eye-crossing. It's cool to meet someone with a tongue as limber as mine. I was still sticking my tongue out at her as I drove away, while she laughed and curled hers into knots. Her father talked on, ignoring us both. | permalink blog • archives • photos • about • contact This work is licensed under a Creative Commons License. All content © 2004.