in which the snow is reaching shit levels

[amand_r]

So the snow here is almost unbearable. As I type a bunch of men are using poles to remove the snow from the roof of my house, lest i find myself in the middle of a cave in.

I find myself moving sloth-like through the house. I don't want to clean, don't feel like writing, or watching television, all of which normally cheer me to some extent. The kidlet and I spent quite some time playing with playdoh before I realised that I'll have to pitch it all, as it has her sick germs all over it now, and that has to be an incubator for disease.

Am reading the first Dexter novel, and maybe it's because I already know the plot or something, but all I can think as I go through it is, "Jesus, is this clunky." I should put aside my expectations and just go with it. Or I can toss it for the next book. I'm thinking of reading one a week or something. Next on the list, unless I get waylaid by trying to finish the Laurell K Hamilton, is Eckhard Gerdes's Cistern Tawdry, mostly because I like to be reminded about form as function. At this point, I might be interested in the idea of fanfic collage work than actual straightforward writing.

I'm not even remotely as interesting as I used to be, so I suppose I should try to think of something witty to say. Uhm. For reasons that escape me, the paperclip from Microsoft Word won't leave me alone anymore. It used to pop up when I started what it thought was a letter, but now it pops up all the time with useless shit.

Me: (typing)
Paperclip: Hello! It looks like you're typing!
Me: (close)

Me: (typing)
Paperclip: Have you heard about fonts?
Me: (close)

Me: (typing)
Paperclip: You can cut and paste from Word into all kinds of places!
Me: (close)

Me: (typing "Torchwood")
Paperclip: That looks like a metasyntactic variable you're going for there!
Me: (close)

Me: (typing)
Paperclip: I'm lonely.
Me: (close)

Me: (typing)
Paperclip: LET ME LOVE YOU.
Me: (close)

I suppose I just have to go in and turn it off, but now it's become rather charming, like when you're in the middle of something and the same fucker comes up in IM all the time.

Imma get me some Chinese food today.