When last I wrote I was on the verge of getting my stagnant ass in gear … And then I got sick. Very badly sick. Not quite SARS, on-the-way-to-the-ER sick, but still pretty frickin’ ill. I don’t know what happens when any of you get sick, but for me, it’s a whole lot of wasted time sleeping or droning mindlessly in front of the telly. Anyone who knows me knows I hate wasting my time, I hate being idle, and I hate being sick. I especially hated being sick this time around because I had been doing a good job of getting back into the swing of things in a writerly way (and yes, I’m aware that writerly isn’t a word) when the Virus Fairy decided to pay a visit.
Regardless, this all probably came about because of my habit of burning ye old candle at both ends. I’d burn it at more ends than that if it were possible, and I suppose two ends is enough to make one suitably sick after enough time has passed. Anyway, I’ve learned the error of my ways and I’m going to try to sleep more, eat better, and be a better agnostic (ha-ha).
So what’s been going on with me lately? Well, I caught the Buffy finale (good stuff), Angel was renewed (very good stuff), and I’ve managed to avoid CNN for about three weeks now (extremely very good stuff). Sitting on my ass has not come without its repercussions. I am now without any Buffy DVDs to watch, having watched all three seasons while I’ve been sick. Season Four doesn’t come out for a few weeks, and I figure I’ll have to space those ones out since Season Five doesn’t even have a release date yet. Also, I’m now hooked on two television programs: "Medical Detectives" on TLC and "American Justice" on A&E. My sister and I have always been into true crime, probably because our father was an RCMP constable for about thirty years … or maybe just because we like the freaky stuff, as that fellow in Videodrome said. Ahh, Ian Rogers, scourge of Ufology, would-be Stephen King successor, and master of the obscure movie quote. You know I must be popular with ladies, eh? Did I mention I’m growing a beard?
I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately, as well — it doth sooth the sickly writer. Linda Scott, Diane Renay (the arch-enemy of Lesley Gore), Louis Armstrong, and Juno Reactor. An interesting mix, sure to color my stories in some very strange and unexpected ways. If you’re interested in checking any of this stuff out, I would recommend “Kiss Me Sailor,” “The Company You Keep,” and “Everybody Loves Saturday Night” by Diane Renay; “A Thousand Stars,” “Never in a Million Years,” and “Starlight, Starbright” by Linda Scott; and anything by Louis Armstrong.
I’ve managed to see The Matrix Reloaded a couple of times. Neo sure looked slick in that cassock-trenchcoat outfit. Maybe someone nice will help me make one for Toronto Trek. I’m toying with writing a review of the movie, "Reloaded Reviewed" or something to that effect, but I’m not sure if I should considering all the other people who have already done so. What does one more review really matter? Meh. Maybe I will, maybe I won’t. Maybe I’ll just post it here. Time (and temperature) will tell.
It’s raining crazy outside. We’re supposed to get thirty-five millimeters or more. I’m on the fifth floor. If the water level hits the third, I’ll start building an ark.
Typhoid Ian