Crapity Crap Writey Writey

Noam Chomsky, why on earth does your name keep coming to mind for this male character? (It's bad enough that the female's last name is Beckett... and, you know, since Chomsky is sort of an obvious name, right now the guy is Keates. Even though he doesn't want to be...) Also, I think I am one of the few people to ever mourn the fact that Eccleston and Tennant don't make good street names. Because that couldn've been... symbolic and thematic and stuff. What with, er, time and all... (I think it'd be beneficial right now if I stopped letting this thing be influenced by Manhattan Transfer. Though what that's causing in the style is really the least of my worries, considering what I wanted to name my streets after. Goshdarnit.)

Really, I have no idea how to follow that pirate story. Because my normal writing really doesn't have a unique voice. And what I sort of want to write requires footnotes... and I'm not sure if those will work properly in Open Office. Plus, you know, I've already turned in one rather experimental, obnoxious work. Maybe I should, like, not do that again. No need to press my luck.

Also, I am unusually jumpy tonight. jabberwockeyes walked in a bit ago and scared the freaking crap out of me... somehow. And that's not often an easy thing to do. Nor is it something I'd like to admit, being a ninja and all.

She also scared me with the words "Good morning."

What? I didn't hear the door open because I had my headphones on. And she drew it out so she sounded like a ghost!

Perhaps it'd be best for me to just go to sleep at this point. Before I actually go nuts.

Sigh

All right... I'm bored out of my mind. I can't come up with anything to write about, which will become a problem somewhere around midnight tonight... I'm tired of re-reading things right now. So, I guess today will be my official day of rest this weekend. I've got tomorrow to get things done, I guess. Unfortunately, it'll be just as uselessly hot as today's been. It just makes me want to nap.

So. Mulholland Drive. What on earth happened in that movie? I'd say I didn't "get it", but I'm not entirely convinced that there was, in fact, anything to get. I suppose there may have been, considering we had to watch it for film, but it was ambiguity week... perhaps the ambiguity's in whether it made any sense.

Anything at all interesting going on for anyone? Anyone have a story they can tell me? Real or fictional, I don't care, as long as it isn't meant to scar me too much. Or perhaps you could enlighten me about Mulholland Drive. My brain feels like it's about to ooze out my ears, and I don't know if it's from boredom or the heat. It's probably both.