Corner of Bourbon & Division

My recycling box is gone. Woe! Another thing I have to put on my to-do list. Poor recycling box, sacrificed to the gods of snow removal. It figures that something like this would happen just as I'm trying to be more environmentally responsible.

Had to get up stupidly early to move the car yesterday, only to have them *not* remove the snow. Got up stupidly early today for the same reason, but they appear to be following through on the snow removal thing now, which makes me feel better. I know they're overworked, but that doesn't make me any less tired for it.

At some point, when my energy comes back (hah!) I am going to start researching all my local government-type folk (municipal, provincial and federal) and start writing stern letters about environmentalism, social development, and all that sort of good stuff. I just have to figure out who to write to.

Just got happy election stuff in the mail. I am officially registered to vote in the upcoming provincial election. Too bad none of the candidates is one I feel comfortable voting for. Theoretically there's a green candidate in my riding, but he/she/it hasn't seen fit to even send out leaflets, so I have no idea who they are. Bah. I should go poke them, but I don't know when I'll have time to do that. Gotta make time, I suppose.

I have made cream of wheat this morning, and added apples and cinnamon. I think it ought to taste quite good. *tests* Yep. Excellent. Can't think why this didn't occur to me before.

I've noticed a trend among the more modern sci fi shows to have other humans as the worst kind of enemy. Been watching Battlestar Galactica right on the heels of Babylon 5, and thus can't help but see parallels between Clark and Cain. Part of me is glad that it's not just the aliens that are the bad guys (or the Cylons, who are alien by extension), and another part of me is thinking "Oh God, not again!" I think it's just because the kind of shows I watch tend to pose the larger questions, and so the same motifs return. I doubt very much that most of mainstream American television would make it very clear that torturing prisoners is a bad thing. I'm thinking, in this case, of 24, in which our heroes routinely turn to torture as a means of extracting information because they "don't have time for this."

I don't know where I'm going with that. I was just struck by it.

That's it for now, I think.

I am not allowed to borrow DVDs anymore. I obviously can't be trusted to show any self-restraint. I finally finished Season 3 of "Babylon 5" (and can I just say "AAAAAUGH!"), and then blazed through ALL of "Slings & Arrows." God, that show is funny, and it made me laugh out loud and cry and not want to stop watching.

*sigh*

Clearly, I can't be a responsible adult around good shows when they're not rationed out in weekly dosages by the television. But it was sooo good. I think I may spring for the DVD after all, and see if I can get my greedy little mitts on the second season. It was awesome.

Now I just have the rest of "Babylon 5" to watch (thank goodness there's too much of each season to watch in one sitting, otherwise I might accidentally end up doing that again), as well as the second season of Deadwood, which I should probably watch next. It'll put me back in a more Deadlands-ish headspace to write BTP too, or so I hope.

A warning for those of you who don't like NaNoWriMo: I'll be discussing it in this post, though on a level which I don't feel belongs in my writing LJ. Feel free to skip this entry as a result of that.


Okay, disclaimer over. I'm in the middle of a very, very serious quandary. I am currently at roughly 83,000 words. I could, theoretically, make it to 85K tonight, and that would put me in a strong position to reach 100K by the end of Thursday. I could then bask in my own awesomeness for quite a while, which is always a nice thing.

On the other hand, I'm tired. A bath sounds really nice right about now, and the last few episodes of Season 1 of Babylon 5 are calling to me.

I've made popcorn. The popcorn will be useful both for writing and for watching B5 (though not for the bath).

*sigh*

Ambition or comfort? You see my problem. Clearly one of those life-and-death situations.

I think I shall continue writing for now. I shall review my options at 8pm, and see if I'm in the middle of a gripping scene which won't leave me alone, or if I'm struggling with the story and the bath sounds even more tempting. One more hour of writing. That's not too bad.

I wonder if it's worth running out to the dep to get myself a fizzy drink with which to have some Amaretto. Or I could make sour mix. As I recall it's two parts water to one part sugar to one part lemon juice. I have all these things.

Hmm.