xerinmichellex: (Fright Night (2011) - Bloody Amy)
Obama Projected to Win 2nd Term: AP

Also, and this totally may be a local/network thing, but I'm slightly amused that both the local affiliate and national news teams sent two reporters, one a person of color (POC) and a woman of color, to cover the Obama Victory Rally, while they sent the white, male reporter to cover the Romney Victory Party Death Knell. (For the record, I was watching the coverage on NBC.) I just thought it was interesting. Though, if I was in charge, I would've sent the woman of color over to the Romney/Republican party, in the hope that it would be an Obama/Democratic victory, because I am not above rubbing a little salt into a misogynist wound. Not at all.

Oh, snap!

Sep. 6th, 2012 04:18 pm
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Drew Peterson found guilty in Savio murder

(I'm glad I don't have to make a joke about Illinois snatching Florida's wig.)

I don't have anything to add. I made my opinions clear earlier. One of the commentators summed it up succinctly (regarding this being a domestic violence case): "It's fitting that these two women--who had started as rivals--both of whom were terrorized by Peterson, had the final word on Peterson's fate...Stacy with her statements and Kathleen with her body."

I couldn't say it better myself.
xerinmichellex: (North & South - Girl/Grass)
Things I've Been Doing When I Should Be Writing:

1. Doing Logic Puzzles

For those that aren't cool and don't know what a logic puzzle is, they are the "box puzzles" where you have to match an attribute to a place/thing/person (usually) based on clues listed below. (Here: this probably explains it better than I could.) Back in grade school, these were my shit. (Also: word searches.) Screw board games (except for chess) and jigsaw puzzles, give me a logic puzzle any day. Sometimes I feel like I'm an elderly woman trapped in a 24-year-old's body, sitting at the kitchen table, doing my logic puzzles, while eating my dinner at 5 o'clock.

2. Marathoned Homeland

Thoughts on that to follow later. In a sentence: FNARR! I am going to die waiting for an episode on a week-to-week basis.

3. Following all the Goodreads/Authors Behaving Badly Drama

Every week (although now I think we're on a daily basis) there's something new and I just cannot look away. There's too many incidents to list, going all the way back to January and involving self-publishers and traditionally published authors alike. The big take away I'm getting from this: the safest thing for authors is to never, ever respond for a review. Even if the reviewer got something wrong, authors should not respond as the delicate string between the author and reviewer is stretched so tight. Just no.

(I've also gotten a not-too-favorable view of self-publishers...but I'm not going to stoke the flames of that fire.)

4. Watching the Drew Peterson Trial

We're on Day 20; the end is near. Given the evidence already presented, I believe he killed his ex-wife. (I strongly believe he killed his fourth wife, Stacy Peterson.) He's guilty of something, and I'm glad that I'm not on the jury because I'd convict him solely on that--and that his lawyers come off real slimy. I mean, come on, it's bright in the Mid-West but it isn't like the sun parked itself in the courthouse parking lot. Meanwhile the prosecution keeps getting censured by the judge. I want to shake them and say, "Stop it! You are going to lose this case for us!" I know it's a hard case to prosecute; but seriously, Prosecution, get your shit together. Anyway, I think--and I hate admitting this--it's highly unlikely the jury will convict him. And if he does get convicted, I wouldn't be surprised if the conviction gets overturned for some reason.

5. Research, Research, Research

I'm glad there is no internet police (yet) because I can only imagine the sort of trouble I'd get into when my internet history reads like Anarchy 101: "temperature to keep nitroglycerin" + "locks and lock picking" + "Haymarket Riot, Chicago" + "freight tunnels, Chicago". I've also got "Ada Lovelace" + "Analytical Engine" + "Edwardian fashion" inter-laced between my flirtations with anarchy, so maybe I'm okay. A couple days ago I got ridiculously excited that Google Maps can calculate how long a trip takes in walking time, driving time, and biking time. Currently, I'm living on the Chicago Historical Society's Encyclopedia of Chicago website.

There's a point, I believe, when researching starts hindering the writing aspect. Especially for someone like me who thinks they have to know everything because the fear of getting something wrong makes them break out into a sweat. Sometimes you just need to stop, close down Google, and actually get words down. I think I'm at this point. Which is where the title of this post comes in. All of these things have morphed from procrastination to avoidance. I'm purposefully finding any excuse that keeps me from the computer, from writing. I had this epiphany a couple days ago. Maybe recognizing my habits will help me focus and sit down and actually write. One can only hope.
xerinmichellex: (lillian gish2)
Confession Time: I love Caller ID. Love, love, love it! I'm notorious for not picking up the phone unless I recognize the number that's calling. Yes, I'm pretty much anti-social and socially awkward on the phone. (More than once, my mother's co-workers have commented on how I sound like a little girl on the phone. Thanks.)

It's phone calls like the one I transcribed below that make me not want to answer the phone. (I also always am the one who answers the phone and its charities asking for donations. I hate saying no, but I'm a broke artist over here! But then I feel bad for saying no and sink into a crappy mood for the rest of the day...)

*Note: I'm calling her a girl because she sounded like a young woman on the phone, around my age. Plus, the acronym that came out of using the word "girl" is pretty funny.

Girl on Other End: Hello, may I please speak to ______ Gomez?

Me: I'm sorry, but I think you have the wrong number.

GOOE: But this is the number _____ Gomez listed on his contact sheet. Has there ever been a _____ Gomez that lived with you?

Me: Nope.

GOOE: Have you recently gotten this number? [She meant our house number, and she kinda made it sound like I stole this from Señor Gomez. Like I attacked him and said, "No more phone number for you!" Also, maybe you dialed wrong...?]

Me: We have had this number for 19 years.

GOOE: ... Ooookaaaay. Can I have your name please? [This is where my paranoia/suspicion radar goes off. Nevertheless, I did give her my name--first name only] I'm just going to make a notation on my sheet.

Me: Okay. Bye.

GOOE: Bye.

Me: *hangs up phone*

Someone has been had by Señor Gomez.


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