Babbling Point

I'm online again!!!

Ahhh...

I really need an internet connection at home.
I really need a new and faster computer... and maybe a DSL connection.

What I really need to do is focus on B72.
Went to PWU last Friday and distributed flyers. If at least ten of those kids would buy the book, then the trip would have been worth it.
There's a PWU local band called Planet Mimic. I predict that they will be the next big thing... or at least, of the next big thingees.

Anyway, since I was restless last night and couldn't get online I started reading SMOKE AND MIRRORS again.
Don't know why. Maybe it was because it was the book on the top of my pile of books.

Re-read that Hollywood story, about the writer who goes to L.A. and goes through the torture of having to rewrite his besting novel novel about Charles Manson, into a b-movie script about a serial killer who gets reicarnated in a video game, just to please the studio execs. Maybe I now identify with the character because of the many times I'd have to rewrite my copy just to please the telco execs.

Also re-read the "Looking for the Girl" story.
Interesting that Gaiman wrote it for Penthouse and was all about the pictures of girls in Penthouse and was actually able to make an interesting story about the girls of Penthouse. (am I making sense?)

It's 11am and I'm surviving on instant coffee and orange-flavored creamer.

Somebody save me!!!

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