June 17th, 2004

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Just got the Popbitch newsletter:

"I DON'T. Buy the tomatoes with. The stems. On them. They don't. Degrade. They go. Down the sink. And into the WATER. Then. They get lodged in the throats of little. OTTERS." - Christopher Walken

Yeah. I don't know. The newsletter just starts off with that quote, no context, nothing. But it's good to know that Walken's concerned for the otters.

From the "WTF WTF OMGWTF" file:

[Video director] Floria [Sigismondi] recently got married in a quiet ceremony in a Toronto park wearing an Empire-bodiced dress, with multiple layers of tulle projecting over her pregnant belly. Between the uppermost layers of tulle, she wore a swarm of live bees.

Oh, and by the way: this is the worst excuse for a "blind" gossip item ever:

>> Big Questions <<
The truth is out there

Which TV and film actor didn't stay lonely when his actress wife went off to New York to film? The actor wiled away most of his time at the local Starbucks in Malibu and when the coffee shop wasn't open, took the 18 year-old waitress back to his place for "coffee".

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All right. (Is there some unwritten law that I must begin an entry with "All right" or "So"?) The weather is better today; I feel a little better today; however, I have spent the day on business email. I have to write up another proposal. Hatching new plans, however. First of all, I have a pretteh new banner I've made for my Clix account (is the credited artwork borrowing kosher?):



Next: I was a Dell girl. Now I'm thinking of switching over to Hewlett Packard. I need 1) lots of storage, 2) lots of horsepower, and 3) lots of stain-resistance. Seriously, poor Betsy has suffered much hardship in her five years on this earth. Aside from the fact that I am definitely a PC girl and not switching over to a Mac--thoughts? Recommendations? Warnings?

Then: I'm not saying anyone gives a shit about my attempts to impose some discipline on my lazy self; I'm saying that other people might be going through the same thing and might like to see how someone else copes with it. Which is to lead up to saying: I am not good with schedules. I need them desperately; but I totally cannot impose them on myself. I tend to accomplish things in obsessive bursts, but really, if you're going to run things with "Daily" in the title, that ain't gonna cut it. So, my happy, probably-not-going-to-work plan is this: Let's try updating the Digest on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday nights. Given the way I do it, there's no point in really even starting before six or seven pm my time, because I'm on the east coast and the other sites haven't finished updating for the day. I'd already instituted that--starting the updates at night rather than pointlessly dithering on them all day--as a time-saving measure, and it seems to have worked somewhat.

So. Then we have the Days recaps at 1 pm. That cuts the day in half--you have the morning before and then the afternoon after (and before the Digest updates). Surely, surely, I can spend the morning on email/correspondence/craziness and maybe even get some exercise in, too. Then you have the afternoon to work on writing and update Short Attention Span Theater as random new bites come in, plus two weeknights where I don't have to worry about the Digest anyway. (Really, if you update it every day, you run out of things to talk about. The other sites are the daily; I'm the digest.) That gives me specific spaces in which to write, without pinning me down too formally to a schedule, and still allows for specific things to get done.

This is so totally not going to work, is it?

After that: I'm putting together a hub site for all your Cleolinda Jones needs--a place with all my various blogs and sites and crap on one page, plus an easier-to-remember URL for Black Ribbon. Does this smack of megalomania? Absolutely. But then, I've always believed that if you want to be something, you should go ahead and act like you are that thing--as in, if you aspire to be a professional author, go ahead and act like a professional, not "go ahead and act like a presumptuous asshat." It's not that I think I deserve an official "shrine" or anything; it's that I've got enough stuff floating around on the internet now that it seems vaguely appropriate to have a Site o' Me. Kind of like a giant résumé/CV. Also, I totally need a lair from which to launch my sekrit plan to take over the world. Jellus? Get your own, then. You deserve ialsohaveagiantego.com, too.

Speaking of my kudzu-like creep over the entire intarweb, I got an invitation today to post "Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban in Fifteen Minutes" on Fiction Alley. I don't know why my wanka spidey sense started tingling, but...