Departmental Reports: May 9. (Really May 9, This Time!)

All day yesterday, I thought it was the ninth. I got up, had breakfast, and carried on through till dinner, all the while thinking it was the ninth. A whole crop of Notepad files got mislabeled. There was chase_scene_2006_05_09.txt, and notes_week_May9-May15.txt. I think there was a limericks_May_9.txt, as well. A lot of mistakes were made. The confusion will, as that actor said in Gladiator, echo in eternity. I'll be finding artifacts of that slipped day for years to come. I won't even know I'm finding them. What, after all, differentiates limericks_May_9 from limericks_December_3, when you get right down to it?

It's driving me bonkers, but I can't be arsed doing anything about it.

I'm slightly reluctant to dine:
There's something amiss with this wine.
But some prophylaxis
For anaphylaxis
Should quash my objections just fine.

I've got an article on motion photography on utata.org today. Be advised: this is decidedly not a technical article. You could fit what I know about motion photography on your little toenail.

I'm up to eight thousand words of novel, now (which means I've essentially got a short story with no ending.) It's got some nice lines, and some awkward transitions. I'm pants with getting from scene to scene. Maybe I've put in too many characters. I keep forgetting everyone's names (which is especially sad, when you consider the fact that I've nicked most of the names from people I know. I've got an Uncle Arthur, for instance, and the FedEx man is Mr. Goldman. That makes Arthur Goldman. Then, there's Jim Cohen: Uncle Jim plus Leonard Cohen. I don't know Leonard Cohen, but he was on the telly the other night.)

I think I might be making a mess.

Then again, when am I not making a mess? I think I enjoy making a mess. I think I'm having fun.

It's so far after Labour Day, it's come all the way back to before.