So the last time I wrote I was babysitting; Solitary Dad Duty for three days.
It worked out well; Little Agent P has his own way of doing things, thankyouverymuch, and wants to be left alone to do them-- provided a parent is still in the room to observe him. But the parent must be FACING him, y'understand, so that he knows he's the center; but not touching him or trying to interact with him because he's doing just fine on his own, thank you.
In other words, I have an XBox Kid. Meaning that if I'm alone with him I'd best rent an XBox game because at least then I'm facing him, not turning away to look at a computer screen.
My next computer, I've decided, WILL be a laptop. Kid-friendly, go-anywhere, daddy-can-get-some-WORK-done laptop.
Then I get back to the computer. And everything promptly goes STRAIGHT to Hell.
My server switched providers, thus screwing up my DNS for three days. No blog entries there. Then my email goes wonky, meaning SOME people can get through but only, apparently, if they're not CLIENTS with important TIME-SENSITIVE email.
Then hits The Busy: Murder mystery performances every evening and on the weekends. Both weekend shows are out of town. Crazy!
It's the season, don'cha know. Christmas. Everything in general gears up to a frenzied pitch, and that's especially true of the Arts and Entertainment industry. More advertising, more commercials, more more more.
In a frenzy of consumer culture, the Powers That Be fling out their tendrils to snare artists and entertainers to keep their Christmas machine going full steam ahead.
Whew. It's a little disconcerting.
But as of today, I have my email back, I've reduced the spam, I've got my schedule back under control, and I can WRITE. Thank you, God-- thank you. My organizing things in my head skill is still on the fritz -- thanks to holiday overload-- and oh look, I JUST NOW got a phone call booking me for ANOTHER murder mystery-- and there's an email reminding me about ANOTHER one-- Yee.
This is all positive, though. Make money for the holidays, and do exciting things; to me, that's a GOOD stress. Yes, it makes for a slight surreality, but hey-- I chose to be in the arts. If I wanted normal I'd have been an accountant. THEN my life would only get surreal around Income Tax time.
But at the risk of sounding too George Bailey, It's a Wonderful Life.
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
Posted by Agent M at December 09, 2003 11:54 AMNow son, don't go burning yourself out before Christmas and especially before we PAINT MY CONDO!!!
PS
Watch Global news tonight at 6 o'clock. I am helping interview an elderly gentleman who has done an incredible job of decorating his bicycle.
Posted by: yourmudder on December 9, 2003 01:48 PMAgent P like to be the center, and has a no-touch zone.
Hmmm. So he's you.
*CK cackles and runs away*
ACK!
Posted by: Agent CK on December 10, 2003 09:47 AMFor FUCK's sake.
There's one thing that always bothers me: Cheap Shots.
Why? Not because they're at my expense-- hell, I LOVE a good zinger-- but because they require no effort.
You, ACK, have a bad habit of always going for the EASY SHOT. It takes no skill, and it's annoying. It's like making movie quotes instead of thinking up a joke on your own.
And, invariably, after your one-liner you *duck* or *run away* but the sad truth is that the cheapos aren't worth running after you for.
C'mon, man. You know me better than that. If you want to zing me, put some goddamn EFFORT into it. Wait until the coffee kicks in. Get a BOOK on the subject or something. Find some good zingers on some of the other blogs you read.
Change this habit. It's cheap, unfunny, and wastes my comment space and the time it takes to read it.
(D'you know what a letdown it is to see that there's a new comment from you, get all my hopes up, and see that it's a "cheap-laugh-duck-ha-ha-I'm-just-so-EVIL" post?)
Christ, man. You're funnier than that. So BE funnier.
M
Posted by: Agent M on December 10, 2003 09:59 AMSo work threw me an early birthday bash today.
They presented me with a fabulous cake, which had my face on it. :D
So after the preceeding message, I HAD to save a piece just for AgentM, so I could give it to him and yell "EAT ME" at him. :D
(No comments about the white icing...)
ACK!