It’s four am on Thursday and I’m waiting for my iPod to sync. I feel like I should be doing something more productive than watching the progress bar in iTunes slowly go gray from left to right. It’s taking FOREVER.
I figured I’d write something for the blog, seeing as how I whined about missing it for two weeks. Wouldn’t you know …now that I have unfettered access I can’t think of anything to write. I could whine about doing laundry or having insomnia, but those strike me as the blog equivalent of a stand-up comedian doing jokes about airline food.
In reorganising my office the other day I found a poster I won from Kerry Woo in a blog-related contest. It’s quite cool; I meant to get it framed back when I won it but didn’t have the money. I also have a poster I bought from AllPosters. I do think that there should be a rule about that store. Once you’re 30, you shouldn’t buy from them anymore, seeing as how everything they have is pretty much designed to give flair to the average dorm room. Seeing as my office is half dorm room and half nine-year-old’s play area I figured I was okay to get the Berlin Wall poster with the Pink Floyd quote on it. Yes, I realise that’s about as dorm-room cliche as it gets, but seeing as how “Mother” is my favourite Pink Floyd song and I have a deeply personal connection with the Berlin Wall I figured I’d spring for it anyway.
Entertainment Weekly has introduced a new feature in the Books section where they show a photograph of a writer’s workspace. The fellow chosen for this most recent issue is the author of some biographies. He has a very serious and very clean desk which overlooks Central Park. I figured if I ever finish my books, get published and get noticed by EW it’ll be a bad thing for my desk to be featured. My workspace lacks the Serious Writer gravitas they seem to be aiming for. On the upside, though, if they did a story about Magpies, I’d be a shoe-in. I can’t resist collecting shiny, sparkly junk.
Oh, thank goodness. My ipod is Synced. Now I can go have insomnia while I fold the laundry.