I. Hate. This. Computer.

Maybe hate is a strong word. This computer is awesome, with the exception that there's an occasional miscommunication somewhere among the motherboard, graphics/sound cards, and the hard drive. This means that as I'm finishing up a very poetic entry, it freezes in a sound loop.

The short of it was simple. In the middle of all this burnout, I experienced a single moment of understanding and bliss. In Noh, this would be known as yugen. It was brought on by the success of "The Latter-Day Adventures of Romulus and Remus" at the Theta Shortsfest. Megan and my fiance did an amazing job of bringing my script to life. Amazing.

I've been writing scripts for years. This is the first time I've actually felt like I have a real contender. Sure, I love most of what I've written, but "Romulus and Remus" felt like something professional. It clicked on all cylinders. I'd finally taken my stylings and tendencies and learned how to craft them to my advantage.

In other words, I really like this play. And I was so happy to see two talented women take it and add another dimension to it.

Must... survive...

Seriously... I've gad issues with late work before, but this assistantship is driving me into the ground.

In far, far, FAR better news... I'm engaged. [insert massive smile here]. Woot.

I should be finishing late classwork. And I am, at a snail's pace. I finished another proposal, this one for a theatre/education conference in D.C.

Instead, I'm spending a lot of time finishing the touches on a map-based league for Anachronism. I'm funny like that. I even created another blog for the hub, so that players could check standings at any moment, any where.

I'm silly.

An attempt at irony

OK... these spam commenters are really getting on my nerves. In the interest of academic and ironic studies, I'm posting this entry. Let's see how many spam comments I get.

(As for my personal life, grad school is seriously dragging me under. Not so much the class load, but the assistantship and the lack of time/energy it leaves for classwork and basic will to live.)

Essence of Hilarity

Here is an immutable fact of the world: Harvey Birdman is even funnier when drunk on mead.

Is it funnier when drunk on any other substance? The empirical evidence does not suggest an answer one way or the other.

Why would one get drunk on mead? Though one might hypothesize such things as bitterness towards a current graduate assistantship, or a desire for connection to Norse ancestors, the truth is far more prosaic.

I've only had one meal the entire day. Oops.