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[cleolinda]

A post that is not (much) about Katrina:

My eyebrow hurts, y'all. My eyebrow. The left one--it's my right eyelid that's got the twitch. I tend to get it any time I do a lot of reading on the computer--like writing a paper, or when I would pull hours trying to update my poor movie site.

It's sad that I'm kind of looking forward to class on Wednesday--it'll be a long afternoon rather than my short jaunt to class, because I have to go xerox an article and then, y'know, read it for that day's discussion--because at least it's time I don't have to spend thinking about Katrina.

(My stepfather made the mistake of saying, in offhanded tones of disgust, that "so many stupid people just didn't leave." Hooooooooooo boy. I've unintentionally become the local Katrina expert, so you can imagine what happened next. I started off with "They didn't order the evacuation until after the buses and trains had been stopped," and finished up with, "... because you can't take pets to shelters." He dotes on the pomeranians, so he was pretty quiet after that.)

Anyhoo. When I'm not compiling news and feeling a little deader inside, I'm trying to clean the Bottomless Room o' Crap. I've gotten through the old pile of Vogues and all the Entertainment Weeklys now. Well, except the huge stash of magazines under my bed, but if my mother doesn't see them, they don't exist, as far as I'm concerned. I am a touch OCD (see: dire need to compile hurricane news), but I don't wash my hands obsessively or go back to see if I turned off the stove 548 times; I save magazine articles and photos. At one point, I had quite an extensive filing system for them, which is buried somewhere in my closet now, I think. Some of it was a fannish urge to collect, but a lot of it was just, "I need to write a story about what's going on in that picture." Or "I totally need this article about homemade meth labs for research. I will use this someday." Or "The girl in this picture looks a lot like what [character] looks like in my head." I don't know which is the more obsessive part--the clipping of magazines itself, or the need to hoard the results.

The only thing I have going for me in this respect is that eventually I will burn myself out, temporarily if not permanently, and the clipping urge will go dormant for a while. Actually, having the internet has abated it in great part--you can save image files and sort them much more easily, or if nothing else, you know there are huge galleries of pictures out there that you don't have to save (even if you then go save them anyway).

But add all my school papers and boxes of books and file folders full of story manuscripts to the giant mass of magazines, and you see why "cleaning" is taking me a long, long time.

Oh, random thought: I did find out that October 20th is for sure the release date for the book, and if there's a site that says anything else, they're just on crack, because... October 20th. (And if it's got the wrong name for author, we know about it and are trying to fix it.)





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