Moody Meow

We had a lovely break in the gray for the past few days. The weatherpeople even predicted sun for the weekend. They were wrong, of course. I woke to dark skies. Living here has changed my appreciatation for the blue of the sky and how sunlight feels when it’s unfiltered by high clouds or blocked by the thick, rainy ones that have taken up permanent residence over the Pacific NW (Yes, I know I moved here, and that’s what the weather is like…I’m just sayin….). Florida’s light was so dramatic, and changable. While the storms do move swiftly through Portland, generally the light is flat. It makes taking pictures hard for me. I like golden light and long shadows. But yesterday, when the sun set, the white-flowered trees look like they glowed. The animals stationed themselves at differend doors, sniffing the wind and warming themselves in the sun. I was almost dissapointed to get out of bed. But it is Friday…..

Tonight is BATTLESTAR (you can watch the whole episode online right now, I think). Dood…. I’m such a geek, so I’ll link you to a few things.

• Here is an 8 minute recap of the first 3 seasons. It’s actually really informative and kind of funny.
• The Coolest fucking T-shirt ever….  But really, only if you are a Battlestar dork.
• Wired did a short piece. They also interviewed Six….
• An interesting interview with Ron Moore. He seems like kind of a prick when doing his podcasts, but I admire his vision. It’s going to be a good season.

I’m having a hard time with the sanity lately, and I am sane enough to understand that there’s an issue (Ignorance is truly bliss…I used to act nutso and didn’t give a shit what happened later….fucking conscience). Not working out as much as I should, I admit, but I’m alternately exhausted and then wound up so tight it feels like my head is going to explode. I’m reactionary…..at work. This is not boding well for my career with my company. The paranoia that comes with mania for me is getting worse, so I’m just trying to keep my nose clean. Tonight, I will get on my trainer before I do anything else, and I will try to calm down. There’s more writing to be done. My muse is sometimes amused when I’m manic, but more often than not I spin my wheels and wonder why the fucking novel won’t write itself.

Speaking of the weekend. Miss Amandapants is taking us to a rugby game! Wh00t! I’m excited. I’ll take pictures for you. I’m sure there will be blood, and that’s a good thing, no?

Hope you are having a Happy Flyday.