There is much I could be doing. Much I should be doing, when I remember that I lost almost three hours to various technical problems yesterday, but the caffeine level in my blood has not yet reached a level that inspires me to productivity.

Gorgeous blue, sunny skies today.

Stupid weather. We were supposed to be in the middle of a major snowstorm. Maybe even enough to (whee!) give us a snow day. Instead we got half an inch of ice-and-snow, a bit of rain, and now we're having sunshine.

The weather never sucks when you want it to suck, does it?

For those interested, and even for those who are not because it's my darned blog and I'll talk about anything I want to talk about, the finger is slowly healing. Thanks to the magic of antibiotic ointment, a substance I don't think I've ever used before (an odd admission from someone who damages themselves as regularly as I do, I know), it's not even sore. It's pretty ugly, though, so I'm keeping a band-aid on it.

I have not yet achieved Final Boss Monsterdom in my latest game. I played for a while Monday evening but by the time I got through the Final Dungeon to where, one presumes, the Final Boss Monster is lurking, I was tired.

Studio 60 continues, forgive me, to suck just a little bit more each week. This depresses me. I've loved all of Sorkin's other efforts and I had high hopes and much enthusiasm for the idea of a new show from him.

What we seem to be getting is a mess of ideas without a central theme, a lot of interesting characters being nudged to the sidelines in favor of spotlighting the badly cast and essentially very boring Jordan, and a show that, I swear, I can see fighting with the writer(s) for identity.

There's a darned good show in there somewhere. I can't figure out why Sorkin seems to be trying so hard to write make it into something else. I've done that, most writers have, and we all learn quickly that the story will be what it is and that trying to shove it down a different road usually means you wind up at the city dump.

I really, really, really wanted to like this show. There's a fine cast of amazingly talented actors. It's an interesting premise. Sorkin's a great writer when he's on his game. Why am I bored?

Oh, well.

I very nearly succumbed to the lure of politiblogging again earlier this week. Sometimes I have to forcibly remind myself that I'm over that, that I'm moving on, and that the idiocy of elected officials and wannabe elected officials is no longer of interest to me. I have done the serious thing and I'm looking for a new shtick.

Also, like researching, politiblogging is easier than real writing. All that's required is to be annoyed.

I wish real writing were that simple.

The novel continues to be amusing, as long as I ignore the manuscript itself. I've decided that I need a bit of forest and possibly some mist. Which means I now have to go learn about climates, micro-climates, and eco-systems. This is all new territory for me and I'm very excited about it.