Wow. My job has been just pathetic this week. I have now spent over two weeks trying (and failing) to reproduce one crash. I try one thing, I try another, I try something else -- nothing works. It generates a sad, buzzing-around-in-a-jar mood that bleeds out into everything else.
Non-work activities have been a mixed bag.
The Austin dance scene has been busy with Lindyfest and/or SXSW, so dance events were a complete dud. I've focussed more on film and theater: I saw Coraline, I saw a play, and I recorded bits of Micetro. All of those shows were pleasant, plus I got to hang out with the improv crowd for a couple of hours after Micetro. (Hooray for being temporarily social.)
Writing has been pretty fail-y. Yeah, I kept up with Sketchwar and Spanish, but mostly I just sat around and stressed over this spec script for TV class. The beat sheet is due on Monday. I have no idea how I'll finish it in time.
The coming week looks dull. This is the week when Austin cancels all its other plans to make room for the SXSW circus, which I have no particular interest in attending. So I have no plans beyond watching LOST and Battlestar Galactica at the Drafthouse. Well, that and frantically catching up with writing.
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The TV show M*A*S*H generated a spinoff called W*A*L*T*E*R, in which Walter "Radar" O'Reilly moves to Iowa and becomes a cop. In the pilot episode, he solves a dispute between two strippers (among other things). CBS declined to pick up the pilot as a series. (Source: wikipedia)
Mood: bored · Music: none