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lizziebelle) wrote2008-05-30 03:55 pm
lizziebelle) wrote2008-05-30 03:55 pm
Friday miscellany
Busybusy this morning! Unfortunately, that put me way behind (not to mention the fact that I worked two fewer days this week), so I didn't finish typing in ads until way after 12:30. Usually, I'm done by quarter after, and I'm waiting for Kim to finish up. She beat me for once!
Of course, it was those darn network ads, which are the bane of my existence. I hate them with every fiber of my being.
It was also the picky customer who thinks he's a designer (they all do, really), and wanted nearly impossible things from a 2" square ad. But! Leo pulled through, and they were happy. I owe that man cookies.
I've had more than my share of difficult customers this week, which is doubly remarkable due to the shortness of said week. Mercury retrograde, much? Sheesh. Alas, the weekend is nearly here, and they will have to vent their ire on someone else for a couple of days. Such a pity. :P
I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but I'm in the midst of reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Another one of those books you'd think I'd have read years ago, but never actually got around to. They had it at the library, there was a long waiting list for the new Stephanie Plum, and so I checked it out. It's quite different from what I expected, and also quite different from any film adaptation that I've seen, even the ones purported to be faithful to the book. I have to admit, though, that as I was reading the section with the old man and the violin, my mind went directly to Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein. *g*
I got to squee over last night's episode of Lost with the assistant editor today, who is the only other person here who watches it, as far as I know. I miss having people to squee over shows with; I know there are tons of online outlets, but it's not the same as face-to-face squeeage. I just don't watch the same shows as most of my coworkers.
It looks like it's going to be a rainy weekend, which makes me not feel so bad that I couldn't swing the SEF retreat up in Deerfield. Part of the appeal for me is being able to amble about in the woods, which isn't as much fun in the rain. I hope those of you who do go, though, have a lovely time. Think of me, and remember me to the trees. :)
Have a lovely weekend, all!
Of course, it was those darn network ads, which are the bane of my existence. I hate them with every fiber of my being.
It was also the picky customer who thinks he's a designer (they all do, really), and wanted nearly impossible things from a 2" square ad. But! Leo pulled through, and they were happy. I owe that man cookies.
I've had more than my share of difficult customers this week, which is doubly remarkable due to the shortness of said week. Mercury retrograde, much? Sheesh. Alas, the weekend is nearly here, and they will have to vent their ire on someone else for a couple of days. Such a pity. :P
I don't remember if I mentioned this before, but I'm in the midst of reading Mary Shelley's Frankenstein. Another one of those books you'd think I'd have read years ago, but never actually got around to. They had it at the library, there was a long waiting list for the new Stephanie Plum, and so I checked it out. It's quite different from what I expected, and also quite different from any film adaptation that I've seen, even the ones purported to be faithful to the book. I have to admit, though, that as I was reading the section with the old man and the violin, my mind went directly to Mel Brooks' Young Frankenstein. *g*
I got to squee over last night's episode of Lost with the assistant editor today, who is the only other person here who watches it, as far as I know. I miss having people to squee over shows with; I know there are tons of online outlets, but it's not the same as face-to-face squeeage. I just don't watch the same shows as most of my coworkers.
It looks like it's going to be a rainy weekend, which makes me not feel so bad that I couldn't swing the SEF retreat up in Deerfield. Part of the appeal for me is being able to amble about in the woods, which isn't as much fun in the rain. I hope those of you who do go, though, have a lovely time. Think of me, and remember me to the trees. :)
Have a lovely weekend, all!