So, here's the two hour's traffic of the time.
It's 12:30am at the time I opened the blogthis window. I'm sitting at the computer with the downstairs lights all on, working dutifully on my science fair notes which are due... today now, it seems. The channel's on MTV and some weird PBS-esque docu-music video is playing; Alanis Morisette singing songs old and new out in the gorgeous Arizona rock deserts. My TV dinner (a rather decent linguine in alfredo... just missing the clams) is resting on the piano bench I've positioned strategically so when I eat I can watch the TV as well. The lemonade I've poured myself is sour more so than sweet, scraping my throat as it makes it's way down... leaving a metallic memory.
Erm, yeah.
Goddamn corporate America. All the writers are striking... or have been striking I should say. Not only will the actors begin to strike as well, but the level of entertainment will be knocked down significantly. All the reality TV shows, which requires little scripting and a knack for editing, are testiment to what will soon be on every single station on the tube. And all this because the Hollywood minds don't want to give away money! Honestly...
Just recently bought the extensive piano sheets for Alanis' "Uninvited" song. Completely gorgeous.
Dammit, time to get back to writing those notes.
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