Me on a Saturday Morning

This is one of those rambly real-life posts. With a bit of Battlestar Galactica, for I am obsessed.

1. It occurs to me that writing, much like the author of "Jennifer Government," suggests at the back of his book, is a constant war against playing minesweeper with your work open in the background.

2. Of course, it's also a war against starting a new BSG video (this time it will be Laura Roslin / Lee Adama, but I'm scared I don't have enough clips, even though I successfully vidded Roslin to rap music and thus should be afraid of NOTHING. Also, I don't have the time).

3. It's also a war against continually re-watching the latest webisode, because that was pretty sweet. At first I was like, okay, here's the reverse-psychology where poor, broken Jammer gets given an 'easy out' and decides to side with the cylons because they gave him juice. Except it wasn't quite like that. I really enjoyed watching Doral. I appreciated that Jammer still refused to join the police, and vehemently so. That makes the situation more sympathetic, more tragic that he's going to do so much *worse* damage by being, effectively, a snitch from the inside even though he thinks he's doing something honourable. That's a pretty cool double play - piss him off with the NCP then offer him something that, in the wake of his outburst, seems so much smaller and more rational.

4. Apparently writing is also a war against unnecessarily updating one's LJ.

5. "The Book" is going badly. I am totally stuck. ( I want to write a short story about that year I spent where my best friend spoke to his rucksack, which we both agreed spoke only within the limits of his imagination. )

I think I will go to the Chinese Supermarket Outlaw Trading Post and see if they have any coconut thingies. Or chocolate soy-bean milk. Yes. That is what I will do.