Well, the Boston Theater Marathon has announced its one-act lineup and I'm not there. Nor are any of my Playwrights' Lab buddies. Bummer.

Well, the BSG was available AT NOON. Noon only. So we're hosed. Sorry.

Even if you don't have a TV, you can indulge in BSG goodness RIGHT NOW by going to SciFi.com and viewing the entire season four premiere RIGHT NOW. It's not airing on TV until 10 tonight, and Monstro and I are busy on Fridays at 10 (see previous post re: Owlbear), so I'm going to watch it RIGHT NOW.

And you should too. RIGHT NOW. Whoo!

Well, it's the first real NBC comedy back after the writers' strike. You know, they might want to have considered making this episode funny. Just a thought.

I love April Fool's day. Have pulled off some fabulous pranks in my past. My favorite was substituting soy sauce for half of the contents of a bottle of Diet Pepsi and oh-so-carefully returning the bottlecap to the bottle. Nearly made my beloved fifth grade teacher, Mrs. Pope, throw up.

But yesterday? Nothing. Nada.

I think that Massachusetts has successfully amputated my funny bone.

Other than that, nothing's going on. Nothing to see here. That is all.

Dear God, please let winter be over while I can still button my coat. Amen.

Tonight a certain Grengulia killed herself an owlbear in three rounds, all by her little bitty half-orc barbarian self. Then she cut off its head as a trophy. It was really neat.

When I woke up it wasn't snowing, but within 30 minutes God was hocking big snow loogies at us, which dimmed any enthusiasm I had for the day. Hung out with Lex watching Wiggles stuff and re-reading Amy Hempel for the zillionth time, then put the boy to bed and hit the transcription trail. Happily, it was a recording-that-wasn't. I don't think they knew the recorder was on: four minutes was of them trying to get the computer up on the Internet, followed by 20 minutes of typing. No talking. Just typing. I buzzed through it in half an hour and then went to the store. Monstro's cooking dinner tomorrow night so I bought stuff for that plus what we call “Boo Food” (yogurt, waffles, and bananas for Lex). And I was so very lazy that I bought a tube of Nestle's Toll House Cookie Dough because I was jonesin' for cookie dough.

At least I made some of it into cookies, too. Some of it.

The Comtesse and I have been drinking from the same well because I've been a cranky mama-bear all week, too. It's pretty childish to say “I miss my mommy” when you're 36 but I totally do. And then I feel guilty because my kid and my husband should be my top priority. But then I feel guilty because I'm not in California helping my mom. So that all pretty much sucks.

I've been doing some transcription work (which would not be possible without the shareware program Express Scribe, to which I totally owe the eleven bucks an hour I'm earning doing transcription work) and even with Express Scribe, it's taken me three times longer than I thought it would. My client isn't upset — I think he's just happy he found someone to do it — but I really wasn't planning on this taking three weeks.

After finishing another 110 minute recording today I shoved off and cleaned the bathroom, with the iTunes rockin' at a hundred percent power on the old PowerBook G4. The playlist on Party Shuffle has done quite a bit to lighten my mood:

Walking on the Sun — Smashmouth

#1 crush — Garbage

Obsession — Animotion

F*ck the Spice Girls and Hanson — Limp Bizkit

Mental Boy — American Beauty soundtrack

At Last — Etta James

Have I the Right — Gene Pitney

Do you Believe in Magic — Lovin Spoonful

Breathe — Smartbomb <--- BEST COVER TUNE EVER

Who will Save Your Soul — Jewel

THe Background -Third Eye Blind

I Wanna Be Your Joey Ramone — Leater-Kinney

Save the Last Dance — Davis

And now the boy and the husband are home. Dinnertime!

…another dollar. Off to teach a little later today. While finishing the dishes this morning I got an idea for, of all things, a short story. But it's a pretty effed-up idea, so we'll see if I do anything with it. I don't know that I've ever written a real short story in my life.

Been reading quite a bit this Spring Break: Joan Didion's _Year of Magical Thinking_, a two-book Doonesbury compilation (including one book called _Revenge of the English Majors_), and I'm mostly through Sarah Vowell's _Assassination Vacation_. Man, she knows a lot, but I don't think she goes on a lot of dates. Of course, she's also voiced a Pixar character, so that's one up on me.

Finally managed to finish unpacking from our vacation. That only took five days, which is truly a record for me.

Easter dinner last night was amazing. Say what you will about Monstro, but dayum, my man can cook! He made cornish game hens with a praline-mustard glaze, stuffed with a pannetone-dried apricot-onion stuffing that was innnnncredible. Thanks, Jesus!

Lex continues to exhibit his inner two-year-old. Guess I'll let him, seeing as he's two and all.

Time to shower and start my day. Happy week, everyone.