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Been having a deep case of the do not want to be heres at the day job since Armadillocon. In the morning before I leave, it's the do not want to go theres, want to stay here with kitties...there is a great weight of yegh on my shoulders and soul and it is the day job, yea, verily. 

I have to have the job. I do not want the job. I make sounds of unhappiness and angst at the universe. 

In other news, exactly no writing got done last week, it hasn't rained enough, and my republican brother is feeling optimistic about the future of the country, which, while I'm happy for him, makes me nervous.

I did have a lovely time with carolineyoachim, tacithydra, and friend Saturday afternoon/evening, and a great nap with Aristotle cat on Sunday.

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Passing on a link  snurtched from beth_bernobich. This blog article on Why Film Schools Teach Screenwriters Not to Pass the Bechdel Test, and the associated comments thread, is worth a read.
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There was thunder, and rain! Which I could only see from my office window, but still, yay rain! And hey, yay window!