For a couple of years now I get hits every day for people looking for a Fireplace Screensaver. I started to feel bad about that (I don’t have one…I WANTED one) so every once in a while I search around to see if anyone’s posted a new one that I can send people to. Here is the 2003 link:
http://home.t-online.de/home/stefan.riediger/scrnsav.htm#Fireplace I can’t vouch for the quality, or if the file is even virus three. Download sensibly.
So I had my interview with the reporter today. At the end of our time together (which may have been an hour, I don’t remember what time he arrived) I was left to wander the aisles and realized that I didn’t have anything interesting to say to him. Nobody is going to care about me or my website. It doesn’t have an agenda, I don’t have some special purpose [note: Not the Steve Martin The Jerk type of special purpose] for it. Nothing I hope to achieve. I’ve been doing this for going on SEVEN YEARS now, running this website, and for what? Has it gotten me anything? Fame? Money? Work? Love? Yeesh, how egomaniacal is it to think that anyone cares about my to do list? Why do I waste so much time on this when it’s so trivial that I start to panic in the middle of the interview that he’s going to make me look like a complete loser. That maybe I am a complete loser.
Now now, I’m not looking for praise, etc., I’m just saying that I don’t think anyone’s ever asked me “Why are you doing this” in quite so many different ways before. I have no idea why I’m doing this. Do I just like the sound of my own voice? Do I hope that people will throw dollar in my violin case? If it’s the latter, I’m in big trouble.
I just hope I don’t look too “duh” in the article. I’ll feel like I’m in Junior High all over again and I’ll be forced to move and take an assumed name.
So if you’ve seen The Hours, you’ll realize this type of introspection so soon after seeing the movie is NOT a good thing. That actually made me laugh, to be honest. I had a very Meryl Streep afternoon.
My friend Karen B., who not only paid me to create a website for her business, sent me an Amazon gift certificate for my birthday so I could order a copy of The Sweet Potato Queens’ Book of Love. She’d beent talking about the book and I said “I’ll have to see if my library has it” and she very awesomely did the whole GC thing. Now I’m just going to sit in front of the window and watch for the mailman. They said the package should be here in 5-7 days (ya, I went for the free shipping, are you crazy?). It will also contain two items from my wish list that I actually remembered to go remove so nobody else would buy them for me.
Okay, enough chatter. I have been very productive today, and have already crossed two items off my to-do list (which is not online today). I also have to be a Barnes and Noble early this afternoon for an interview with a local reporter about this very website. I hadn’t mentioned it earlier, because the last time I was interviewed, the article never came out. I was pretty disappointed. But I don’t think this will be the same thing.
Anyway, I’m going to look to see how much a copy of Mrs. Dalloway is going for these days. They must have a new release to co-incide with the movie The Hours.
Turns out we couldn’t see Chicago because of the showtime, so we saw The Hours instead. Well, very different movie. While it may be the best movie I’ve seen in years as far as the screenplay, the acting etc. etc., it’s also the most mentally and emotionally draining movie I’ve seen in years. And it’s impossible to talk about without spoiling parts of it, so I won’t. But you really really should make a point to see this one.
In other news: The Church of [insert the name of the “church” John Travolta belongs to here] is hiring in Boston. I can’t think of a company I’d like to work for less than that one. Going to work every day would be like volunteering to go to a vacation time share pitch on a daily basis. Gah.