My TV just asked me “what celebrity would you like to go dirty dancing with?” My mind’s almost immediate response was “Uhhh… I don’t kno— Jack Black.” Yes. Jack Black.
Now, before that distracted me, what was I going to post about?
I don’t remember right now … must have been something – I wasn’t even online when I came over here. I was over there (points at bed), reading and making notes in LaNF for the final edit. The more I read it, the more I seem to like it. I hope the same is true for you, when you read it.
I’ve been thinking about, trying to figure out, how many “complimentary” copies of LaNF I’m going to have to give away. At the very least, one to Zoe and one to Angela, who purchased the special advance “Pre-Birthday” edition. One to the person to whom the book is dedicated. At least one for my own collection, though that’s fairly silly. I should probably send one each to the women at the Arizona Republic and the East Valley Tribune who interviewed me for NaNoWriMo 2002, and who review books. (You know, so I can get started with the negative reviews quickly.) One to anyone who buys me a copy of Lost in Translation first (which could end up being me again, I guess), as promised. Who else?
If I can afford it, copies to the several people who promised to help me with editing it by reading it and offerring feedback but never did. You know, because they had good intentions. And then, I supposed, I’ll find out what the guidelines are to try to get my book reviewed by other newspapers. Wouldn’t it be a lark to get a review in the New York Times and/or Entertainment Weekly? More so if they like it! And then maybe more people will order it! And then … uhh.. maybe … uhhh… yeah. I won’t have spent untold hours working on a new something that only ever costs me money, but instead will have a sort of revenue stream! Whee!
But that wasn’t what I wanted to post about… I don’t think.
Nor was it going to be how cold it’s getting in here since I ran out of firewood. I guess I just underestimated how much I’d need. I’ll do better tomorrow… Of course, tomorrow I’ll be sure to get not less than three days’ worth of wood up here. ’cause they say it’s going to storm again all weekend, and I don’t like trying to move firewood around in a downpour.
I don’t know what I was thinking, exactly. I’m getting tired now. I’ll probably think of it, whatever it was, right after I lay down to bed. And then, knowing me, it’ll keep me awake longer than I would have been if I’d just been able to post it right away.
Have I mentioned I’m going to be in town the weekend of the 14th? Yeah. Whee!
Hey. Can anyone explain car insurance to me? Is it calculated per car or per driver or what? If I don’t have a car in mind to insure my driving, can I get insurance? If I have to have a car in mind and say, use my dad’s, then am I insured for other vehicles? Logically, it should either be insurance per vehicle or per driver, and if per vehicle, then regardless who drives, the vehicle would be covered, and if per driver, then regardless of the vehicle, the driver’s actions should be covered. That’s what would make sense. If Occam’s razor could be trusted, one of those would be true. Thus, I assume it is something else, probably something totally complicated and ridiculous. Please explain it to me. I have never had a car or been insured.
In fact, I’ve never bought insurance of any kind. No medical, no dental, no rental or home or property insurance, no car insurance, no liability for anything insurance, nothing. I agreed to a life insurance policy my bank offered me once, but it was simple; as long as I pay them a couple of dollars a year, on event of my death they pay out $30k to my father (beneficiary changeable if necessary), which should more than cover any debts I have ever had. Nothing complicated, and I haven’t much thought of it since. It’s like $30/year, so I’d have to live more than 1000 years for it to cost me more than it pays out. Anyway, yeah. I’ve never had insurance. Didn’t really see the point in that particular form of gambling; what fun is it to bet that you’re going to suffer a great loss, injury, or death? With the life insurance I have, it’s a safe bet that it’ll pay out well before I’m on the losing side, so that’s not really even a gamble; I could pay my ~$30 in every year for the next 75 years and it would still pay out around 12 times more than I paid in. Sigh.
Anyway, yeah. If you could explain the whole car insurance thing to me, that’d be great. I don’t get it.
Heck, if you could explain women to me at the same time, that’d be good to. I’m sure I understand them less. What do they want? What are they looking for? What is going on in their minds and hearts? How can I make it me?
Perhaps more confusing; why is a movie about breakdancing the number one movie in America right now? What did I miss?
I don’t know. Maybe I’ll dream of it. ‘night.