I'm Officially a Twit /
Ohhhh dear. I have just discovered Twitter. It's perfect: low commitment, low stress, high fun, an absolute time-waster. JUST what my new Vancouver life needed. How ever will I fit it into my busy schedule?
Hmmmm. Let's have a look:
8a.m. Think about waking up. Listen to alarm for thirty guilt-ridden seconds before turning it off and going back to sleep.
10a.m. Wake up again because cats are angry and have started knocking things made of glass off random counter tops.
10:30a.m. Go for "long" walk, get distracted by coffee shop, drink coffee, cut walk short.
11a.m.-8:30p.m. Procrastinate, eat, check email every thirty seven seconds to see if anything exciting has happened. It hasn't. Reload page several times to make sure I'm not missing anything. I'm not.
8:30p.m. Wonder why Canadian Idol can't be on EVERY night.
8:31p.m. Feel guilty about watching reality television -- or thinking about watching reality television -- when it represents the downfall of my profession.
8:32pm Eat unnecessary snack involving salt.
9p.m. Think about writing, decide against it, surf the internet, e-stalk people, check email, drink water (because of the salt -- it's a vicious cycle), eventually go to bed.
How EVER will I find the time for Twitter?
The way I discovered it is a bit embarrassing: I was googling MY OWN BROTHER to find out about A Dog's Breakfast
this weekend at Comicon. (ComiCon? Where do the capitals go?) and I found his Twitter page. I'm not totally sure what it is, but I've joined. Whenever I see a little box that says "Join" next to it, I just have to. (It's like when someone offers you a drink you've never heard of: just blindly accept. Would I like a "bellini"? Yes please. A "mojito"? Why the heck not.) I would give my right arm (that's not true) to go to ComiCon/comicon/CoMiCoN for the screening, especially since VERONICA FRICKIN' MARS is going to be there. I don't think it's going to happen, but I'm working on it...
...which leads me to my next topic for all you Stargoids (I've run out of names for you. That one sounds a bit like a disease.) Here is my question: I would love to go to some conventions over the summer/fall, but I don't know how to go about doing that. I didn't write that in the form of a question. Damn it. I'll try again: How do I shamelessly get myself invited to another convention? (Or is it like birthday parties in gr. 6, where there's just no hope unless I stop carrying all my belongings in Biway bags and listening to Heart.) I LOVE to travel. I LOVE to meet new people. I had a total blast in London (and in Burbank, even though I was only a pseudo-guest.) And I finally have a roommate who can catsit for me. (Martha likes him better than me. It's because he pretends to punch her. Who knew that cartoon punching noises would win her little furry heart?)
So that's it. I guess I'll go to bed now (or check my email or update my twitter page or eat salt straight from the shaker.)