Tread lightly, lest ye be fictionalized?

My friend Ian came out to the city yesterday. We don't see each other as much as we'd like these days, since the dissolution of the band.

Ian is very supportive of my decision to make a legitimate stab at writing. As though to prove this, he brought me a tardy Xmas present (shown at right), a wonderful t-shirt that made me laugh aloud when I opened it.

Although I suppose it doesn't really matter how careful one is. I'll still likely put elements of most everybody I know into my novels. I have to, as I am not particularly clever.

I informed him that I don't know if I could ever wear this shirt in public. He wasn't offended. He knows I'm almost never in public.

We talked about my writing and his school for a bit at the beginning. I think we find it a bit more difficult to talk in general these days. So we tend to spend a bit more time than we might otherwise talking about the large things in our forebrains.

Later on, though, we started talking about music, and everything felt fine at that point. He's a super-cool music geek like me, and we can usually fill some time talking about albums we think the other might like. It's a nice way to spackle in the holes where we used to have our own music to chatter endlessly about.

Yes, that's right: music geeks are super-cool.

Most of the rest of my weekend was spent working. Well, that and apparently ignoring the comments that were piling up on my last post. Some of them asked me specific questions, and I know when I ask someone a question on their blog and it takes them two days to reply I am usually no longer quite so curious. So I apologize. It was just work, I promise.

I wasn't off with another blog or anything.

Went out to the car yesterday and discovered that someone had punched in my passenger-side door lock. Why a rusty station-wagon which (if a human) would be in junior high should attract so much attention, I don't know. Nothing was missing. My best guess is that someone was practicing their break-in skills on the car that never goes anywhere.

Finally turned the cable on again this evening to catch yet another installment in the disappointing current season of The Simpsons. Then I put on some music to get back to work. So far, I'm a little impressed by how tempting the new cable tv thing isn't. But if I'm hardly ever gonna watch it, is it worth the money? Time will tell, I suppose.