10/14 One Order Of Double Genius...

With a side of ANGER!!!! Like Margaret Sanger sitting on a bloody coat hanger!!!

I drank a half-bottle of vodka and watched Australian Idol while a loose gunman roamed North Adelaide-- police helicopters over my house and everything. That was pretty crazy.

Anyway, this 'listening to music out of context' thing is working great-- I finally like Broken Social Scene! Individually their songs are intriguing, but the full force of fifty minutes of that makes me all weepy and depressed and I stop paying attention. However, just throw "I'm Still Your Fag" into itunes and it will rule. Even bands like Strung Out, The Field Mice, or Blacktop Mourning are quite enjoyable one track at a time. Plus, I get to hear a Matchbox Twenty song randomly and go "fuck, those guys are cool" and listen to ten in a row before going back to random. Sweet.

I finished Lynchpin over four and a half hours today before the drinking began, cutting it down to 2,500 words (from 2,800 at the day's beginning, and 3,300 at its weightiest). I also had to do some restructuring for a massive chunk of exposition that I didn't think could really be dramatized, though it stood out like a massive, didactic sore thumb. So I chopped it up, changed the setting of one scene, and included it sporadically throughout that scene. We'll see if the class buys it like discount meat.

Drink Count: 8