This Time I'm Serious

In my usual frivolous way, of course.

I have applied for three jobs and signed on with two agencies today. All from the comfort of my big chair, with the dog's head in my lap.

Maybe after lunch I'll go write something. I got nearly 1700 words written yesterday--not a land-speed record, but nice. Maybe I should start posting daily wordcounts as a way of keeping myself honest? Except it always feels like I'm begging for strokes, which is maybe honest, but eew.

Never mind that. Back to the job search.

Nice

So I'm watching the Kennedy Center Honors. This year's honorees: Morgan Freeman, Twyla Tharp, Pete Townsend & Roger Daltry, George Jones, and Barbra Streisand.

Two notes: 1) Twyla Tharp is a dead ringer for Elizabeth Moon. Like, seriously. 2) When they sang the Who songs, for the last one--"Teenage Wasteland," they had a chorus of NYC firemen and cops. This makes sense (and explains why I got weepy) when you remember that at the first concert for NY after 9/11, the Who were one of the first groups to sign on, and sang the song for the firefighters and police in the crowd. It was a swell moment.

Bonus note: Idina Menzel has a swell voice, but needs to enunciate more clearly, and chill with the trills a bit. I never realized before just how good Streisand's enunciation is--and how spare some of her arrangements really were.