June 4th, 2007


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Another day in LA!

Work continues at a good clip. Barring incident, I anticipate finishing the bulk of it tomorrow night. There's still some small add-on stuff that'll need to be put together, but that shouldn't take too long.  I've been working my brain to the bone these last couple of weeks--the money's good, and it's work I'm competent at, but it's still pretty exhausting. I'm looking forward to having it done and getting some downtime. (Hopefully there'll be more of this sort of thing in the future, though! We've got a pretty solid line on another such gig--after that, hard to say, but here's hopin'!)

Been walking at Runyon every day. I don't know if it's all that exhausting a hike, really--I don't feel all that exhausted!--but I'm down a belt notch, and the housekeeper keeps asking me if I've lost weight. I don't know how that'd be possible, since the food--good lord! I had strawberry chai pancakes for breakfast, at a place called "Hugo's." They were delicious. The place had an entire page of the menu dedicated to tea. The descriptions were little paeans to the drink. I went for something called Yunnan Black (Bold, smokey, with hints of tobacco, cherry, and leather. Did not actually taste like an armchair. Pleasantly surprised.)

Networking is looking promising--got a possible line on a graphic novel publisher looking for stuff for kids. I've got a few proposals ready to go on that front, so we'll see if anything comes of that.

Still trying to get my brain around the idea of selling proposals instead of finished product. I know that's the way to go, but it's still kinda alien. (On the bright side, it's also a lot less work up front!) All those projects I've fooled with for a couple of days and then abandoned may actually start getting pulled from the mental closet...which leads me back again to my belief that no time spent tinkering on a creative endeavor is ever entirely wasted.

Opportunity is a strange thing.

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So the phone rings today, and I pick it up, and James says "You know a lot about animals, so I'm calling you. There's this snake on the back steps. I think it's a rattlesnake."

"Cool!" I said.

"NOT COOL!" he yelled. "I nearly stepped on it!"

Following some discussion, during which we determined it had no rattle, and I tried to describe a blunt pit viper head, and reticulation, and uttered such soothing words as "No, it's probably just a harmless little brown snake..." he took several photos from a safe distance and uploaded them.

I took one look and shouted "HOLY FUCK IT'S A COPPERHEAD!" into the phone.

James went into gibbering panic mode, as one might expect. I tried to recover from my slightly too enthuisastic ID by talking about what a beneficial snake it was and how happy he should be to have it there. "Fine!" he said, "you can have it in the divorce!" 

Possibly this is the first time that reference to my impending divorce has gotten a belly laugh out of me.

Anyway, he's convinced it's going to crawl into the house and eat his toes, and my attempts to explain otherwise may have been hampered by my early indoctrination by my father that Snakes Are Our Friends--I really shouldn't have mentioned that it probably lives under the house, that was not that smart--so if any herpetology types in the audience wish to assure him that it is a pleasant and mild-mannered serpent keeping down the wolf-spiders and not planning on falling from the ceiling and eating his face, he'd probably appreciate it.

And if it turns out my ID is totally off, and it's not a copperhead, he'd probably like to know that, too.

I'm pretty sure it's a copperhead
Part II