Making watermelon and pomegranate juice. I did something to aggravate my gut yesterday — I suspect my hydration/BCAA powder — and between that and the allergies, I’m moving slow this morning. I am trying not to evince lockdown psychosis, but this is one of those mornings where I cannot apparently be left alone for five fucking minutes so I’m observing breath and trying not to murder anybody. Inbox 10, and I have to do some deep focus today. Hahahahah. Fat chance. GOOD MORNING
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Made myself eat breakfast. Chicken and chorizo scramble. If this picture doesn’t go through to Twitter, I’m going to have to disable the Jetpack share and spend 15 minutes farting around with IFTTT and Buffer.
Inbox 19, but it looks fairly easy to clear in the next half hour. Straight into writing story documents and trying to land this rrrrreally annoying 8-pager that just doesn’t want to go. I also have to go out for supplies, and I kinda want to make a batch of chili, but we’ll see how the day rolls out first.
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CASTLEVANIA materials processed
Planted flowers, washed many pots and pans, cleaned kitchen, cleared and cleaned fridge
Checked in with Kevin Kolde, my co-producer, on a few things
And about seven emails, in the end. I think my own lockdown slowdown may be coming, and not a moment too soon.
Literally just found this on a search.
Last night was my monthly bout of insomnia, and I couldn’t breathe my way out of it, so I took a couple of painkillers and today I am, as expected, bleary as all hell. Luckily, work things started slowing down yesterday, and the overnight email is a reasonable 11, with only some HEAVEN’S FOREST and CASTLEVANIA stuff requiring immediate attention.
I said to someone yesterday, maybe I’m finally getting my pandemic slowdown. So I’ve just jinxed that.
I’m moving slow, so I won’t get back to anyone right away, and I have to clean the entire kitchen at some point today, so, I dunno, go and sit by the light and take a breath. All is well.
This is Aya the cat. Say good morning, Aya.
Inbox 16. Eyesight is a little blurry this morning. Marking up the boards — I have large white spaces on them for the first time this year, and I suspect they’re going to get emptier this week. But there’s still plenty to do, and I need more coffee. Morning, reader.
So over the weekend I wrote an entire episode of HEAVEN’S FOREST, 10 pages of BATMAN’S GRAVE and roughs for the rest of the episode, and the newsletter, and a lot of email. Consequently, I am a shell of a man today, and easily confused. Inbox 12, not sure what the day brings, but I have to get into the GENEVA bible today regardless. More coffee. Emails and messages will be reached slowly today.
But the sun is out and I have a new CD to listen to, so it’s not bad.
Sorting out the afternoon listening. Inbox 30, and 45 emails in the Bandcamp tag because today bandcamp.com are waiving their fees and giving the full whack of every sale to artists. This means that bandcamp.com will start breaking in about an hour, so keep reloading if pages fail. I have about twenty different things to touch today, so I’m going to be quiet. Visit Bandcamp instead.
Note: I bought all these records through Bandcamp.
Good morning. It is 1145am and I am barely in my body. Inbox 22 and a serious number of serious things to get done today. So, aside from anything else, it’s going to be a stress management day. Side-eyeing the news notifications telling me to look forward to at least another month of lockdown as I mix my protein/superfood smoothie. Fun new metric: according to the estimates made by Apple Watch, I can burn almost 3000 calories a day just thinking. If my brain could just explain that to my spreading arse, that would be great, thanks
Okay. Here we go again.
Hello from PANDEMIC-CAM-29. I think I’m looking good, all things considered.
The internet is still doing its off/on/off dance over here, as Virgin Media starts to crumble under the load. I was on BATMAN’S GRAVE all day yesterday, and will be on it again all day today. Have already fired off PROJECT GENEVA emails and processed overnight CASTLEVANIA emails, and have a bunch of deliveries arriving today (including, we hope, new earbuds), so daylight hours will be a bit scattered again. Inbox 18, and they’re just going to have to sit there while I figure out these issues of GRAVE in front of me. Which I need to do today, because tomorrow I’m into HEAVEN’S FOREST and the GENEVA bible, leaving the weekend for a new thing I haven’t codenamed yet.
Got around to watching the remaster of PHASE IV last night, while puzzling out a section of GRAVE, and holy hell Saul Bass’ original ending for the film that was cut out for theatrical! I may have to take a couple of screenshots this week and write it up for my own use.
So it turns out that if you drop your AirPods case from a height of about four inches, the case pops open and ejects your AirPods, one of them flying at velocity into some pocket dimension where you’ll never see it again. So job one today was to unpack one whole half of the office in search of it, and job two was to order another pair of AirPods.
Inbox 23 and I haven’t touched it yet, and apparently today is the day all our home deliveries arrive at once, so I’m going to be in and out of work and away from the keyboard and phone intermittently. I have a feeling that it’s going to be that kind of day.
Deep work day. Just letting Downcast on the old iPad play through my podcast backlog, starting with AMBIENT ATOMIC ORBITALS. Some days, you don’t want to be using up decision cycles choosing what to play, and that’s why I like my podcast app as, basically, a nice radio.
Went for a walk to pick up meds, and I see social distancing is over now. It’s just bunches of people wandering around and coughing. All gonna die.
Just wrestled the inbox down to 16, at 12.32pm. Let’s see what kind of day it’s going to be.