Hey neat, I just slept for 12 hours straight. Man I love my bed. I spent yesterday working with the ducklings on almost no sleep at all, but I think we got a lot of really solid stuff done, so I'm all right with it. (The ducklings are training designers, they are from India, and they are a) hilarious, b) superintelligent, and c) thoroughly overwhelmed by this thing we call "cold.") Together we are writing scenarios for simulations, which is a lot like coming up with the characters for a movie or comic book except that you care a lot more about their income bracket and disposable wealth and what phones they'd buy. It's Character Writing For Demographics. And yet I still got my mid-teen turbo-wise girl character into the mix yesterday. I CANNOT BE STOPPED.

Tonight's Golden Compass, and I have abandoned all faith. Tomorrow night, hilariouser and hilariouser, is the office Christmas party slash ambush, and boy howdy are they in for a surprise. Gotta buy a suit, and keep spinning the wheels.

Say what you will about Evil Qui-Gon, but that Batman flick doesn't work without him. Remember that the next time you make fun of his flowing hair, churlish goatee, or casual disregard of the pallies.

Frick I'm hungry. How does that happen? Cut down too many ninjas with my glowing green lightsabre blade on the slopes of K'un-Lun in my sleep? That makes me hungry now? Sure, it was cold out, but I was well dressed for the weather.