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This TV thing is addictive, but not in an unfamiliar way... I feel like this whenever I'm really on top of any creative endeavor. (I never got this way with the books, but I did with the shorter articles I wrote around them.) The morning so far has been spent emailing people as I start preparing to make the next couple of shows. (All on the technical side; no calls for talent until I set up a shooting schedule.) My biggest motivation is the desire to improve on show #1.

I fear that I'm letting it take up too much of my time, but I can't stop thinking about it. Then again, it's sort of a vacation from my vacation, which I guess I kinda needed. And it's tangential to my other obsession. doctor_atomic has given me permission to have two (2) obsessions. Thank you, doctor.

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Next week I pop through two levels of recursion and return to ICCB, but only for a couple of weeks, after which I'll sink back to a pseudo-contracty position. (Which may be news to you; I may have last noted here that ICCB was just going to cleanly sever me from them to avoid union-contract kerfuffle, but someone has since found a workaround. Which is actually pretty good.)

Bugbomb!!

Noticed fruit flies hanging out near the sink. OK: time to do the dishes. Turn on water, flies skedaddle to wherever fruit flies go when the jig is up. Fill up sink, do dishes, drain sink to get at the silverware and finish up.

Notice sizeable clump of very recently deceased insect pupae in the corner of the sink. That wasn't my first thought. My first thought was: huh, seeds? rice? What is this, and why didn't they wash away? Why are they stuck... oh dear god

They were larger than fruit flies, but then again the poor babies had just drowned in a flash flood and probably took on some water. Close inspection revealed segmentation and what looked like eye-spots. So it was either some particularly exotic kind of rice pilaf I don't remember eating, or I have just narrowly averted what would have been the unquestionable nadir of my bachelor career thus far.

This page suggests that I dodged that bullet by less than a day.

The dishes were untouched, except for one spoon that many were clinging to. You may be relieved to know I trashed it, after observing the peculiar property that direct faucet blasts wouldn't budge them and yet I could push them around with my finger. Nature is mysterious and beautiful.

Update: Having destroyed their legacy, I am now dealing with a Fly Insurgency. They're being openly vindictive, doing things like walking around inside my toilet and then landing on my toothbrush, taking what revenge they can in the moments before I boil them away with horrible fly-eating chemicals. These flies have nothing left to lose, I guess.

Update 2: I must recognize the fact that I may have hit nadir anyway, just not digging quite as deep as I could have. I did, after all, finally succeed in cultivating a breeding ground for vermin. I mean, literally. Sigh.