Monday, September 8, 2008

Frustration, thy name is babbins

The baby is going through some kind of mental growth spurt, because she has been wicked hard to put to bed lately. Usually naps go very well, but today I've been trying for over two hours.

She better be a genius baby, that's all I'm saying.

I suppose it could have been my fault. We played some, but I hardly tuckered her out. Still, it's a change.

Gah.

In other news I started an online writing portfolio at matthewgallagher.wordpress.com

If I'm going to get a good writing job, I need to assemble a portfolio, and since people I asked aren't giving me any advice, I'm just doing it myself. A lot of my work is trapped on an old hard drive. maybe I can get zach to walk me through installing it on my new computer. Right now I've only got a TVTV sketch up there, but it's cool.

It's not really a portfolio format, but it seems people are just using blogs for this kind of thing now, so I'll make what I can out of it. Super fun.

Saturday, September 6, 2008

RNCC et al

Well, we just had the Republican National Convention come to town. That was a good time. I didn't get to go, or anything, and most business was probably scared away by the psychotic protesters, but that's the world we're living in. Where nutroots liberals attack a bus full of cub scouts and it doesn't even make the evening news.

Speaking of protesting, we had a few student protests. They were walk outs. It got me thinking, why do students always protest something by skipping classes? They skip class to stage a sit-in, or skip class to go to a rally, or skip class and just go home. It's so transparent, one wonders why anyone pays any attention to student opinion. You never see students coming to school early to stage a protest before class, or stay after school, do you?

Nope, you don't.

On a brighter note, I got to see Dennis Prager in person, and I even navigated the trecherous fancy-schmancy St. Paul Summit neighborhood to do it. Nora got to go, which was awkward, because Dennis was speaking, and as cute as Nora is, she doesn't realize that people aren't there to hear her go "Da!" So I spent an awful lot of time stuffing things in her mouth to shut her up.

A good time was had by all. Prager even joshed me for bringing a baby, but then he patted my shoulder letting me know he was joking...at least I think he was joking. Hmmm...

So, on the job front there's really no news to speak of. Except that I've become even more terrified of getting a job like Tipper's. My hope is to start writing more, not because I think I can make a living at it, but because I want to do something productive. I do want to get a portfolio together, and to start my writing group, the Dead Hemmingways, and to finish my book. I need rejoin the Loft so I can go to author events and mingle, and pimp my book. Tipper gets frightened when I talk about it, like someone will steal it, but in truth you should talk about your book to anyone who'll listen. You never know who has the power and interest to help you.

Besides, it's not so much the concept that's so good, but the writing, if I do say so myself, and yes, I believe I do say that a lot...starting now.