Sunday, August 29, 2010
Burnout spawned drivel
Serge made a stab at steak tartare yesterday. Georgie was highly interested in it. What you can't see in the picture is the almost whispered whimpering he was doing. If you couldn't see, you'd have thought he was in some kind of pain. I'm sure we shouldn't have been eating raw beef, but we did use filet mignon and washed it down with bacteria killing alcoholic beverages.
Today is my last day of the two week workathon. But I only have one day off before I work some more. The real light at the end of the tunnel (hey look another platititude) will be next weekend when we have three glorious days off in a row. I was talking with my colleague this week about the idiomatic expressions (like the afore light at the end of the tunnel) and how we were taught to never use those as it makes your writing hackneyed and banal. Yet now, we are explicitly training people to use them because people being tested for language skills have to demonstrate that they can know and use them. Sometimes this causes us trouble because we can't think them up on the spot. Mostly though, it's dirtying our otherwise clever dialogue and writing.
I'm sure there's more but my brain is fried. I know what burnout feels like cause this is it. I can play the role of a workaholic temporarily but it's really not in my DNA. Sorry for the unscintillatingness (a word unheard of until now on the internets) of it all. I'm sure mojo will be in the offing sometime in September.