Got up extra early this morning to vote. I voted. A less exciting undertaking in practice than theory.
So, yeah, my life = blurred frenetic haze of legislative editing punctuated by non-legislative editing for The Fix.
I'm finding the editing mindset a bit hard to break out of...in an OCD sort of way. dude_the was here* for our annual Superbowl shindig (the only football game I watch), and we were out doing the Saturday beer run at the Wine Shop. Not being much of an alcohol drinker (or buyer), I amused myself by reading the wine descriptions. Three sentences in, I found myself with pen in hand, busily adding in the missing serial commas. fosteronfilm dragged me away before I could finish (or attract the ire of the shopkeeps). *twitch*
But we're now on Day 11, over one-quarter of the way through Session 2008. Rah.
*Actually, dude_the is still here, as his flight was cancelled last night, but I'm not sure if I'll get to see him off from his extended stay—or at all—as I'll probably have to work late again tonight. A bummer, as he got back from his wranglings with Hartsfield-Jackson airport last night after my bedtime.
Rich Horton (ecbatan) singled out my story, "Honor is a Game Mortals Play," as one of the best in the DAW anthologies from 2007. *Squee!* (Thanks to jimhines for the heads up!)
"Three sentences in, I found myself with pen in hand, busily adding in the missing serial commas."
God, I do that inter-office memos all the time. And sometimes it makes me cringe at the lack of knowledge of the basic rules I have to work with every day.