Categories

The primary reason I moved to wordpress from blogger is so my posts could be organized by categories. I know that people tend to gravitate to blogs that are about certain “things” and many blogs are far more focused than mine. So I wanted the categories so people only interested in writing could find those posts easily, and cyclists and GTDers, etc.

But it was only yesterday that I learned how to separate my blogroll into categories. (For some reason it isn’t labeled “links” or “blogroll,” however. They just start off with Bicycles as the first category and go alphabetically from there.)

So anyway, my point is — my links are now divided into categories and I’ll be adding to them, and adding categories. So if you’ve gotten lost in the mess prior to this, it should be easier to navigate now.

That’s all!

One Page Challenge - 2006

Two birds with one stone.

I found some very cool new (to me) screenwriting/film blogs yesterday. (Unk led me to MM who led me–eventually–to Matt.)

As if that weren’t enough — this morning Unk posted the first page of one of his scripts in response to a challenge from Michael who evidently started this a year ago with his first One Page Challenge.

So after much dickering and dinking with software (and help from nic and Unk) I have managed to upload the first page of one of my scripts.

And since I’m always being asked to let people read the script that won the Nicholl (and always saying, “no”) I figured this would be a chance to let you at least throw darts at the first page. (I already see something I’ve never noticed before and am itching to change it, but won’t.)

So I pass on the challenge — post your first page or any single page, and let me know you did! And also, you’re supposed to go here and post a link to your one-page. Let’s see how far it goes.

I showed mine. Now you show yours! (Oh, I think I’ll post another one later — one that hasn’t met with as much success.)

(Click this to see another one.)

Speaking of tats –

I linked to these the other day:

You know, cycling is the girliest of athletic endeavors, simply because it has so many opportunities to accessorize. Okay, my dilemma the other day, long sleeves or short, would have been eliminated if I’d had arm warmers. Arm warmers serve a real purpose. You start off riding on a cool morning and either the weather warms up or you do, and you just strip them off and keep riding. (There are knee warmers and leg warmers, too.)

And yes, I think I’m going to order those lovely tats. A lot more fun than basic black, even if basic black does match my shorts.

(Of course that thought immediately threw me into a tailspin. The black WOULD look better with my shorts and go with anything, even if they aren’t fun. Um, let me ponder this.)

But I digress.

Thinking about bicycle+tattoo made me think about the chainring tatoos cyclists usually get from their (duh) chainrings:

which reminded me of the woman on Team Estrogen who decided to design:

the real thing!

Well, temporary tats, anyway.

And wouldn’t they look cute on an ankle?

So I’m all primed to order some for fun when it hits me –

My bike doesn’t have a chain. Why would I want a chain tattoo?

::because it’s cute::

I dunno. This isn’t the best day for making decisions, I guess.

But anyway, if you want to know more about the chain tattoos email me and if you’re not an axe murderer or kidney stealer I’ll see if I can convince her to let me give you her email address so you can have some too.

And if you want to see more really cool chainring pics, you can go where I, um, borrowed that one above. I really love that red one WAY down the page!

Would my bike look too silly with a red chainring hotglued to it?

Oh hush.

Congrats, Chris!

Every time I stop by his blog, Chris has more stuff going on with his film.

One of these days he’s actually going to show up at one of these film festivals and pick up his award in person!

T.O.

Okay, this is what I think.

I am a Cowboys fan, not necessarily an NFL football fan. So other than the fact that he pissed on the star in the middle of the field when he scored yet another touchdown against us a few years ago, I haven’t paid a lot of attention to him. (Yes, I know he didn’t actually piss on the star. But … think about it. Do you know he didn’t? Did you wash his pants that day?)

And then, suddenly, Terrell Owens changed laundry and suddenly, he’s a Cowboy, and suddenly, I’m paying attention.

He’s even on my fantasy football team, The Wowboys. (He’s earned me a ginormous 2 points so far this year.)

So. What do I think about all this?

At this point, I’m being Pollyanna. Does that mean I believe he didn’t really try to kill himself? Well ….the police report is pretty darned specific. And it’s as difficult for me to believe that they wrote all that stuff down wrong as it is for me to believe that every media outlet on planet earth was somehow confused when they reported that Pakistan signed a treaty with the Taliban. (Yes, I got tired of posting links.)

And I have to notice that T.O.’s denial today was with his publicist/witness at his side, just as Musharraf’s denial was with President Bush at his side. T.O. says he didn’t try to kill himself, it’s a big mistake, and his publicist says she believes him, the cops got it wrong. Musharraf said, “… news reports had mischaracterized the deals. ‘The deal is not at all with the Taliban. This deal is against the Taliban. This deal is with the tribal elders,’” and President Bush says, “I believe him,” because “the media got it wrong” always works for him, right? Just as Clinton said, “I don’t know that woman,” and Hillary backed him up, because this new crop of deniers isn’t the first to deny, deny, deny.

Damn those pesky cops and media folks for getting it wrong.

Um, right.

So in what way am I a Pollyanna?

In the way of hoping that if the Dallas PD two-year veterans who answered that call weren’t mistaken, if the 9-1-1 call reveals T.O.’s publicist made a frantic call saying T.O. had attempted suicide –

I’m hoping it means he’s ready for help, because he’s in a good place for it. He’s here in Dallas where Bishop T.D. Jakes and a passel of Cowboys who’ve seen their own problems are ready to provide a support system that could finally turn T.O. around.

I believe that. I hope it happens. T.O. does not seem like a happy person, much less a balanced person. Even if I haven’t paid a lot of attention to him before, I’d like to see him find a happy ending.

And that would be true even if he hadn’t donned the Cowboy star on his helmet.

Good luck, T.O.