After that extended exercise in frustration known as ticket buying, I got to the Times around 4. The Magazine people like to have the Sunday puzzle before 3:30 Wednesday, but it couldn't be helped. I had solved the puzzle from home (I have NYT Quark on my laptop), but hadn't done the acrostic since I don't have a printer.
The printer I use at the Times was very light and hard to read, and I didn't know the addresses of any other printers in Will's new area. The normal computer guys weren't around, so I called NYT tech help and someone came and set me up for another nearby printer. And one of the computer guys showed up and changed the toner in the bad printer, since nobody on the floor seemed to want to do it (I'm just a freelancer so there was no way *I* was doing it). So I was back in business, and started test-solving the puzzles.
About 6:30 I realized I had not put the Sunday puzzle on the Magazine server, even though it was done earlier. Oops. I did this. But first I moved the puzzle to some completely wrong folder on the server; I'm still not sure where it ended up. Still later (the day seemed endless, with all kinds of little things going wrong), while preparing the acrostic Java file, I discovered a small error (just a space missing) and had to tell the Magazine people to ignore the first puzzle and use the corrected one. They probably are not too happy with me.
All this time, E-mails and IMs about Sundance ticket buying were going back and forth. Hectic.
I finally did all my invoices. Yay! Income is always a good thing.
In celebrity news:
*Chad Lowe and Hilary Swank are splitting up - career imbalance is never a good thing for Hollywood couples, especially when it's the woman with the more happening career. Maybe it started to be over when she forgot to thank him at the Oscars.
*Angelina is pregnant - if I were Jennifer, I'd be LIVID with jealousy. How did this woman - who used to be just a really whacked out actress/hottie - get to be Mother Teresa? Though I have to say those kids are adorable. But isn't Maddox getting too old to be carried everywhere? I used to wonder if he could even walk.
*James Frey's memoir may not actually be true - this doesn't really bother me. Just relabel the book as fiction.
Just so you know, everything here is true. I mean, why would I make stuff up about losing my sandals and then finding them again?
