I'm not happy with my paper for the conference in Oxford. That's not unusual (when am I ever happy with something I've written apart from fleeting moments here and there?), but I have been particularly swamped with work and it had left me with a feeling of nagging doubt. So I woke up this morning with the thought that it's time to throw on the long coat and find my inner Captain Jack. The Torchwood one, that is. Amazing the power of the long coat: one of my favorite moments in the crazy Alex Cox film Straight to Hell is when Frank orders his desperadoes to "get out the long coats, boys." Of course, the Torchwood coats have been much parodied, but I feel now it's time to sling on the mental long coat and head out like I mean business. Then again there's revising, too, which usually helps.
Speaking of Captains Jack, the other captain has been spotted in northern Wisconsin. Thanks to my fabulous in-laws, Gene Sr. and Jane, we found out that Johnny Depp is currently filming a Dillinger movie up in their region. Hee hee: maybe they'll get me an autograph!
A million things to do, yet off to England tomorrow. At least it's a teaching light day: workshops and a film showing. I knew I'd be crazed by this date. The good news is that after Saturday I don't have another paper to give (maybe until next March -- could I wait that long?). The summer will be writing and some fun travel (gasp! even a possible vacation). But first I have to get through Saturday.