I am tired and bored. If I could fly away tomorrow I would. I'm sure some of this will pass as I get more caffeine into me and feel a little less like killing everyone in the office so I can get a nap before the police show up. It's not that my job is boring, in fact it seems to be becoming less boring.
LJ has been working great for me since I coughed up for a paid account (I figure it's only fair to pay for something I like so much). Now DeadJournal is fucking up more than LJ.
OK, there is the caffufle with the whole "runaway production" thing where the Americans are whining about film production being done in Canada because it is cheaper to do here. My reaction to this is a big Pierre Elliot Trudeau one-finger salute pointed south. Our film industry has been hobbled since the 1920's thanks to our unwilling inclusion in the American film distribution system's "domestic" market.
I'm trying to judiciously word an e-mail to say that I can finish a project in a week if I am left alone to do it, but it will take a month if I have to hand-hold either of the less-experienced developers through the process.