The Kind Of Stupidity Which Must Be Destroyed

Having seen my logline and resume on Inktip, a production company wants to see my teen SF script. They need me to sign the site's generic release form. That's when I realised I finally needed to revive my scanner from its two-year slumber.

Now, here's where my occasional bout of disorganised behaviour came back and bit me on the face. I realised that, although the scanner itself is sitting nearby, I had no idea where the two leads were. Or the software disc. In my defence, I moved house in April, and some things are still in boxes. Some of them are in storage too, and I suddenly had a vision of my scanner leads sitting in a box in Wembley.

I decided to buy a new scanner. This is fairly typically lazy-consumer behaviour of mine - last year I bought a new acoustic guitar, rather than working out how to restring the old one (having said that, the new guitar was also much better).

Thankfully, I was determined to have one last search for the leads... and there they were, in a box in a cupboard. And I downloaded the software. So hopefully I can now print the release form, scan it and e-mail it today. And I can stop wasting this part of your day with my inane babbling. But the point is: this kind of ridiculousness won't be happening again. This is the summer of knowing where things are. Arnopp II: This Time, He's Organised.