Days of future past
Hi, Everybodaddy,
Does Nobodaddy read this? Isn't this his job?
Anyway, I've been blogless for the last couple daze, maybe even a week, cuz I've been working on the MPC--the Most Productive Critter Award; I'm in this online writing workshop, Critters, & if you read/write 10 crits in a week, you get the award, which allows you to have your stuff bumped to the head of the queue. Now that summer's come rolling around, aburt's got out of town (Muhammad Ali likes the song, too), so I wanted to have my story looked at before the 4th of July, & spent a shitload of time working on the MPC. So far, though, I've only received one (1) review, & it wasn't even of the complete manuscript. Also, in the evening, I've been chatting with Joey, my Chinese girlfriend--3K for a round trip there; better off just sending pics & messages.
I'm a little pissed at the dread Blanket-man, though, or actually, his Karen Relationship. All he ever does is walk the dog & lay in bed, sick, & sex-up Krazy Karen; now, she claims he's too busy to put in the a/c, & it's supposed to reach 80 today & 87 tomorrow. Blanket-man used to always be helpful & work hard, then marriage? you wanna? changed him, not to mention the atomic bong. Ever since his Karen Relationship, his mental illness has been exacerbated, & he's totally paranoid & won't do anything about it cuz his wife thinks it's "a big conspiracy & a coverup". They run to the Invisible Health Food Store & buy herbs--stupid/hypocritical; she smokes--but won't see a doctor cuz--you guessed it--it's "a big conspiracy & a coverup". I hope they sail the Bobo Boat soon; certainly Biggie's sailed the darkened seas in a great big submarine long enough, not to mention being a Heavy Metal Addict from the planet Uranus.
Yesterday, I saw the eye doctor. So, like, yeah, I'm seeing eye doctors all the time as I've had glaucoma ever since I was a Jung lad, a student at the University of Nite City, to be precise. My eyes burned, the weed supplied me by Karmadharma & Bozo (not to be confused with the distinctively brown U-boat of Little Loathsome Lonnie) made the pain go away, so I put 2 & 2 together & came up with the dread mutant killer glaucoma, so-called because my Dad's eyes hemorrhaged & he bled to death.
I've just had my 10th surgery, in March, a tube shunt. The previous one was in December, when I was working on "Trinities". So I had a followup yesterday. Everything's fine, though I'm back to being maxed out on meds. The main thing is that Dr. Boes had an emergency surgery the morning he was supposed to drive up from the Fargo of the Invisible landscape, so he didn't arrive at Invisible City until after 4:00. People grumbled & complained, played musical chairs in the standing-room-only waiting room before his arrival. Certainly I moved around quite a bit as I had to use the bathroom several times; hypothalamic thirst, you know. Finally, around 6:00, I saw the doctor, pressure measurement, everything's fine--though he does want me to cut back on my fluids. & then I had to split because I had no time to waste. El Taco Loco provided a cheap supper, then over to Albertson's to pick up 3 'scripts & a box of cereal.
That's when the conflict with Karen began. I called up Biggie, who's always been helpful in the past & his wife picked up the phone; she babbled for 15 minutes--the woman never shuts up--then, when I asked for Dave's help, she told me how busy they are &c, which is a total lie. She sits on her butt all day while Biggie brushes the dog. Somehow, she even got on the good side of my mother--Union Maid--even though Karen calls herself "a recovering Catholic" & runs the church down at every opportunity available. I still need to talk to Dave about where he put the extension cord for the one air-conditioner. Karen promised to call back with that info, but didn't. I guess we'll just have to do it ourselves. The Blanket-man I knew most of my life wouldn't have acted this way; this woman polluted him, poisoned his mind.
Well, now, it's on to working on my Geocities site. I need to promote my book,
The Mind-Warp Era, under pen name W.C. Leadbeater (available at ). Since I published with iUniverse--at the behest of Heidi Hollis , all the promotion is, of necessity, self-promotion. Last week, before I started my MPC, I downloaded a pagebuilder program for my main site, but for now, I want to start a 2nd one, on Geocities, while the Mighty Insect Slayer watches her Buffy.
That's all for now.
Does Nobodaddy read this? Isn't this his job?
Anyway, I've been blogless for the last couple daze, maybe even a week, cuz I've been working on the MPC--the Most Productive Critter Award; I'm in this online writing workshop, Critters, & if you read/write 10 crits in a week, you get the award, which allows you to have your stuff bumped to the head of the queue. Now that summer's come rolling around, aburt's got out of town (Muhammad Ali likes the song, too), so I wanted to have my story looked at before the 4th of July, & spent a shitload of time working on the MPC. So far, though, I've only received one (1) review, & it wasn't even of the complete manuscript. Also, in the evening, I've been chatting with Joey, my Chinese girlfriend--3K for a round trip there; better off just sending pics & messages.
I'm a little pissed at the dread Blanket-man, though, or actually, his Karen Relationship. All he ever does is walk the dog & lay in bed, sick, & sex-up Krazy Karen; now, she claims he's too busy to put in the a/c, & it's supposed to reach 80 today & 87 tomorrow. Blanket-man used to always be helpful & work hard, then marriage? you wanna? changed him, not to mention the atomic bong. Ever since his Karen Relationship, his mental illness has been exacerbated, & he's totally paranoid & won't do anything about it cuz his wife thinks it's "a big conspiracy & a coverup". They run to the Invisible Health Food Store & buy herbs--stupid/hypocritical; she smokes--but won't see a doctor cuz--you guessed it--it's "a big conspiracy & a coverup". I hope they sail the Bobo Boat soon; certainly Biggie's sailed the darkened seas in a great big submarine long enough, not to mention being a Heavy Metal Addict from the planet Uranus.
Yesterday, I saw the eye doctor. So, like, yeah, I'm seeing eye doctors all the time as I've had glaucoma ever since I was a Jung lad, a student at the University of Nite City, to be precise. My eyes burned, the weed supplied me by Karmadharma & Bozo (not to be confused with the distinctively brown U-boat of Little Loathsome Lonnie) made the pain go away, so I put 2 & 2 together & came up with the dread mutant killer glaucoma, so-called because my Dad's eyes hemorrhaged & he bled to death.
I've just had my 10th surgery, in March, a tube shunt. The previous one was in December, when I was working on "Trinities". So I had a followup yesterday. Everything's fine, though I'm back to being maxed out on meds. The main thing is that Dr. Boes had an emergency surgery the morning he was supposed to drive up from the Fargo of the Invisible landscape, so he didn't arrive at Invisible City until after 4:00. People grumbled & complained, played musical chairs in the standing-room-only waiting room before his arrival. Certainly I moved around quite a bit as I had to use the bathroom several times; hypothalamic thirst, you know. Finally, around 6:00, I saw the doctor, pressure measurement, everything's fine--though he does want me to cut back on my fluids. & then I had to split because I had no time to waste. El Taco Loco provided a cheap supper, then over to Albertson's to pick up 3 'scripts & a box of cereal.
That's when the conflict with Karen began. I called up Biggie, who's always been helpful in the past & his wife picked up the phone; she babbled for 15 minutes--the woman never shuts up--then, when I asked for Dave's help, she told me how busy they are &c, which is a total lie. She sits on her butt all day while Biggie brushes the dog. Somehow, she even got on the good side of my mother--Union Maid--even though Karen calls herself "a recovering Catholic" & runs the church down at every opportunity available. I still need to talk to Dave about where he put the extension cord for the one air-conditioner. Karen promised to call back with that info, but didn't. I guess we'll just have to do it ourselves. The Blanket-man I knew most of my life wouldn't have acted this way; this woman polluted him, poisoned his mind.
Well, now, it's on to working on my Geocities site. I need to promote my book,
The Mind-Warp Era, under pen name W.C. Leadbeater (available at ). Since I published with iUniverse--at the behest of Heidi Hollis , all the promotion is, of necessity, self-promotion. Last week, before I started my MPC, I downloaded a pagebuilder program for my main site, but for now, I want to start a 2nd one, on Geocities, while the Mighty Insect Slayer watches her Buffy.
That's all for now.
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