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Yesterday, the mighty Insect Slayer had physical therapy, so we stayed home from the Perky Pam Layout -- Thursday I had to cook, & Trish-uh! was working -- & went out to Feed My Sheep when the Invisible Cab deposited Trish on my doorstep. Often, if they keep her there for a full hour, she'll have to eat at home, which is what we did Thursday: Trish-uh! gave us some leftover hamburger meat & I fed Trish some beef stroganoff (generic hamburger helper). Yesterday was hamburgers & asparice soup at the Invisible Soup Kitchen.
When we came home, I told my Bumbe Bee Girl that she couldn't watch the Buffster kick ass until all the grapes were on the dehydrator. She's planning on entering some homemade raisin-oatmeal cookies in the Invisible County Fair. However, Trish busted the plastic part off the dehydrator when she took it apart to clean it, so we called Fred, while I was playing with the Beat Monster on my Sana-ponic. I'd done Crystal Ship in various voices before that, but still don't feel comfortable adding the rhythm. So Fred fixed the machine, & in a couple days we'll have homemade raisins.
When Trish left for work -- I ate way too much stroganoff as I didn't think it'd be enough to be another meal; it was, so I didn't have a fruit salad when she got home -- I got on the machine (the machine wept blood) & wrote a note to Trish's mom; she's so funky there. Mostly, I wanted her to know about the dosage change in Trish's medication & that she hasn't really developed a lot of paranoid symptoms since then. Suzanne Locoweed didn't want to change it, but Trish decided to cut back on her own.
Once I was off the Icy Queue chat, I started to rework "Relayer", which had an ignoble birth as a Star Trek: Voyager screenplay, here so thoroughly mutated (like the Captain is gay) that it's unrecognizable, which was the idea; Stan won't take "previously published" material, & it was on the Internet. I'm working on this project in the interim of seeing people's responses on Arn: Part 2a, as they haven't started to trickle in yet, save for one guy, who said it had a great start, but then became confusing.
Today, Trish & I are making the hike out to McRonald's to pick up her bi-weekly paycheck. We're down to almost nothing in our savings account (save for the one Karen Kontrols & a lot of that'll go for the new fridge), & we have to use 1/2 her check for auto insurance next week, but at least Trish finally found someone else to teach her to drive. I want to paint the car black & put a bat-symbol on the side. Fear & loathing in the Bat-mobile!
Food stamps come in on the 4th. If we get plenty -- this month we got $92 -- we'll be good for awhile & won't have to check all kinds of money out of our joint account (which has gone for very few joints lately) to put supper on the table, but if they only give us 10 buckadingdongs, the way they did in June, we're probably going to have to go back to the Church for some emergency supplies. I guess (but I just don't know) that Trish'll make us chili-dogs for supper. It makes her feel good to cook once in awhile.
When we came home, I told my Bumbe Bee Girl that she couldn't watch the Buffster kick ass until all the grapes were on the dehydrator. She's planning on entering some homemade raisin-oatmeal cookies in the Invisible County Fair. However, Trish busted the plastic part off the dehydrator when she took it apart to clean it, so we called Fred, while I was playing with the Beat Monster on my Sana-ponic. I'd done Crystal Ship in various voices before that, but still don't feel comfortable adding the rhythm. So Fred fixed the machine, & in a couple days we'll have homemade raisins.
When Trish left for work -- I ate way too much stroganoff as I didn't think it'd be enough to be another meal; it was, so I didn't have a fruit salad when she got home -- I got on the machine (the machine wept blood) & wrote a note to Trish's mom; she's so funky there. Mostly, I wanted her to know about the dosage change in Trish's medication & that she hasn't really developed a lot of paranoid symptoms since then. Suzanne Locoweed didn't want to change it, but Trish decided to cut back on her own.
Once I was off the Icy Queue chat, I started to rework "Relayer", which had an ignoble birth as a Star Trek: Voyager screenplay, here so thoroughly mutated (like the Captain is gay) that it's unrecognizable, which was the idea; Stan won't take "previously published" material, & it was on the Internet. I'm working on this project in the interim of seeing people's responses on Arn: Part 2a, as they haven't started to trickle in yet, save for one guy, who said it had a great start, but then became confusing.
Today, Trish & I are making the hike out to McRonald's to pick up her bi-weekly paycheck. We're down to almost nothing in our savings account (save for the one Karen Kontrols & a lot of that'll go for the new fridge), & we have to use 1/2 her check for auto insurance next week, but at least Trish finally found someone else to teach her to drive. I want to paint the car black & put a bat-symbol on the side. Fear & loathing in the Bat-mobile!
Food stamps come in on the 4th. If we get plenty -- this month we got $92 -- we'll be good for awhile & won't have to check all kinds of money out of our joint account (which has gone for very few joints lately) to put supper on the table, but if they only give us 10 buckadingdongs, the way they did in June, we're probably going to have to go back to the Church for some emergency supplies. I guess (but I just don't know) that Trish'll make us chili-dogs for supper. It makes her feel good to cook once in awhile.