end of an era (or at least a couple of years)

Fred came over last night, in his shiny silver Batmobile. (I know fear & loathing: www.onewest.net/~jbauer/batmans.car) We played around with the keyboard some -- not as much as I would've liked; he arrived late as he got hung up trying to bring in his brother's cat. He brought over a copy he'd made of Imagine & I learned the chords & tried to pick out the melody.

Then the phone rang: Trish at McRonald's, as usual for a Saturday night, but... this was her last night of work, end of an era. Thursday she starts Pizza Hut. I hope the job won't be too much of a stress on her, but at least the paycheck -- we saw that movie -- will be larger (& what's this about time machines, when the opening held so much promise?).

Trish also almost passed her driver's exam Friday. She cut in front of someone. Although she'd blow a fuse if I told her that perhaps she shouldn't have her license, I don't want her driving until she's absolutely certain of being safe.

I'm still writing, but at a snail's pace -- though I'm certain it's faster than what I did in the City of Night; that was all done by sailing the darkened sea in a great big submarine. For now, I'm working on Ted's QA story, though it may require a 3rd run-thru at Critters as I'm adding all kinds of Crystal-line nightmares. I haven't even made a stab at doing a re-make/re-model of the latest chapter of Arn, what with Becca finally becoming aware that she's bipolar & that Soma did this to her.

I may be able to do some writing this afternoon, when Trish is out with Trish-uh! & hopefully won't be cutting in front of anyone. I'm kind of stymied with QA right now: the reinvention of Crystal is going slow; Mr. Fantasy is ill-defined -- so I may do the Ladytron of Arn instead.

& so it goes. (I am really Curt Vague-&-Nuts.)