Toros in the atmosphere
It's been cold the last couple days, & it only cost $1,500 to hire Sparky Pulastri. Ed & Denise are finally back from their trip to Australia. I invited them out for pizza, cuzza Trish's new job, but Ed said that it's much too cold to go anywhere -- & tomorrow we need to get the haldol in our blood so we can be better off than dead, & piss on I Ron Steele whose sci-fi burns your brain.
Steele just makes me mad, just like that bozo who complained, "I couldn't for the life of me figure out why someone would actually be excited about going out with a manic just out of the hospital, until I figured out that the character was messed up himself". This clown I complained to ye olde Critter Cap'n about; Steele I simply told never to read my writing again. Reminds me of the entry in my guest book by the Citizen's Committee for Human Rights -- a Scientology front. Cruise, Tom, Cruise. Scientology is more "fraudulent" than any of the meds used to treat mental illness; & what is the alternative? Warehousing people indefinitely? Giving them useless "alternative therapies" like herbs? Piss on the skinny dog, for that matter.
At least I'm 99% finished with Mindstorm. All that's left is "Introduction & Introversion", in which I explain/complain about how the original became so badly mangled after Scott Multi-Death read it. I still think it'd make a good comic book, as would the Invisible Hog. But for now I am returning my attention to running short stories thru Critters.
I've started one about tachyon-critters, but for the rest of this morning (until the mighty Insect Slayer wakes) I'll be working once more on "Astronomy Domine", which also obtained a couple stupid-bozo reviews at Critters, especially from the guy who claimed to have numerous advanced degrees & then told me to "take one [past, present, or future] & run with it," when this in fact would've left me without a story -- the premise is that there's a parallel universe where abandoned scientific theories are true. Once I'm more well known, I'll complete the novel I started with that theme, The Celebration of the Lizard. The Noc-Lar also employs this idea, so I'll finally be able to use some of my background in the history of science. If it wasn't about "acid" it would've sold already. I miss the daze of Nicotine Tim; it was just like Sister Ray said.
Trish is baking peanut butter cookies this afternoon, for the people at work. She really loves her new job. + it gets her out of this house (in this cold weather who wannabe?) so I have a couple hours to torment my typewriter or play with my Sana-ponic keyboard.
I'm becoming sick of going down to the Layout cuz Clean Noncorean has everybody playing Exasperation, & it leaves nothing for me to do, other than waste a perfectly good chunk of typewriter-torment-time for the sake of a non-balanced (usually) meal.
Were it not for the spike into my veins on Monday, I'd stay home... because of the Toros in the atmosphere.
Steele just makes me mad, just like that bozo who complained, "I couldn't for the life of me figure out why someone would actually be excited about going out with a manic just out of the hospital, until I figured out that the character was messed up himself". This clown I complained to ye olde Critter Cap'n about; Steele I simply told never to read my writing again. Reminds me of the entry in my guest book by the Citizen's Committee for Human Rights -- a Scientology front. Cruise, Tom, Cruise. Scientology is more "fraudulent" than any of the meds used to treat mental illness; & what is the alternative? Warehousing people indefinitely? Giving them useless "alternative therapies" like herbs? Piss on the skinny dog, for that matter.
At least I'm 99% finished with Mindstorm. All that's left is "Introduction & Introversion", in which I explain/complain about how the original became so badly mangled after Scott Multi-Death read it. I still think it'd make a good comic book, as would the Invisible Hog. But for now I am returning my attention to running short stories thru Critters.
I've started one about tachyon-critters, but for the rest of this morning (until the mighty Insect Slayer wakes) I'll be working once more on "Astronomy Domine", which also obtained a couple stupid-bozo reviews at Critters, especially from the guy who claimed to have numerous advanced degrees & then told me to "take one [past, present, or future] & run with it," when this in fact would've left me without a story -- the premise is that there's a parallel universe where abandoned scientific theories are true. Once I'm more well known, I'll complete the novel I started with that theme, The Celebration of the Lizard. The Noc-Lar also employs this idea, so I'll finally be able to use some of my background in the history of science. If it wasn't about "acid" it would've sold already. I miss the daze of Nicotine Tim; it was just like Sister Ray said.
Trish is baking peanut butter cookies this afternoon, for the people at work. She really loves her new job. + it gets her out of this house (in this cold weather who wannabe?) so I have a couple hours to torment my typewriter or play with my Sana-ponic keyboard.
I'm becoming sick of going down to the Layout cuz Clean Noncorean has everybody playing Exasperation, & it leaves nothing for me to do, other than waste a perfectly good chunk of typewriter-torment-time for the sake of a non-balanced (usually) meal.
Were it not for the spike into my veins on Monday, I'd stay home... because of the Toros in the atmosphere.
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