Trisha & the Invisible Cookie Factory
Sunday was Trish's day to bake cookies, for the people at work. We skipped Church that day, even though the cold weather wasn't much of a problem; St. Inkidink's only a block away. About 11:00 we ate at El Taco Loco & had a couple Crazy Tacos.
We've ordered 2 copies of The Mind-Warp Era; Trish's original plan was to send one to her mother & one to her father, but I pointed out, while Trish chowed down on her incredible & crazy taco, that the story includes a lot of drugz & sex, so her father might not like it. We decided instead to send it to Jerome & Kenneth. I suppose Dion would like to read it, too, but it's not "science fiction", & in the re-make/re-model I'm working to remove or render ambiguous the superficial science fiction elements which I stuck there after Scott Multi-Death complained about the lack of them. Basically, I think I got screwed by Multi-Death & Philip K. Dick just did me with UBIK.
So after she did some more chores -- I kicked back & listened to CDs -- she started the Amazing Peanut Butter Cookies. Monday we brought some in to the Layout, then went upstairs for our shots, & Scientology kills. We really need to expose the abuses of Scientology, which is comparable to the history of Nazism.
Fred gave Trish a ride to work, as Car-girl was in the Fargo of the Invisible landscape yesterday. It was damn cold, in spite of which I had to walk the extra couple blocks to Western Drug in 0 degree weather to pick up our prescriptions. Then when I got home, I plugged in Trish's car -- or at least tried to: the cord needed an adaptor for converting 3 prong to 2, so I ran over to the Invisible Hardware Store to pick one up. Then, when I got home, the cord wouldn't reach, so I had to buy an extension cord.
After that, when the haldol kicked in (cuz I'm better off than dead) I didn't feel like typewriter torment, so I watched the Doors. About 1/2-way thru, though, I (finally) decided to put our medicine away -- they'd given me the wrong package, so I ran back over to the Invisible drugstore & swapped them out.
Then Fred brought my beautiful Bumblebee Girl home. She put on some dry clothes, then started watching music videos with me. I started the chicken-fried steak about 5, & made some over-dry potatoes & brussel sprouts, which Trish likes to eat with mayonnaise. I took my bath immediately afterward, then we did some dishes & laundry, allowing time for the hot water heater to recover from its loss.
Today will be a Car-girl TA day. I'm not certain if I'm going to the Layout today, at least not unless I can avoid it: I can't deal with the aggravation, or Clean Noncorean shouting, "Magoo" constantly, even though I think it's good for the guy to at least be flirting.
This morning, I received a note from Jim Baen's universe saying "Fragile Eggshell Mind" wasn't what they wanted, but I'm "on the right track". I guess QA will go there when Ted & I finish the re-make/re-model. In the meantime, I've sent the story on to a different market, one which also accepts e-subs.
We've ordered 2 copies of The Mind-Warp Era; Trish's original plan was to send one to her mother & one to her father, but I pointed out, while Trish chowed down on her incredible & crazy taco, that the story includes a lot of drugz & sex, so her father might not like it. We decided instead to send it to Jerome & Kenneth. I suppose Dion would like to read it, too, but it's not "science fiction", & in the re-make/re-model I'm working to remove or render ambiguous the superficial science fiction elements which I stuck there after Scott Multi-Death complained about the lack of them. Basically, I think I got screwed by Multi-Death & Philip K. Dick just did me with UBIK.
So after she did some more chores -- I kicked back & listened to CDs -- she started the Amazing Peanut Butter Cookies. Monday we brought some in to the Layout, then went upstairs for our shots, & Scientology kills. We really need to expose the abuses of Scientology, which is comparable to the history of Nazism.
Fred gave Trish a ride to work, as Car-girl was in the Fargo of the Invisible landscape yesterday. It was damn cold, in spite of which I had to walk the extra couple blocks to Western Drug in 0 degree weather to pick up our prescriptions. Then when I got home, I plugged in Trish's car -- or at least tried to: the cord needed an adaptor for converting 3 prong to 2, so I ran over to the Invisible Hardware Store to pick one up. Then, when I got home, the cord wouldn't reach, so I had to buy an extension cord.
After that, when the haldol kicked in (cuz I'm better off than dead) I didn't feel like typewriter torment, so I watched the Doors. About 1/2-way thru, though, I (finally) decided to put our medicine away -- they'd given me the wrong package, so I ran back over to the Invisible drugstore & swapped them out.
Then Fred brought my beautiful Bumblebee Girl home. She put on some dry clothes, then started watching music videos with me. I started the chicken-fried steak about 5, & made some over-dry potatoes & brussel sprouts, which Trish likes to eat with mayonnaise. I took my bath immediately afterward, then we did some dishes & laundry, allowing time for the hot water heater to recover from its loss.
Today will be a Car-girl TA day. I'm not certain if I'm going to the Layout today, at least not unless I can avoid it: I can't deal with the aggravation, or Clean Noncorean shouting, "Magoo" constantly, even though I think it's good for the guy to at least be flirting.
This morning, I received a note from Jim Baen's universe saying "Fragile Eggshell Mind" wasn't what they wanted, but I'm "on the right track". I guess QA will go there when Ted & I finish the re-make/re-model. In the meantime, I've sent the story on to a different market, one which also accepts e-subs.
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