missing Chromaverbia

Laura Lemm... whatever happened to her? The synesthete wife, mom, & brillig science fiction author who was kind enough to review several chapters of Arn while I was still running it thru the queue at Critters. The novel, which offended her traditional Christianity, is still far from complete. It's on 5-1/4" floppy, & I finally have Cheri's old computer wired together -- but it demanded a boot disc. Ted found the process on Help on Windows XP, so I tried to make one -- I/O error, not sure what that means. I may have to make another one. Other than that, we went out to Pizza Hut with Ed & Denise, who almost pushed her religious philosophy on us.

So where is Laura? She had an elaborate blog, but was apparently pissed when I got angry over her comments on Arn: "I can't stand your characters". You can't stand them, you can't stand me.

I've attempted to contact her a couple times by email. I just hope I didn't drive someone to suicide. It's painless unless you're dumb enough to actually try it.

Ms. Trish driving

Yesterday Ms. Trish fired up the bat-mobile (www.onewest.net/~jbauer/batmans.car) & drove to Pizza Hut. Yet although it's good that she's overcoming her fear of driving -- Trisha worked hard to teach her -- she's been having frightening dreams at night, dreams that make her cry in her sleep. It started when she was perhaps Kimothy leery, so she asked me to wake her up the next time that it happened. Indeed, it happened the next night, but even though I shook her on the shoulder I couldn't rouse her. The next night, I did waken her. The dream was about making out in batmans.car (minus the Transmutrix) & being in a car wreck. Last night she didn't wake me up crying. I have, though, suggested that if it keeps happening that she log her dreams for Dr. Vickie.

Speaking of dreams, last night I dreamed that the Blues Brothers 2000 were screwing a plug-in into the wall, but they had to be careful not to jiggle the wire that led to my stereo.

I may need a guitar amp. I think that the built-in speakers in my keyboard are starting to blow. We might have enough money for one after Trish's tax return, though this year we'll be working on the homemade speakers (made with a ho).

God's patent on Sunday expires

Looks like we won't be going to Church this morning. Trish likes to go on Saturday evening, but yesterday was a mess for us. She got up around 8:30-9:00-ish as usual & we watched her TV show we'd taped after a breakfast of French toast -- she wanted that rather than pancakes. Sabre had asked her to work Saturday, so after Battlestar Galactica we sat around & listened to the speakers while waiting for Fantastic Fred to take the Bumble Bee Girl to work.

Since she started work at 12:00, I mostly had a chance to look at my email & then took off for the Soup Kitchen, a place I avoided -- & leaving the house, period -- Friday cuz of the cold. I had a hearty meal & Gail took up a note we signed to Lillian, who'd had cancer surgery at the Invisible Hospital. Afterwards, I went out to Albertson's to pick up milk, eggs, cheese (singles that were on sale) & syrup. When I returned home I turned on the computer & then realized that I'd forgotten to buy soup, which Trish wanted for her lunch, so I returned to the grocery store for yet another time.

Then Fred called when it was 2:00, but Trish wasn't off yet, as she thought she'd be. Apparently, when Sabre asked Trish to work she meant 2:00-3:00, so Trish got in trouble with her boss. On top of everything else, the dishwasher had busted. Twice.

So Trish was Cranky Bear when Fred dropped her off. Just then Keith called, & I had to tell him to call back later. I had to calm Trish down, so after she ate her chunky sirloin burger soup I let her watch Charlie's Angels. After supper -- rewarmed spaghetti -- she wanted to take her bath while I tried to figure out SmartFTP, a program I downloaded so I could update my web pages. Then she wanted to watch the Olympics so I called Keith back & then Ed.

I went to bed early & slept soundly. Today Trish will be catching up with her cleaning & then we'll be going to El Taco Loco for lunch. It'll be a lazy day, & then we'll have pork loin for supper. We have an awful lot of meat in the freezer cuz Albertson's keeps having sales on it.

Well, Trish wants to type on her blog now, so I guess I'll be taking the Captain's chair & listening to the radio.

Toros in the atmosphere, again

It couldn't last. We'd been having warm, spring-like weather since X-mas, but now it's sub-zero. Yesterday I plugged Trish's batmobile in, at the same time that Fred showed up with my Beautiful Blonde Bumble Bee Girl. Car-girl has been seeing me Tuesdays & Thursdays now, so she gave the might Insect Slayer a ride to Pizza Hut Tuesday & picked her up during TA time with me. I had a salad bar, but perhaps I should stop eating like that: when Trish saw the Dr. Monday (a Medicaid cab ride) I weighed myself & I've gained 10 lb.s, though it's not the Risperdal in my blood which is doing this per se, it's that my appetite has increased. Fearless Taco seemed unable to understand this when I called him over the weekend; he wants Mother's Risperdal reduced when it's not really his call.

I did do a fair amount of writing yesterday, while Trish was at work. What surprised me about Critters' response to this story surprised me: no one complained that the 2 characters were lesbians.

Anyway, the alarm just went off & I have to cook Trish breakfast, so bye-bye blog.

3-day weekend

This is the 3rd day of Trish's 3-day weekend. Friday we went to the PPL, but didn't eat lunch there; they were having bony fried fish. Instead, after checking some money out of the Iron Claw Credit Union, we went to the soup kitchen, then to Fat Albertson's for some groceries, including some Rice Krispies & marshmallows, so Trish could make Rice Krispy bars for her people at her job on Valentine's day. Saturday we also went there, but mostly Trish just stayed home & cleaned.

We tried to set up Cheri's old computer, but the mouse was missing, & it's a non-standard mouse, & I'm not certain what kind of adapters it'd take to run one of this age. Although Cheri insists we took the mouse home with the computer, we're still going to have to go thru the vault at the PPL on Monday as I think that we forgot it.

Biggie the Blanket

This is getting to be a little ridiculous: Biggie's so paranoid that he refuses to give out his phone number, even to family. OK, so that's been going on for awhile, but now Fearless Taco told me last night that Dave told him, if there's an emergency with Mother, to "call [his] lawyer". I'm afraid that the dread Blanket-man has totally lost it. We need to get him into the Hotel Gonzo, but how? Only if he's cured will his spirit's future level ever brighten -- & he's going to have to lose the skinny dog first. Fuck herbs. I'll keep on taking my "experimental addictive antidepressants". I'm sure her family has the phone number. He's so obviously paranoid & it should never have come to this.

Yesterday we both went to the Layout, where Mary was watching a movie. After Trish left for the incredible Pizza I was about to leave, when Cheri told me we were having CHINESE -- I wonder what Joey would've thought? She's so popular. Then when I came home Car-girl called & asked to move our TA to 2:00. She was in a pissy mood about her cats having been kidnapped 2 years ago. I played around with Joshua for a bit, then read Jung, rather than tormenting my typewriter. We picked Trish up & went to Bi-Mart to pick up a shelf for Trish's movies in the basement. It cost 25 buckadingdongs. Plus we got a cold-pac of Mr. Fruity & some Rice-a-Roni.

When we came home Trish played Penguins for awhile, then we went to El Taco Loco for supper. I'd brought her a plate of Cheri's cooking for lunch. When we came home we watched Who Framed Roger Rabbit? & then John returned my call. The thing with Dave is really getting to be ridiculous.

blonde tattoo

So after I did the Kimothy Leery (I realize this blog is arranged chronologically backwards, so you won't know this until the next post that you read), Trish & I went to the Perky Pam Layout to socialize with diverse insane-types. We played our usual game of War, & then Pizza Hut Girl had to split because she had no time to waste. Fred gave her a ride yesterday, as snow was in the forecast. I went to talk to Karen Upstairs & found that I'd missed an appointment with Joe. Cheri fixed pasta, pasta, & more pasta for lunch.

When I came home I started to fool around with the page Norton had emailed me, & Norton nears anew. I finally found the link to click on to manually download Norton 2006, but it was only about 10-20% done when Fred came by for our keyboard/guitar jam, which does not have pearls in it & no Philip K. Fantasy beats U-boat. So I explained to Fred that we needed to go out to Pizza Hut to wait. He didn't like the idea. He's so intraverted that it's sad. We only had to wait a few minutes & Trish was off.

The Norton was still downloading when Trish finished her lunch of Chunky Soup, so I let her watch the Buffster kick ass until suppertime, when I fixed us some stir-fry.

We continued to watch the Buffster, when (Ma)Donna called Trish. Trish was a little rude to her, called Mary & nearly burst into tears, so we called Karen -- & then continued watching the Buffster.

Trisha finally showed up around 7:00 to dye Trish's hair. I went downstairs with them for awhile, then watched the end of an episode of King of the Hill, about Bobbie & a ventriloquist dummy. I went back downstairs to watch, & my watch stopped. When Trish was blow-drying her hair Trisha watched That 70's Show & agreed that Kelso is hilarious. We ate our fruit & went to bed. Trish is now a beautiful blonde in addition to being a beautiful Bumble Bee Girl.

Super Blow

God & I wish I had some Super Blow now... Freud flirted with it; Casanova: I live there, with Kimothy making me leery on Saturday -- dinner at the Lutheran Church -- & the Bumble Bee Girl having hot & nasty Ooga-Chugga while Francis waits in the hotornot email. In other words, I think I'm finally learning how to attract chicks. Yet I remain faithful to my Bumbe Bee Girl; she's so popular.

Super Blow Sunday we'd gone to Church the night before, so Trish mostly just slept in. We had Velveeta macaroni & cheese for lunch, then ordered a meat lover's pizza right before the game started. We told the guy to keep the change, saying that we know how Pizza Hut pays. Trish started to clean after the kick-off; I took my bath after the 1/2-time show as I wanted my hair to dry.

Of course there's also the matter of the rejection by ASIM. It's too bad that this had to happen. Ted still thinks "Trinities" could be a novel, but I'd rather finish some projects that I've already started. Also, if it won't sell in short form, will it sell in long form?

I discussed this some with Ted on MSN Messenger & mentioned it to Trish's mom when we called her -- but she emphatically said, "Good!" when I mentioned that Trish is scared of driving. Trish just needs to get her confidence up. I don't think she needs to be babied.