Rootboy Canal
Yeah, & there's intelligent life on Mars & they built canals there; the new & mutated Mars is the planet Lucifer, where Becca has her own personal Mindstorms -- gotta clear up some of the hallucination, the Critters have made that clear.
So the Rootboy canal occurred yesterday, when Car-girl took me to Malta. Trish woke up early that day, worried about her tumor. God & I hope it's not cancer. To amuse myself while waiting for Car-girl I tried to figure out the coda of The Crystal Ship. We picked up a veggie burrito on the way out of town. The procedure itself was more tedious than it was painful, though my jaws ached quite a bit when he finished. As soon as he finished I ran for the bathroom, then called Bumble Bee Girl.
When we arrived here Trish had us mostly packed for our trip to MisCon, with a message that Jeffer Auss had called. We almost missed Ken's phone call; he made it while we were preparing to go to El Taco Loco for Crazy Tacos. After we ate there Jeffer came over & installed the final L-pad on my rear speakers.
Today the Invisible Car-girl will take us to Griffels, to hop the magic bus to the Invisible Suburb. We will not be heading down Dawn's Highway, instead we'll be heading into twilight. Night divides the Day & I think Dr. Day has quit practicing. I know he had me all under-medicated.
So once we leave the City of Invisible we'll be on the bus for 5 hours. We'll need to eat at McRonald's or something, grab a sandwich & Mr. Fruity. (They have it in Japan.) Trish is, of course, excited about the trip 'cause we're both in the masquerade this year. She's Trisha the Insect Slayer & I'm the Bumble Bee Beast.
The only things that could conceivably cause a lurid pallor this vacation are Trish's biopsy & my mother's deteriorating condition. Some email from John arrived yesterday about making preparations for an impending funeral; how we get the body back home &c &c. I called the Invisible funeral home & sent their 800 number to Fearless Taco. Perhaps the funeral will be the last chance I have of seeing my family, all save Biggie 'cause the skinny dog will probably tell him she "ruined his life for 17 years". I wish we could do something about the Karen Relationship, but I think Biggie has to find out himself she's a gold digger.
So the Rootboy canal occurred yesterday, when Car-girl took me to Malta. Trish woke up early that day, worried about her tumor. God & I hope it's not cancer. To amuse myself while waiting for Car-girl I tried to figure out the coda of The Crystal Ship. We picked up a veggie burrito on the way out of town. The procedure itself was more tedious than it was painful, though my jaws ached quite a bit when he finished. As soon as he finished I ran for the bathroom, then called Bumble Bee Girl.
When we arrived here Trish had us mostly packed for our trip to MisCon, with a message that Jeffer Auss had called. We almost missed Ken's phone call; he made it while we were preparing to go to El Taco Loco for Crazy Tacos. After we ate there Jeffer came over & installed the final L-pad on my rear speakers.
Today the Invisible Car-girl will take us to Griffels, to hop the magic bus to the Invisible Suburb. We will not be heading down Dawn's Highway, instead we'll be heading into twilight. Night divides the Day & I think Dr. Day has quit practicing. I know he had me all under-medicated.
So once we leave the City of Invisible we'll be on the bus for 5 hours. We'll need to eat at McRonald's or something, grab a sandwich & Mr. Fruity. (They have it in Japan.) Trish is, of course, excited about the trip 'cause we're both in the masquerade this year. She's Trisha the Insect Slayer & I'm the Bumble Bee Beast.
The only things that could conceivably cause a lurid pallor this vacation are Trish's biopsy & my mother's deteriorating condition. Some email from John arrived yesterday about making preparations for an impending funeral; how we get the body back home &c &c. I called the Invisible funeral home & sent their 800 number to Fearless Taco. Perhaps the funeral will be the last chance I have of seeing my family, all save Biggie 'cause the skinny dog will probably tell him she "ruined his life for 17 years". I wish we could do something about the Karen Relationship, but I think Biggie has to find out himself she's a gold digger.
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