Hot or Not? (time-wasting)
After Bridget left with Trish for work yesterday, I waited for her call, then read Science News Online and Scifiweekly.com. My interest in science transcends my interest in science fiction. SF is simply a good way to speculate, albeit with characters and a plot. Yes, plot, unfortunately: the New Wave, 60s science fiction, has long since been abandoned, for genre norms. At least I should be able to introduce Farber & Two Ways to Analog, in whatever form.
At lunchtime, I went over to Feed My Sheep, then out to the grocery store, for ingredients to my nacho bake. It's a recipe that I got off the back of a macaroni-&-cheese dinner. I spent $16 + change, & nearly exhausted our food stamp card.
Then I got online & wasted a lot of my time looking at photos of girls on hotornot.com. I'm not sure why I do this. It's a waste of time, & the few women with whom I've made contact, have been con artists, save for Katrina, who commited suicide.
When I finally got to "Requiem for a Black Angel", the "new" chapter 10 of Mind-Warp, I mostly just edited the thing. This made me realize what needs to be done, before I move on to some material that's closer to final draft status. The main problem with the story as-is, is that I'm dealing with combining 2 strata, one in which Nikki is Lead's girlfriend, & the other in which he's still obsessed with Sophie. Beyond that, the scene with the monad needs to be fleshed out.
I finished the draft about the time Trish called home from work, at 3:00. She's been having problems dealing with Saturdays. One of the bosses told her to just keep doing dishes until 3:00, do the silverware, & then go home, in spite of which, according to Trish, Bridget doesn't want her to leave. I hope that she's not so concerned with seeing her Sweet Pookie Bear that it's interfering with her job.
Trish got a ride home, with Becky. She then ran over to Albertson's to pick up some things, including a couple of bottles of Gatorade that were on special. She skipped lunch for a Power Bar that she bought on her shopping trip. She took her shower around 4:30.
Since my vision's so bad, I wanted her in the kitchen with me when I cooked. This led to a big argument about what to do with the hamburger grease. I said putting it in a spaghetti drainer & pouring hot water over it shouldn't cause the pipes to become clogged; she disagreed; we both turned into Cranky Bear, until a phone call to Denise settled it: pour it into a coffee can & throw it outside.
I started the hamburger & macaroni while Trish was still in the shower. When she got out we started to mix up the ingredients, & assemble them in a casserole dish. I used the big red metal one, instead of the glass one, at Trish's suggestion, spraying it with the Albertson's version of Perky Pam.
While it cooked Trish ran over to the buckadingdong store for dish soap. It was ready when she finally returned. We had plenty of leftovers, & put some in the freezer.
After I took my bath, Trish did a little cleaning. Charlene has her on a new program where she cleans for 1/2 an hour every day. This will free up her days off for fun things.
We finally watched Battlestar Galactica, but I hadn't left the tape running long enough (it was 2 hours, not one), which really disappointed us. After that we watched an episode of the A-Team on TVLand & went to bed.
I woke up around 5:20 this morning. I'd also woke up around 2:30. I had a dream that Trish had re-set the alarm clock, & that she took her pill, then went back to bed. Eventually, I slept some more. When I got up early, Trish was still awake, & wanted to cuddle, but I told her that I couldn't sleep any longer.
I checked my email, erased a lot of spam, & mostly just had a Critters weekly ping, & a note from the Dazed Poetry Webring saying that they were moving to a different site. As for the weekly ping, I noted that there'd been one review of TC. Ted never forwarded it to me, so it must've been from someone who thought that it was horror. I'm looking forward to hearing from the SF crowd on it, 'cause I think it's real Analog-y. However, I want Ted to do his own draft before sending it to me. Perhaps it's good that Ted screwed up, because I want to finish Mindstorm before returning to work on genre materials. With my vision failing, I may have to rely on collaborations to finish some of my projects.
I also wrote to Joey this morning, to give her a little political background to my paranoia. I'm glad that the Foley scandal hit when it did, as if we put the Dems in Congress, it'll hobble Bush until the election.
At lunchtime, I went over to Feed My Sheep, then out to the grocery store, for ingredients to my nacho bake. It's a recipe that I got off the back of a macaroni-&-cheese dinner. I spent $16 + change, & nearly exhausted our food stamp card.
Then I got online & wasted a lot of my time looking at photos of girls on hotornot.com. I'm not sure why I do this. It's a waste of time, & the few women with whom I've made contact, have been con artists, save for Katrina, who commited suicide.
When I finally got to "Requiem for a Black Angel", the "new" chapter 10 of Mind-Warp, I mostly just edited the thing. This made me realize what needs to be done, before I move on to some material that's closer to final draft status. The main problem with the story as-is, is that I'm dealing with combining 2 strata, one in which Nikki is Lead's girlfriend, & the other in which he's still obsessed with Sophie. Beyond that, the scene with the monad needs to be fleshed out.
I finished the draft about the time Trish called home from work, at 3:00. She's been having problems dealing with Saturdays. One of the bosses told her to just keep doing dishes until 3:00, do the silverware, & then go home, in spite of which, according to Trish, Bridget doesn't want her to leave. I hope that she's not so concerned with seeing her Sweet Pookie Bear that it's interfering with her job.
Trish got a ride home, with Becky. She then ran over to Albertson's to pick up some things, including a couple of bottles of Gatorade that were on special. She skipped lunch for a Power Bar that she bought on her shopping trip. She took her shower around 4:30.
Since my vision's so bad, I wanted her in the kitchen with me when I cooked. This led to a big argument about what to do with the hamburger grease. I said putting it in a spaghetti drainer & pouring hot water over it shouldn't cause the pipes to become clogged; she disagreed; we both turned into Cranky Bear, until a phone call to Denise settled it: pour it into a coffee can & throw it outside.
I started the hamburger & macaroni while Trish was still in the shower. When she got out we started to mix up the ingredients, & assemble them in a casserole dish. I used the big red metal one, instead of the glass one, at Trish's suggestion, spraying it with the Albertson's version of Perky Pam.
While it cooked Trish ran over to the buckadingdong store for dish soap. It was ready when she finally returned. We had plenty of leftovers, & put some in the freezer.
After I took my bath, Trish did a little cleaning. Charlene has her on a new program where she cleans for 1/2 an hour every day. This will free up her days off for fun things.
We finally watched Battlestar Galactica, but I hadn't left the tape running long enough (it was 2 hours, not one), which really disappointed us. After that we watched an episode of the A-Team on TVLand & went to bed.
I woke up around 5:20 this morning. I'd also woke up around 2:30. I had a dream that Trish had re-set the alarm clock, & that she took her pill, then went back to bed. Eventually, I slept some more. When I got up early, Trish was still awake, & wanted to cuddle, but I told her that I couldn't sleep any longer.
I checked my email, erased a lot of spam, & mostly just had a Critters weekly ping, & a note from the Dazed Poetry Webring saying that they were moving to a different site. As for the weekly ping, I noted that there'd been one review of TC. Ted never forwarded it to me, so it must've been from someone who thought that it was horror. I'm looking forward to hearing from the SF crowd on it, 'cause I think it's real Analog-y. However, I want Ted to do his own draft before sending it to me. Perhaps it's good that Ted screwed up, because I want to finish Mindstorm before returning to work on genre materials. With my vision failing, I may have to rely on collaborations to finish some of my projects.
I also wrote to Joey this morning, to give her a little political background to my paranoia. I'm glad that the Foley scandal hit when it did, as if we put the Dems in Congress, it'll hobble Bush until the election.
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