Lucy in the Sky w/ Diamod rings
Yesterday morning, Trish was prepared to take the car to work, then saw a few flurries & became worried that she'd be caught in a snow storm, so she called Theresa for a ride. Theresa is the short one, who I've only met once or twice.
I stayed home to write. I started over with a retype of "Relayer", which changed a lot of scenes; the style, if nothing else. I reached the point where the bridge crew is all assembled to deal with the alien, but realized I couldn't present the tech-talk well, without it degenerating into an "As you know, Bob". In the draft I sent Stan, it's on the part of the omniscient narrator. I'm going to have to see what Critters makes of the story. I'm also concerned that if I can't present the Eccles & Popper stuff, the "psychon" will rapidly degenerate into the Star Trek particle of the day, & the story, having originated as a Voyager screenplay, still bears too much the stigma of Star Trek.
I eventually stopped writing, to check my email. Amidst the spam I found a note from Lucy, saying that she is getting married Friday. I know you read this blog, Lucy, so congratulations from the Bumble Bee Bear.
Trish walked home yesterday, & I felt very sorry that she couldn't find a ride home. When she arrived, I fixed some spaghetti immediately, as she'd had no lunch; nothing to eat since her breakfast of pancakes.
She went into the shower once she finished eating, & I sat down to practice the keyboard. I've been playing the chords to Amazing Grace in the left hand, in all available voices on the keyboard. I particularly like the chord change, Dm7, G7. It goes to C after that, but I think perhaps I should go to E-G-C instead of C-E-G, so it'll go up, instead of down.
We cleaned Smelly Bear's cage, & Trish did some other house work before Jeffer Auss came over. I must say, my friend disappointed me. All he did was bring a movie over, then leave as soon as it ended. I wanted him to at least stick around & chat some. If I didn't need his soldering gun I'd probably back off from him.
We watched a little bit of Blues Brothers 2000 before having our bedtime pineapple. Trish wanted to mess around some; she was wearing her black underwear, but all it turned out to be was fondling. I still have too much haldol in my system to not-become impotent at bad times. If this persists after the haldol is no longer in my blood, I can always get a hold of some Viagra.
Trish sees Charlene Upstairs today, so our morning will be at the Layout. Car-girl & I do TA at 1:00, but she's taking Trish to Boys-&-Girls Club at 3:00, so I'll have those 2 hours to work on "Relayer".
Tomorrow Trish wants to drive me to work for a 25% off pizza luncheon buffet. I'm looking forward to it. The weather is supposed to be warm for a couple days, or at least not as cold as it has been, so I'm hoping she'll be able to drive to work some more for a few more days this month. We're turning off the insurance in the winter & reactivating it in the spring.
We also need to sell our camera so we can buy Toastie Bear. David really wasn't thinking when he bought the damn thing.
I stayed home to write. I started over with a retype of "Relayer", which changed a lot of scenes; the style, if nothing else. I reached the point where the bridge crew is all assembled to deal with the alien, but realized I couldn't present the tech-talk well, without it degenerating into an "As you know, Bob". In the draft I sent Stan, it's on the part of the omniscient narrator. I'm going to have to see what Critters makes of the story. I'm also concerned that if I can't present the Eccles & Popper stuff, the "psychon" will rapidly degenerate into the Star Trek particle of the day, & the story, having originated as a Voyager screenplay, still bears too much the stigma of Star Trek.
I eventually stopped writing, to check my email. Amidst the spam I found a note from Lucy, saying that she is getting married Friday. I know you read this blog, Lucy, so congratulations from the Bumble Bee Bear.
Trish walked home yesterday, & I felt very sorry that she couldn't find a ride home. When she arrived, I fixed some spaghetti immediately, as she'd had no lunch; nothing to eat since her breakfast of pancakes.
She went into the shower once she finished eating, & I sat down to practice the keyboard. I've been playing the chords to Amazing Grace in the left hand, in all available voices on the keyboard. I particularly like the chord change, Dm7, G7. It goes to C after that, but I think perhaps I should go to E-G-C instead of C-E-G, so it'll go up, instead of down.
We cleaned Smelly Bear's cage, & Trish did some other house work before Jeffer Auss came over. I must say, my friend disappointed me. All he did was bring a movie over, then leave as soon as it ended. I wanted him to at least stick around & chat some. If I didn't need his soldering gun I'd probably back off from him.
We watched a little bit of Blues Brothers 2000 before having our bedtime pineapple. Trish wanted to mess around some; she was wearing her black underwear, but all it turned out to be was fondling. I still have too much haldol in my system to not-become impotent at bad times. If this persists after the haldol is no longer in my blood, I can always get a hold of some Viagra.
Trish sees Charlene Upstairs today, so our morning will be at the Layout. Car-girl & I do TA at 1:00, but she's taking Trish to Boys-&-Girls Club at 3:00, so I'll have those 2 hours to work on "Relayer".
Tomorrow Trish wants to drive me to work for a 25% off pizza luncheon buffet. I'm looking forward to it. The weather is supposed to be warm for a couple days, or at least not as cold as it has been, so I'm hoping she'll be able to drive to work some more for a few more days this month. We're turning off the insurance in the winter & reactivating it in the spring.
We also need to sell our camera so we can buy Toastie Bear. David really wasn't thinking when he bought the damn thing.
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