When autumn comes rolling around...
...we'll be lucky to get out of town, Fireman's Friends or otherwise. Yes, today is a real atomic day. Trish & I will be heading out to the State Conference on Mental Illness, a symposium for scientists & analysts, for the various consumers themselves, & a place where we ridicule Scientology & I Ron Steele (an amateur at Critters who made about 5 typos in his bio; it's hard to take someone like that seriously -- he wrote, "FYI, there's some very important work being done [words missing] who don't have shares in the drug companies to make these drugs illegal, due to their fraudulent nature. There won't be neuraleptics in the 26th Century. Hopefully". So I asked this bozo not to read any more of my writing; I return again & again to the subject of mental illness. So screw Scientology & Narcoholics Numinous; I'll take my "pills".)
Once Trish is up for breakfast & we've had our coffee, hers hot, mine iced, (the freezer isn't freezing the ice cubes solid again), we'll call Lisa at the Layout to see if she's buying our visi-cam. If she has the buckadingdongs on her, I'll go to a Bryan-less Layout (he finally had his hernia & skin operation) to pick up the cash. That way we can build up our Trips account & at the same time have enough left over for Toastie Bear. If Lisa doesn't want it, Say Bra might.
After lunch, I'll do some work on "Relayer". I'm trying to add the alien as a POV character, but am worried that I've already got enough of them. Maybe Adam needs to go. Yeah, even if the band Inner Cymbalism is in the story, adding an Eve would be too blatant. "Sophie" & "Soft Machine" also sound too much like each other.
Yesterday I had a real (manic?) burst of creativity in Pizza Hut. Car-girl had a dentist appointment, so she picked me up as soon as I ate at the Soup Kitchen -- BLTs & mushroom soup -- so I tried explaining Kuhn (duh. everybody's read it.) & then she didn't understand my reference to Sulloway's Freud: Biologist of the Mind (when actually I am a Jung American). Mostly, she didn't understand my referencing it to Haeckel, as she's never had to study evolutionary biology & remains steadfastly a Creationist. (Trish asked about the same subject in bed last night & I had to try to explain that there's no way you can "prove" Creation, as as soon as you posit a Creator the way is opened up to ask, "Who created the Creator?")
Car-girl eventually had to go, so, since it was a nice day, I volunteered to walk home with my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl. I sat there & sloshed down one pitcher after another of Diet Pepsi; I'd had an iced double-shot latte when Car-girl drove us home from the bank in the morning -- I mean, talk about being wired! So, all of a sudden, while I waited for Trish to finish lunch, I had the Mindstorm that, since clinical trials of psychedelic drugs have now resumed (in spite of things like the DEA's raids of medical marijuana patients), it might be time to revive Simon Farber, the hero of my MA Thesis. Originally intended as a 4-part story, the MA version was only intended to be the first segment. Most of the original material has been lost, but it's been burned into my memory cells by a thousand atomic submarines. It'd make a great motion picture 'cause of the special effects, along with an all-Doors soundtrack: the title of the story is Pheonix Enthralled, part I is The Celebration of the Lizard, part II Alive, She Cried, part III Lions in the Street & Roaming, & part IV The Crystal Ship.
Then, when we arrived at our residence, Trish & I relaxed awhile, before she took her shower. I was too burned out to play my keyboard, so we just kind of sat around until supper -- leftover pork -- & then Trish & I cleaned the hamster's cage & packed.
Karen Kalled about 7:30, told us to pack light, & asked when Trish would get off work. Hopefully, by 3:00; we'll be lucky to get out of town.
In bed we discussed the bit-cuh some, but I'm really glad I dumped her. Trish also had some concerns over "the Universe"/Creation, & I tried my best to answer her questions. We talked a long time before either one of us fell asleep. Once she's up, I'll be fixing toasted Frog. She likes that.
Once Trish is up for breakfast & we've had our coffee, hers hot, mine iced, (the freezer isn't freezing the ice cubes solid again), we'll call Lisa at the Layout to see if she's buying our visi-cam. If she has the buckadingdongs on her, I'll go to a Bryan-less Layout (he finally had his hernia & skin operation) to pick up the cash. That way we can build up our Trips account & at the same time have enough left over for Toastie Bear. If Lisa doesn't want it, Say Bra might.
After lunch, I'll do some work on "Relayer". I'm trying to add the alien as a POV character, but am worried that I've already got enough of them. Maybe Adam needs to go. Yeah, even if the band Inner Cymbalism is in the story, adding an Eve would be too blatant. "Sophie" & "Soft Machine" also sound too much like each other.
Yesterday I had a real (manic?) burst of creativity in Pizza Hut. Car-girl had a dentist appointment, so she picked me up as soon as I ate at the Soup Kitchen -- BLTs & mushroom soup -- so I tried explaining Kuhn (duh. everybody's read it.) & then she didn't understand my reference to Sulloway's Freud: Biologist of the Mind (when actually I am a Jung American). Mostly, she didn't understand my referencing it to Haeckel, as she's never had to study evolutionary biology & remains steadfastly a Creationist. (Trish asked about the same subject in bed last night & I had to try to explain that there's no way you can "prove" Creation, as as soon as you posit a Creator the way is opened up to ask, "Who created the Creator?")
Car-girl eventually had to go, so, since it was a nice day, I volunteered to walk home with my beautiful Bumble Bee Girl. I sat there & sloshed down one pitcher after another of Diet Pepsi; I'd had an iced double-shot latte when Car-girl drove us home from the bank in the morning -- I mean, talk about being wired! So, all of a sudden, while I waited for Trish to finish lunch, I had the Mindstorm that, since clinical trials of psychedelic drugs have now resumed (in spite of things like the DEA's raids of medical marijuana patients), it might be time to revive Simon Farber, the hero of my MA Thesis. Originally intended as a 4-part story, the MA version was only intended to be the first segment. Most of the original material has been lost, but it's been burned into my memory cells by a thousand atomic submarines. It'd make a great motion picture 'cause of the special effects, along with an all-Doors soundtrack: the title of the story is Pheonix Enthralled, part I is The Celebration of the Lizard, part II Alive, She Cried, part III Lions in the Street & Roaming, & part IV The Crystal Ship.
Then, when we arrived at our residence, Trish & I relaxed awhile, before she took her shower. I was too burned out to play my keyboard, so we just kind of sat around until supper -- leftover pork -- & then Trish & I cleaned the hamster's cage & packed.
Karen Kalled about 7:30, told us to pack light, & asked when Trish would get off work. Hopefully, by 3:00; we'll be lucky to get out of town.
In bed we discussed the bit-cuh some, but I'm really glad I dumped her. Trish also had some concerns over "the Universe"/Creation, & I tried my best to answer her questions. We talked a long time before either one of us fell asleep. Once she's up, I'll be fixing toasted Frog. She likes that.
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