yesterday & today...
...it's the same old story, all of their glory is a pantomime...
Yesterday, I continued my vacation from the computer, to watch the Doors (a perpetual source of inspiration for me). I'd planned to go out to El Taco Loco for lunch, however, I got hungry before the movie ended, so I grabbed a peanut butter sandwich & an apple. I started The Wall, but Fred called. At the time I almost wished he hadn't, as I'm exploring to listening to more things with the ProLogic setting on my antiquated JVC receiver, instead of the Theater mode. But I invited him over anyway, since the DVD player resumes where you left off when it turns back on. About the time the movie ended, Trish came home, carrying vegetables. I enjoyed them, since all I'd had other than the sandwich had been an apple. We finished off the sketti that I'd made a couple nights ago. I watched a little bit of TV in the evening, but I don't remember what I watched (which shows how good it was).
Today I woke up around 6:20. I didn't get to the blog like usual, as Ted had sent back MR with an elaborate apology -- he copped out of doing the extra scene, instead altering a few sections that didn't need it & providing some background on Y & S. OK, so maybe that stuff needed to be done, but I told him that he can just take his time with the story: I want to resume work on Phoenix Enthralled, which I retired after becoming a boarder at the Hotel Gonzo. I did do a couple redrafts, like the one Carole Moron hated (can't find anything about her on the Internet) & the one Stan Schmidt liked. It had the fastest turn-around time ever: 6 days. I mailed it on a Monday & it came back on a Saturday. I want to send him a brief (hopefully) outline & request that, if I do it as a 3-part serial, & he wants to see a sample, I work up the first 5K words of each section.
Writing the outline is my writing chore for the day. I also have to work on the chords to Light My Fire. I could've started all this earlier, but once more, I wasted a lot of time on Hot or Not. I think I'm insecure about love/sex, & try to double-match with women, even though I explicitly state "pen pals only", because I was so hated in college. From my suicide note to Becky to the error of desiring VADIS, I think it left me with doubts about my worth as a human being. This is why Trish is so special. The girl with the teddy bear collection really cares. I may skim a few more profiles before lunch, but frankly, the days of Vadisadism inflicted by Alfalfa High have long since vanished. I have somebody to love.
Yesterday, I continued my vacation from the computer, to watch the Doors (a perpetual source of inspiration for me). I'd planned to go out to El Taco Loco for lunch, however, I got hungry before the movie ended, so I grabbed a peanut butter sandwich & an apple. I started The Wall, but Fred called. At the time I almost wished he hadn't, as I'm exploring to listening to more things with the ProLogic setting on my antiquated JVC receiver, instead of the Theater mode. But I invited him over anyway, since the DVD player resumes where you left off when it turns back on. About the time the movie ended, Trish came home, carrying vegetables. I enjoyed them, since all I'd had other than the sandwich had been an apple. We finished off the sketti that I'd made a couple nights ago. I watched a little bit of TV in the evening, but I don't remember what I watched (which shows how good it was).
Today I woke up around 6:20. I didn't get to the blog like usual, as Ted had sent back MR with an elaborate apology -- he copped out of doing the extra scene, instead altering a few sections that didn't need it & providing some background on Y & S. OK, so maybe that stuff needed to be done, but I told him that he can just take his time with the story: I want to resume work on Phoenix Enthralled, which I retired after becoming a boarder at the Hotel Gonzo. I did do a couple redrafts, like the one Carole Moron hated (can't find anything about her on the Internet) & the one Stan Schmidt liked. It had the fastest turn-around time ever: 6 days. I mailed it on a Monday & it came back on a Saturday. I want to send him a brief (hopefully) outline & request that, if I do it as a 3-part serial, & he wants to see a sample, I work up the first 5K words of each section.
Writing the outline is my writing chore for the day. I also have to work on the chords to Light My Fire. I could've started all this earlier, but once more, I wasted a lot of time on Hot or Not. I think I'm insecure about love/sex, & try to double-match with women, even though I explicitly state "pen pals only", because I was so hated in college. From my suicide note to Becky to the error of desiring VADIS, I think it left me with doubts about my worth as a human being. This is why Trish is so special. The girl with the teddy bear collection really cares. I may skim a few more profiles before lunch, but frankly, the days of Vadisadism inflicted by Alfalfa High have long since vanished. I have somebody to love.
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