infinite insane techno-babble (happy Taco Jack)
Yesterday Trish & I relaxed in the morning, drinking our Scooby-Dew while she prepared to see Charlene Upstairs. I started Heavy Metal when she was almost ready to leave; she came back all smiles, & not Cranky Bear.
I called to see if the Layout would be open. Ashley was working that afternoon, but it was 1:00-3:00, when Trish had her TA with Car-girl. She ran us by the bank, to pick up some buckadingdongs towards X-mas presents & for shopping.
We also took out $37.26 in a money order for my Dayton Audio full-ranges, to repair the old Rectilinears. That should sound real atomic. The SPL should go as hi-fi as she can go -- that's the point of PA equipment -- but being PA & not hi-fi, it won't sound as good as a hi-fi unit -- but you try to find a 5" full range on the web & see what I mean. But I'd printed up the wrong form, so I had to take the letter home. This morning I fixed it.
After Trish left with Car-girl, I put on The Doors, & Mr. Mojo Risin' played to an Invisible audience of one. At least Kimothy didn't try to come over & influence me.
Trish bought me a sausage & cheese basket as an early X-mas gift. We snacked on cheese & crackers -- the soup kitchen served a big meal -- until evening, then went out to El Taco Loco for nachos for me & a chicken enchilada for Trish.
Then we went home & I called Fearless Taco, to discuss my problems with the 3 free FTP downloads I have. Something is blocking them.
Taco Jack was cooking, so I talked to Joe instead. He figuired out how to use Internet Explorer as an FTP, & gave me instructions for doing it -- but sounded a little condescending on the book; I am the scapegoat for the family (including Biggie's undiagnosed mental illness); I am a pariah. See me bleed.
So after I got off the phone with Marianne, we watched the extended version of Aliens vs. Preditors(&editors), until John finally called. He thinks maybe I need to edit the registry, but I entered it this morning & couldn't figure out what comes next, so I'll wait on that. What might be the problem is that WS_FTP didn't get fully erased when I used "remove software" on it, & that it's interfering.
If I have further questions, I'll ask Ted. We have to discuss our future writing projects, anyway. On the one hand, I admire his ability to generate techno-babble but, even though he's definitely developing the characters better than I usually do (my characters are symbols: I am Lead), the whole thing is starting to sound like a Harlequin romance -- one of my projects is to fuck over Harlequin Ellis & fuck the Invisible Hog, he's a pig anyway: Motorcycle Messiah, not to mention Floyd & the lunatic is on the grass.
Trish & I plan to attend the Layout when Ashley (non-Olson) invited us to come between 10:00 & 2:00. Trish is starting to become paranoid over Bryan's stomach surgery, but he has difficulties dealing with social entities beyond "I".
Now I go to experiment with my FTP. If it doesn't work I'll just see who's around in the chat rooms. I told Ted not to send back TC/MR until tonite, so I don't have time to work on a story. My next project after TC (unless Stan likes PE) will be Noc-Lar, followed by a mainstreamed Mind-Warp, then Arn, then Bio-Psych, then Metatron. Assuming I don't go blind. Typewriter fever, it harries me still, if only a doctor could give me a pill & fuck the Scooby Club, I can sail submarines if I want to.
I called to see if the Layout would be open. Ashley was working that afternoon, but it was 1:00-3:00, when Trish had her TA with Car-girl. She ran us by the bank, to pick up some buckadingdongs towards X-mas presents & for shopping.
We also took out $37.26 in a money order for my Dayton Audio full-ranges, to repair the old Rectilinears. That should sound real atomic. The SPL should go as hi-fi as she can go -- that's the point of PA equipment -- but being PA & not hi-fi, it won't sound as good as a hi-fi unit -- but you try to find a 5" full range on the web & see what I mean. But I'd printed up the wrong form, so I had to take the letter home. This morning I fixed it.
After Trish left with Car-girl, I put on The Doors, & Mr. Mojo Risin' played to an Invisible audience of one. At least Kimothy didn't try to come over & influence me.
Trish bought me a sausage & cheese basket as an early X-mas gift. We snacked on cheese & crackers -- the soup kitchen served a big meal -- until evening, then went out to El Taco Loco for nachos for me & a chicken enchilada for Trish.
Then we went home & I called Fearless Taco, to discuss my problems with the 3 free FTP downloads I have. Something is blocking them.
Taco Jack was cooking, so I talked to Joe instead. He figuired out how to use Internet Explorer as an FTP, & gave me instructions for doing it -- but sounded a little condescending on the book; I am the scapegoat for the family (including Biggie's undiagnosed mental illness); I am a pariah. See me bleed.
So after I got off the phone with Marianne, we watched the extended version of Aliens vs. Preditors(&editors), until John finally called. He thinks maybe I need to edit the registry, but I entered it this morning & couldn't figure out what comes next, so I'll wait on that. What might be the problem is that WS_FTP didn't get fully erased when I used "remove software" on it, & that it's interfering.
If I have further questions, I'll ask Ted. We have to discuss our future writing projects, anyway. On the one hand, I admire his ability to generate techno-babble but, even though he's definitely developing the characters better than I usually do (my characters are symbols: I am Lead), the whole thing is starting to sound like a Harlequin romance -- one of my projects is to fuck over Harlequin Ellis & fuck the Invisible Hog, he's a pig anyway: Motorcycle Messiah, not to mention Floyd & the lunatic is on the grass.
Trish & I plan to attend the Layout when Ashley (non-Olson) invited us to come between 10:00 & 2:00. Trish is starting to become paranoid over Bryan's stomach surgery, but he has difficulties dealing with social entities beyond "I".
Now I go to experiment with my FTP. If it doesn't work I'll just see who's around in the chat rooms. I told Ted not to send back TC/MR until tonite, so I don't have time to work on a story. My next project after TC (unless Stan likes PE) will be Noc-Lar, followed by a mainstreamed Mind-Warp, then Arn, then Bio-Psych, then Metatron. Assuming I don't go blind. Typewriter fever, it harries me still, if only a doctor could give me a pill & fuck the Scooby Club, I can sail submarines if I want to.
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