no manic Monday -- Abilify, remember?
So the first thing I have to say is, "Fuck Scientology", 'cause it makes me feel like I'm a man to put a trank into my brain & I tell you things ain't quite the same & I guess that I just don't know -- 'cause when the Abilify is in my blood & the blood is in my head then I'm better off than dead & Scientology kills!
The events of Sunday developed pretty much on a normal basis: Trish left for work early, I surfed the darkened seas in order to send Linda & Elisa (2 Hot or Not double-matches) the address for my book, & I worked on TC until Trish came home. Once she arrived she ate her veggies & then showered. I usually practice my keyboard when she's in the shower, but I felt burned out from all the writing/eyestrain (20/300), so I just sat around listening to my homemade speakers.
I want to build a set for the basement, but have been debating using a small woofer & a tweeter, a full range driver, or a full range with a piezo super-tweeter.
While Trish showered I called Ted. I left a message on his machine, turns out he was eating; called back when he finished his meal. Turns out he's working on TC again now, too, but told me Word has a "compare manuscripts" button that allows him to do that. I'm kind of depending on him to write the final scene -- S & J make up, make out -- but beyond that, I think I need to edit what he sent me considerably. Since it looks Critter-able, I'll Critify it, one last chance for glory before my vision forces me to drop out. I kind of want to run Phoenix Enthralled thru Critters as an RFDR, but beyond that, feel that the problems involved in keeping my participation ratio above 75% may make staying in the group less than useful. I think Critters would mis-understand PE & I'd receive a lot of advice that's too purely at the surface level. Ted told me to seek out & explore new writers groups, but hey, I'm already the Shakespeare of science fiction, at least I used to be, & the Invisible Hog can kiss my ass -- in recent days, I've planned on ignoring Bill Warren's advice: after the essays he sent me on "intelligent design", not to mention Newton, I've realized he likes to talk outside his field of expertise considerably. & I feel that I can salvage the project by eliminating the term "Hog". "Harlie Davison" is sufficiently different from the motorcycle trademark to allow it to pass, & I don't care what Harlan Ellison (a true Hog) feels about my writing.
Trish cleaned up in the kitchen & bedroom last night for her chore. We watched Britny again last night. I'm really going to have to insist that LOTR is played. We watched the ending of Deuce Begeloe: European Gigolo on Starz last night, & decided it was so bad that it's funny.
Today I'm fixing pancakes. From Albertson's generic. Karen was wrong, our big bag didn't last until 2007, but then, the apples & baby carrots are missing, too.
Once Trish is at work I'll start writing some more on TC. The most robust elements should survive, same as building up any complex system of memes.
I had planned to photocopy & mail Dion's copy of the original Masters, as well as the outline to the sequels today, but decided I may need to hang onto my buckadingdongs for groceries. We're also running low on coffee, so this morning I threw in some decaf. Trish'll never know the difference. I'll check my email periodically today, but plan on staying away from the chat rooms. It exacerbates VADIS, the same as the Leery girl, & the only thing worse (more slutty) than VADIS is Karen Relationships. Stupid Lampshade can go fuck himself.
The events of Sunday developed pretty much on a normal basis: Trish left for work early, I surfed the darkened seas in order to send Linda & Elisa (2 Hot or Not double-matches) the address for my book, & I worked on TC until Trish came home. Once she arrived she ate her veggies & then showered. I usually practice my keyboard when she's in the shower, but I felt burned out from all the writing/eyestrain (20/300), so I just sat around listening to my homemade speakers.
I want to build a set for the basement, but have been debating using a small woofer & a tweeter, a full range driver, or a full range with a piezo super-tweeter.
While Trish showered I called Ted. I left a message on his machine, turns out he was eating; called back when he finished his meal. Turns out he's working on TC again now, too, but told me Word has a "compare manuscripts" button that allows him to do that. I'm kind of depending on him to write the final scene -- S & J make up, make out -- but beyond that, I think I need to edit what he sent me considerably. Since it looks Critter-able, I'll Critify it, one last chance for glory before my vision forces me to drop out. I kind of want to run Phoenix Enthralled thru Critters as an RFDR, but beyond that, feel that the problems involved in keeping my participation ratio above 75% may make staying in the group less than useful. I think Critters would mis-understand PE & I'd receive a lot of advice that's too purely at the surface level. Ted told me to seek out & explore new writers groups, but hey, I'm already the Shakespeare of science fiction, at least I used to be, & the Invisible Hog can kiss my ass -- in recent days, I've planned on ignoring Bill Warren's advice: after the essays he sent me on "intelligent design", not to mention Newton, I've realized he likes to talk outside his field of expertise considerably. & I feel that I can salvage the project by eliminating the term "Hog". "Harlie Davison" is sufficiently different from the motorcycle trademark to allow it to pass, & I don't care what Harlan Ellison (a true Hog) feels about my writing.
Trish cleaned up in the kitchen & bedroom last night for her chore. We watched Britny again last night. I'm really going to have to insist that LOTR is played. We watched the ending of Deuce Begeloe: European Gigolo on Starz last night, & decided it was so bad that it's funny.
Today I'm fixing pancakes. From Albertson's generic. Karen was wrong, our big bag didn't last until 2007, but then, the apples & baby carrots are missing, too.
Once Trish is at work I'll start writing some more on TC. The most robust elements should survive, same as building up any complex system of memes.
I had planned to photocopy & mail Dion's copy of the original Masters, as well as the outline to the sequels today, but decided I may need to hang onto my buckadingdongs for groceries. We're also running low on coffee, so this morning I threw in some decaf. Trish'll never know the difference. I'll check my email periodically today, but plan on staying away from the chat rooms. It exacerbates VADIS, the same as the Leery girl, & the only thing worse (more slutty) than VADIS is Karen Relationships. Stupid Lampshade can go fuck himself.
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