the day before tomorrow

...when we'll be flying the friendly skies in a great big aeroplane going to this land here to that in a vorkler's suit & cap, & why, Lucy, haven't you ordered your copy of my book yet, so you'd know what a vorkler is, that Phineas Altenzauber vorkles, & what all this has to do with Brain O'dick (Brain Ego is elsewhere in the story).

But digressions aside, tomorrow we'll be on our trip to Elko -- the long range weather forecast shows highs in the upper 70s & 80s followed by snow the day after we leave. Once we're there, I'm showing off "Noc-Lar" in its inception as a short story to Trish's mom & brothers, especially the DJ of the family. We're also going to see Next, to see if it's worthy of its origins as Dick, & have a birthday party for me & Kenneth, as his is the day before we arrive & mine is the day we leave

So today I have a zillion things to do, to prepare for the trip: we're going to have French toast for breakfast, to use up our eggs & bread; I have to get over to Bullhook Clinic for the LAC meeting, then use up some more leftovers, specifically the hot dog that's been sitting in the fridge forever, the baby carrots, & possibly a can of soup to go with it all; then I have to ride out to the bank with Car-girl in order to pick up some money for jeans, copy my keys for her, make it to my food stamp appointment at 2:00, & possibly have some time left before 3:00 to go out for drinks or pick up Trish from Pizza Hut. Also, this evening we'll clean Ula-tek's cage, so he doesn't turn into Smelly Bear.

The news this morning said that President Gas II will veto the bill to cut money off for the war in Iraq, but this is sad -- all Bush's frakked up war did was to kill a lot of our troops, & simply make jihad more forceful in the minds of believers...

...or, as I plan to say to Rachel, should I actually become the world's greatest science fiction author & better than the dead ones, "...at heart, I am an American artist, & I have no guilt -- you'd have to ask Muhammad Ali about the rest of it".

That includes Frank L. Ferry, & everyone else who turned the Horlots against me.

Lucy in the Ogdoad with Diamonds

So I haven't heard from Little Lucinda lately; "Astronomy Domine" languishes in a drawer, along with other dark masterpieces; words which ate my soul -- is there a transcendant aspect to us? Perhaps in monadology, where the One becomes Infinite, allowing consumption of her soft machines; galaxies controlling fate from thousands of light-years ahead...

& also Zarathustra, another time loser, could believe in Two: the curse of Twosomeness makes me blush; the Spirit of Gravity's just back from Carolina: she was searching for her mainline, she couldn't hit it sideways.

Apart from all that, it was a good day yesterday, save that Trish became Cranky Bear -- as did I -- over some stupid kitchen-stuff: she said I needed a larger pan, scolded me about it, so I raised my voice.

After supper I played around with my keyboard while Trish cleaned the kitchen. Jeffer Auss came over, & we discussed how the Security Copz at Social Security had to deal with this thoroughly descoobied bozo who probably wanted buckadingdongs for Scooby-doobies.

I slept pretty well, aside from waking Trish a couple of times, to go to the bathroom -- I let her have the outside last nite. We finally got up around 7:20, & put on 1/2 pot of 1/2 caff coffee. Karen Kame when we were 1/2-way thru with Inna-Gadda-da-VADIS.

We cruised for the Invisible PJ's, where we did budget. I had a casino skillet & Trish had sausage biscuits & a side of hash browns.

Then I dropped my Gnostica off at the parish center. So long to the Mystery Cults!

On the way home, I met Fred, who said he might have some kind of PA I could use with my keyboard. Once back at the house -- it's a warm spring day -- I sat down with my hardware/software machine, & worked on revising a non-approved post -- mostly, whether "lions" could function as trans-cultural/archetypal symbols, & if there was an early X-ian sacerdotal structure.

& then I had to eat lunch 'cause I had no time to waste...

...I'm going to get me a rock-&-roll band, & learn some tunes...

...once I've figured out how to paint more commercially, so I can figure out how to get my stuff into the Invisible Art Gallery.

Sunday, Monday, happy daze...

...yeah, I wish I could get into a submarine daze, stumble across the parking match of the Invisible 7-11, & pick up a can of nutmeg. There is nothing more vile or depraved than a gonzo in the throes of a nutmeg binge!

Which I haven't been on since Spice freaked out my then girlfriend, Trish, & she wound up perpetually making trips up to BH upon the hill, shadows of the trees, whispering in the wild breeze... yes, I know, I planned a sequel to Andy Morlock, but Tim hasn't pushed the envelope since he went outside, looking in.

So Trish slept inordinately on Sunday morning, with the alarm set for 8:00 (Synthroid) & 9:00 (remainder). We mosty just hung around the house, devoid of the soup kitchen & the Layout.

Then Kimothy Kame. Trish was very polite to her, & I finally gave her our phone number. & then she had to split because she had no time to waste!

That evening we went to bed early, to see Charlene yesterday. After that, we walked over to the Invisible post office to have our mail held, the bank to take out money for our trip, & Social Security, to drop off her wage stubs -- some guy there was thoroughly descoobied on Ol' Stogie, the beer that tastes like a cheap cigar, & the security cop had to kick him out. We ate at the soup kitchen, where some bozo preacher talked fire & brimstone.

Then I got a Toli note with the title, "Message not accepted", which caused me to think Toli was the Bozo King. I fumed & fretted, then Fred called so I asked for a ride out to Ben Franklin's for some spray-varnish (the spray-pointer fell off the can) & some new brushes.

After supper -- chicken & scalped potatoes -- & some clean-up during which I played keyboards -- we played disc #2 of the boxed set of The 2 Towers. I guess Trish is finally going to let me start watching what I want to -- when the screen is becoming blurrier & blurrier.

Then today, right when I started to get ready for my bath, Karen rang the bell. We're going out for breakfast tomorrow, & she's giving us extra money for the trip. Car-girl will be driving us in her car, v'room! v'room! & then we'll be in the sea of clouds.

Saturday (forever) afternoon

Yesterday seemed near-archetypal, in the way things proceeded from typical beginning -- brecchie & coffee with Trish -- to a culmination in a real atomic blowjob; it's figuring out the mediating causes, half & half & in-between, which occupied the day.

I remember actually eating the leftover stir-fry from a daze ago for lunch; I typed a long email to "Buffalo" Bob Richards; then I played some with the keyboard with the headphones on -- they weren't as revealing as the tape. Then my beautiful Bumblebee Girl called, saying she was walking home.

When she arrived she took a shower, while I played old Rekerds. We ate an early supper of leftover sketti, then played some more Rekerds. In the interim between cleaning & a wholesale assault on my Rekerd collection, we called Trish's mom.

I feel bad about what I said to her. I mentioned that I'm no longer attending the Layout, because I have to talk down to everyone there. Rosemary replied that she's only had a high school education; that wasn't the point. I simply meant I'm better off staying home & writing -- drawing, painting, creating music (not simply playback -- require my time more than sitting around with nothing to do, waiting for a free meal -- "See what a good cook I am!" seems Cheri's refrain; I've got another, better one: "The Empire never ended!" (It's good Dick.)

Will there be another Empire? Perhaps al Qaeda -- Muslims possess a fervor not unlike the spirit which drove early Christians to be thrown to the lions -- but Christians today are too complacent; nobody's going to strap on a bunch of sticks of dynamite & blow up a building the way they do. If the Christian nations don't prevail, it will be for this reason.

In the meantime I have to figure out Imagine. I have all the notes & chords; now, all I have to do is make it sing! on my little machine, with the 100 rhythms, with the 150 sounds. It's fun mixing & matching. Plus the tape deck reveals all my errors.

Trish is sleeping in today; we went to church Saturday evening, so now we have a full day free, save for keeping the hamster a happy, happy, happy! one by cleaning his cage. Then there comes watching the tape I made of Painkiller Jane, mostly due to curiosity about the Cosmicomic.

There will be breakfast, stripped bare of its Cathedral; there will be music; there will be A/V; there will be science, art & religion. I will be there in different guises, creating; always Creating -- emotion revealed & regarded both the same...

Yes!

lazy day, Friday afternoon...

...like to get your feet up, watch TV -- all due to savage dread & moody blues. So the first thing I did when Trish called home from the Invisible Pizza Hut was to surf the seas of Cyberia, then ate 2 chili dogs, forgetting the Oriental casserole I had in the fridge. With the incredible munchies taken care of, I went over to Albertson's to pick up some pancake mix (instant; for Trish's brecchie); syrup; cereal (generic Cheerios); & light bulbs. Since the day was both cool & threatening, the occluding clouds pregnant with rain in a bright, hot sun, I ran over to the barbershop in order to get my haircut preparatory to seeing Trish's mom & brothers.

Then I Critter'd a story. Even though I don't have to do more than one a month with my participation ratio so high, I plan to do a story a week, all fantasy, in order to induce more Critters to look at Noc-Lar when it's finished & at the same time reading more of a genre that I really haven't, after moving away from the Suf Sea & to the Invisible landscape. Save for the Lord of the Rings. One problem with Noc-Lar is the landscape: 3-tiered, Greek, medieval, & contemporary.

One of the drivers gave Trish a ride home yesterday. I fixed sketti & some veggies, then she cleaned -- mostly kitchen -- while I played around with my keyboard. Current machine, it creates the audible with magnets & voice coils, inferior to my big speakers -- where it sounds totally different -- but I don't want to blow them.

Tonight Trish is planning to blow me, without a Viagra. I may have to rely on Philip K. Fantasy, but I think I can still shoot the Orgasm Death.

I'm shutting this machine down, for lunch. I'm planning to begin work on Noc-Lar as soon as I can after our trip, but therefore don't want to start until I have a large, clear chunk of time ahead of me.

Mirror-song free you.

Noboddady's last name & Car-girl...

...all in the same day: after our brecchie pancakes, I called the Center, to confirm that I had an appointment with Joe at 11:00. Turns out it was 1:00; I negotiated a transfer of times, came up with 10:00 -- on a day of snow & freezing rain.

We discussed how Trish is no longer Kimothy Leery, how I hope to write a commercial fantasy that's also good, to confound the Bigdom Jacques of Horley.

--Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy, as Rabbitfuck put it, he's probably in there right now having his nervous breakdown & writing to VADIS about it.

The Vast Active Destructive Intelligent Systems from the planet Lucifer are a sadist!

Then I went downstairs to the Ruthless Layout. Big mistake. No one does anything down there but play cards. Boring.

Car-girl picked me up at 1:00. We went out to Ben Franklin's to buy another bottle of green tempera, & some acrylics for painting Visible Landscapes; ie, I'm changing my style in an effort to sell my work in the gallery in the downtown mall.

Also will be playing more music.

& then we had to split 'cause we had no time to waste! We got into Pizza Hut just when the buffet was closing down, got some pepperoni & pasta.

When we returned to my domicile, I watched Heavy Metal -- Joe professed to being unaware of the project.

While Trish cleaned last nite, I played Crystal Ship & started playing the notes & chords of Imagine. Keith called when I was about 1/2-way thru, so I blew him off until I could play some more.

After Trish completed cleaning the kitchen, we watched Herbie: Re-make/Re-modeled on Starz. Then we fired up Toastie Bear for a fragment of Dying: He dips what he dips in water.

I see a grey carpet & I want to paint it green

Yeah, I had an accident painting yesterday. After a melancholy morning, sort of half & half & in-between, Fred came over, & we tried to tape my keyboard. I gave him the old Sharp we had in the basement, & if he can fix it, he can keep it, or else, if he returns it in working order, I can get some mikes & we can add guitar & Fred's singing.

All of this is far more enlightening than Ho or No. Valerie to the contrary. Kimothy Leery's dread.

So about time for the afternoon Trish call, with Fred waiting to see if she needed a ride, she suddenly appeared at the door: Say Bra had given her a ride home.

Then we started some species of DVD, might've been Bowie, I went on the porch to paint, started unpacking my huge bottles of tempera; set them on top of the file cabinet; crash! the green hits the floor & explodes. Trish helped me wipe most of it off the floor, then I took a bath, pre-Car-girl beautification rituals (yeah, I need to replace the green & find some violet/crimson for the mourning sky).

When I cooked supper I waited on the chicken until the rice had cooked, so it turned out a little overdone -- Trish nonetheless cut it in 1/2 to check it.

We watched some kind of comedy on Encore last nite. Parts of it were OK, something about a black street person taking the role of a dentist.

It thundered a little last nite. Trish "got paranoid" that it'd fry Toastie Bear; I had to reassure her it wouldn't.

It's still raining, so Trish will ride the Invisible Taxi to Pizza Hut today. I have to see Car-girl, & I also have an appointment with Joe this morning, so my day will be full. At least I won't be writing for awhile. It's not the quality of the material -- though SF publishers violate Murrin's & Veeder's criteria (paucity of metaphysics & ambiguity) -- it's that I don't want to begin a project & have to quit 1/2-way thru it for VACATION!

Yes, a week from tomorrow we'll be flying down to Elko to experience fear & loathing, not to mention Next. It better be close to the original Dick, at least in spirit, or I'll go watch A Scanner Darkly instead.

a little Kimothy, to be sure, cast between stars as a sort of a leaven

Yes, Trish & Kim have made up... or should I say, have begun to make up? Trish left for work virtually in tears. Say Bra observed the girl's distress, & offered some sage advice: take her out for coffee, at least at first, set a schedule, make some boundaries (though she also said when we made out last nite, "I wonder who's gonna cave first?")

I think the other thing that made Trish happy yesterday was she was no mo in Ho or No. Valerie, possibly, but mostly a bunch of pic-traders.

The only other things yesterday were that the guy from HRDC needed our IDs & Social Security cards, so he showed up around 4:00, following which we ate some Crazy Tacos. Trish is on another Buffy marathon, season #6, then afterward I consumed my last Viagra. I'll be happy when I'm finally off Risperdal.

Fred is planning to come over later to see about recording some of my sitar with reggae beat & country harmony so he can add reverb, sax, & the colored girls going, "do, do-do..." Hell, if my old Sharp still records -- the logic is busted on it -- we might be able to add Fred's guitar & voice.

Ho No Mo

Sunday Trish did nothing but lounge around in her new bathrobe.

Yesterday, we went to the Perky Pam Layout, where Cheri suddenly blurted, "You done any more writing?" just as the 2 of us were leaving, which greatly embarrassed me & furthered my resolve only to go to the place only as necessary -- & even if she did like something, her taste is awful; it'd probably never sell.

When we arrived back at home Trish did some light cleaning; I started the macaronis aroung 5:30; boom! Kimothy Leery with a note: "When not busy?"

I replied in sign, "Trish mad you about sex no more", while Trish came out of the kitchen & stood behind me, shaking her head.

We watched TV for the rest of the evening, mostly Skiffy. This morning when the alarm clock went off, Trish became thoroughly obsessed with Kim's Kisses, diseases, & nipple-biting, & made me take down her photo from Ho or No -- the last vestiges of my lingering hypomania departed; now there is only Creation (aesthetically) by pure reason or the dark chasm of depression.

Ruby Tuesday on Saturday afternoon...

...it was a sad day yesterday, but it's a good day now: when I checked the mail, shortly after Trish called from work, I found a notice in my mailbox, something about her elderly grandmother, Ruby. Since it said "commemoration", I figured maybe it was an invitation to a funeral.

I went thru my daily business, mostly trying to FTP with the firewall down, then sat my ass in front of the idiot box, tuned to Sci-fi, trying to find the debut of Painkiller Jame -- later on, in the evening, I realized it's on Fridays.

Then, when Trish came home, & we finally figure out what the card actually meant, Trish freaked out -- we couldn't possibly take 2 trips so closely together; Jim, can I cash in the tickets so we can go see my dad?; no, Trish, we don't have the money.

Finally, she napped a little while I played the keyboard. When I became bored with that, I went to Albertson's for another 20 buckadingdongs of groceries.

When I Kame home, Karen had Kalled, & Trish felt much better, so I went ahead & fixed supper -- marinated pork cutlets, rice pilaf w/ mushroom soup, & broccoli. Trish blew off her daily chore, fixed some quesadillas from the shells & cheese I bought her a couple days ago. Her mom called about the time we were preparing for bed. Together we convinced Trish that it'd be unwise to change our plans on such abrupt notice.

Then we turned Toastie Bear all the way down & snuggled under Lucy's blanket; tra-la for the Mystery Cults!

I don't remember. I don't recall...

...as Peter Gabriel put it -- have you seen any of his recent videos? He is starting to look really old, which just rubs in how old I am becoming in my own right, the 80s being my most productive decade; now, all I've gotta do is scan the old outline of Arn-- after I finish Noc-Lar, which is, of course, the tale of a goofy green sphere which wreaks havoc wherever it travels. It's a good book, & David Dalglish can go frak himself: it amazes me the extent to which you sometimes have to dumb things down for the SF markets, even ANALOG.

For example, when Car-girl & I went out to Pizza Hut Thursday, we mailed "Galaxies Controlling Fate From Thousands of Light-Years Ahead". I went ahead & explained the allusion in the title -- William S. Burroughs -- then added another explanation, that "darkness & distance" are the last words of Frankenstein. Hope Stan Schmidt likes it; I've got a science fact article coming his way (beauty is pink noise), if he's interested -- can't talk about it to Fearless Taco; he'll simply say, "But Jim..." & launch into a lecture that shows he doesn't really understand the subject, the same way that rude, insulting bozo at Andromeda Spaceways equated subject material I'd learned from Wimsatt as "way to much Robert Anton Wilson", so their shitty magazine is slated to become a subject of ridicule once the Invisible Hog makes his debut.

Thursday evening, Kim Kame by; she made the sign for "busy" -- most of my sexual feelings toward her have abated from the Ho or No, but I want to be able to let her in the house, as a friend -- & I don't see why we need Hos 1,000s of miles ahead. Sooner or later, I'm going to have to explain to Kim why she Kan't Kome over, which might be injurious to her feelings.

Then yesterday, I made a trip to Albertson's -- 26 buckadingdongs for 3 bags, one extremely heavy 'cause it had canned goods in it: pineapple & mushroom soup. I used up some of the soup last nite, by adding it to some Hamburger Helper.

While Trish showered, I played Blue Sunday; continued as she cleaned -- I turned into Cranky Bear when she started piling papers on top of the machine's speakers. After that, we watched the Buffster kick ass until bedtime.

my only friend...

...until the end (the music). OK, so I've listened to it ever since I was in the Invisible High; college came, & in the City of Night my predilection for God was replaced by a different high, coming off a psychosis which shattered my faith: hollow & empty, like Jesus' tomb.

But it sure made listening to music more fun; I entered a door in my mind & encountered fear & loathing (something I have to update for my web page, including an ad for my book).

A few years back, when Biggie was still a somewhat normal person, minus the paranoia (thank the skinny dog for that), he bought me a Panasonic keyboard. For years, it languished in the corner, by the left rear speaker. Then, I bought a song-book of the Doors; yet it continued to repose unused. After awhile, I learned Blue Sunday, but for the last few days worked on Crystal Ship. Next will be Light My Fire.

The main thing holding me back has been my lackluster sense of rhythm. However, by kicking the rhythm generator in, I've gained considerably in that respect. Now I feel kool & konfident. I love to play with the device. Among my favorite sound settings is a sitar with country harmony being accompanied by reggae rhythms. Maybe a bossa nova beat will really do Light My Fire some justice, as the film quotes John Densmore as having said.

Other than that, the 2 of us are doing fine, apart from what can be expected for the swinging lifestyle Trish wants us to become involved with -- & that's problematic for a lot of reasons, but one thing's for sure, with Hot or Not contacts scattered around the world, there's little actual possibility of Trish ever becoming Leery again, & since she hates Kim so much now, why is she suddenly so interested now, albeit she does like to look at women's boobs?

Then there's the whole issue of me FTPing for awhile, rather than jumping straight into Noc-Lar. I would've finished rewriting my web page long ago, until sickness, both mental & physical (flu) kept my mind from going where it should have gone. Once I've finished this project -- including my page on Muhammad Ali (next door neighbor: he's like the only DJ you can hear after 3:00). Once I've cleared up the web pages, it's going to be, as Rabbit-fuck put it, "Fantasy, fantasy, fantasy! He's probably in there right now, having his nervous breakdown & writing to VADIS about it". Yeah, I did tend to like the girl, not because of her titanic tits, but because I wanted one person to confide in -- & from there, it was twisted into hatred; Bozo with the bottle.

Yes, I'm finally wound up planning to do a genre fantasy -- sword & sorcery with non-Dalglish alchemy ("it's just a part of their worlds;" "you can have your universal solvent"). I've picked that sub-genre as a starting point, as it seems to resemble what's already there. Doing a few pieces for Critters might help, & might increase my odds on the DR-scene.

So today, it's mostly just going out for salad at Pizza Hut with Car-girl. I'm not yet ready to start another draft of Noc-Lar, so I'll delay it until all the web pages are caught up with.

Then comes vacation! Fear & loathing in Elko, all right!

little to be told

For a wintry day -- ice & snow -- so close to Easter, Tuesday seemed otherwise typical. I tinkered around with TC in the afternoon, as lopping out the middle of any story will create lacunae that need to be filled I hope to have it emailed to Baen's Universe soon. Then it's onward to FTPing on my website, with the intent of advertising The Mind-Warp Era. It's a hot book.

Other than that, I played with my organ. I've memorized Crystal Ship. All time favorite sound settings? Sitar with reggae beat & country harmony.

Well, Trish is up, so I guess it's about rectum-site.

Easter & the day after...

Easter came & went, beginning with a breakfast of Cheerios, followed by Mass, Force, Drive... a beautiful spring day; today 5" of snow are forecast. After lunch -- soup & cold cuts -- Trish retired to her downstairs domicile while I sat down & tormented my typewriter with tachyon-critters. When she finally finished her laundry/movie, we reheated the ham & cheesy potatoes meal of the day before. Then in the evening we watched disk #2 of movie #1 of LOTR. After that came Viagra & some soft-core porn, but I still had difficulties.

Monday, Trish & I had our appointment with Charlene Upstairs. I fixed some of my famous pancakes (what else?) & after some coffee we trucked over to the Center. We had an hour to kill before the Perky Pam Layout opened, so we went to the Lunch Box & had some coffee & some nummy treats.

The Layout bored me -- what else is new? When I'd finished my fish sticks, mac & cheese, & chore, I went Reuben down to the Invisible Drugster for some drugs.

Trish & Car-girl went out to do some shopping, & I got the idea of paring down the mid-section of TC, so there's no need for the ship to backtrack to reach the anomaly. This cuts about 1K out of it, at least. I wanted it to be in shape to submit by Easter; now I see I may have awhile longer to tarry behind the monitor. We watched some of our Battlestar Galactica DVDs for awhile.

When I woke up, Val-gal had left a message: "cool lets do it". I sent her a 3-4 paragraph response, drawing mostly from what Trish had said, as well as Charlene. We're anxiously awaiting a response.

sickness will surely take the Pizza Hut girl...

...where Pizza Hut girls don't usually go... in the gray-white morning yesterday, Trish dressed for work, called the taxi; diarrhea struck hard, twice. She phoned Say Bra, who said that, although this happened late, they might be able to find a replacement: school's out for Easter, a 19 degree morning with (predicted) 45 degree high.

So I worked on TC for a bit, drove out to the Gallery with Car-girl, then worked on it some more when I came back.

My goal is to have it in the mail Monday. & photocopies for Dion.

A quick one...

...while she's asleep...

The other day, when Karen Kame Klose to taking us out for brecchie, she commented on how well Trish was doing. I attributed it to a resolution of her addiction to orgasm-death (we no longer use sperm coffins). That, I saw -- or at least thought I saw -- derived from the discovery of Val-gal; deluxe & delightful. Now, however, Trish is showing signs of becoming a little bit Leery over the whole K. Fantasy, anyway -- & I'm not doing anything to reify it unless I'm absolutely certain she's not going to pull a Kimothy on me another time -- she pretty much drove the other woman into her behavior with her paranoia.

Or something like that.

Easter is almost upon us. Perhaps it is a time for new beginings.

new... refreshing times (for the space age)

...or should I say, the medieval kingdom, albeit replete with Greek gods, not to mention Heavy Metal allusions?

I'm within sight of a final draft of "Galaxies Controlling Fate from Thousands of Light-Years Ahead". (Heavy Metal addicts from the planet Uranus.) So what comes next? Of course, finishing the re-makes/re-models of my website -- necessary to suck in readers of my hot book -- but after that:

Noc-Lar

A lot of people, at least on Critters, are eager to see the story, & it's a first for me: a novel-length fantasy. Good vs. Evil. Noc-Lar vs. Zulek.

Soft Machine feeling for a point of intersection: what Trish did to me last nite, replete with the addition of Val-gal as a fantasy element.

I'm not certain how I feel about that -- Kimothy Leery should possibly have been proof that Trish is incapable of 3-ways, but I am ruled by my biology, the biochemical imbalance that's driving me into hypersexuality -- & the medication that's restoring me to normal.

In the meantime, when I got onto Hot or Not this morning, all the girly-girls were free -- when yesterday Trish's profile had been rejected: nix on lingerie & underwear, from the moderators.

So I might send off a bunch of messages today. For somebody special, looking for Trish & I.

& so it goes.

dishwasher disaster

Yeah, so I fraked up the new dishwasher 'cause I didn't frakin' know what I was doing. It has 2 cycles, rapic & heavy scrub -- it ran all nite 'cause I had the button set to rapid, but the knob set to pots & pans. The other night, I made the same mistake, but rectified it by turning the knob manually, right in the middle of a conversation with a bi bsdm chic. Had to let her go; it was getting late.

Now last nite we made the same mistake -- I did. Trish insisted I had the knob set wrong. I should've listened to her. She's a smart Bumble Bee Girl.

Besides this, Trish has OK'ed the 3sum with Valerie, which I've written the woman about, but I'm not going to pursue it into Val's non-Hot or Not email; I think she reads that on Sundays; mostly just 'cause I want to make sure Trish won't pull another Kim. All of a sudden the woman has an ugly face; pure superficial judgment.

So now Trish is afraid that the dishwasher won't be ready in time for breakfast. Should. Once you kick in the rapid cycle, it's... well, rapid..

Not much else happening. I had leftover chicken for lunch the other day; created awesome lasagna goulash with the aid of corn starch; went out with Karen & Trish yesterday -- Karen called to buy us breakfast just at the point when I started to cook it.

& oh yeah, I Critter'd a guy's 2nd chance mss. as I needed the credit & he needed the extra review.

Now, I have to remain enthralled by typewriter fever long enough to get "Galaxies Controlling Fate" in the email. The disorganization of schizophrenia is the key component here; the speed-high of mania the driving force behind wanting to have *fun* with a 2nd woman. This is why I'm turning the Internet off soon -- get some writing done before breakfast -- & wanna take it easy on the bizarre sex; Trish has gone from love to lust to hate before, she might do it again. Only the prospect that she might actually be bi keeps me searching for a mainline on the 'net.

It'll be just like Sister Ray said... sucking on my ding-dong; she couldn't slip it in sideways.

return of Kimothy Leery, or how I almost seduced Maxine...

...agian.

Yeah, we nearly fooled Maxine into renewing communications, thru a different pic of Trish... then she immediately withdrew the double-match. Must've figured out a "man" was at the other end of the electronic wire.

So Kimothy almost wrecked our relationship, again... she has a penchant for doing this type of thing. When she first rang the doorbell, uninvited, I told her "busy" -- which I've done since the time we bought Toastie Bear -- 1/2 year ago.

Indeed, that's what we were doing, scanning & uploading pics, to try to earn her a higher rating on Hot or Not. Kim should be willing to accept that we're not like her & don't always have time to drop everything, when she wants us to entertain her.

The next day, she also turned up, said, "busy," pointed at me, & ran off. The mistake I made was to ask if it'd still be possible for us to invite Kim in. Trish immediately went thru a lot of real frenzied histrionics & Kalled Karen, who also felt the woman shouldn't be coming over every single day.

Then I worked on the computer -- if you can call chatting with Kat "work" -- while Trish went down in the basement to shave her pussy.

We tried watching the Buffster down in the basement, but the disc skipped.

Then I wasted 2 Viagra, on girls who were Not -- although technically beautiful, they just didn't offer much in the way of turn-ons. Or maybe it was just me worrying about the low rating she's getting -- & she was upset that the "Person of the Week" ad had been taken down. So I took one Viagra; didn't get very excited; Trish suggested a 2nd -- it was just your average sex.

Did sleep well on new bed. Have to get Trish out of it. Soon.