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.
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.
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