another cold, wet Wednesday
So it's supposed to (possibly) rain again today. Yesterday Trish called Town Taxi for a ride to the Invisible Pizza Hut. I'd been encouraging her to be brave, to walk it; just when I had her about convinced, I walked out in the rain to carry the trash out, got drenched, & returned to my con-apt, saying, "You can ride the Invisible Taxi if you want to" -- they do sell these books of tickets, & a ride is only $4.50, but it does eat up her daily wages to ride the cab.
When she finally rose from the bed -- the night before, she had racing thoughts, high anxiety, fear & loathing, savage dread -- after only 3 hours sleep, I fixed the Aunt Jemimah pancakes Car-girl had turned the Mighty Insect Slayer on to at the Invisible Wally World. Then one fell on the floor & I had to throw it -- take your precious gifts & throw them in the air, & watch them fall down... when you were Jung -- always reminds me of the dread Vadisystem C, the original Vadisystem; then there were Roni & Jill: beyond The Mind-Warp Era, but sharing as they did the athletic build & big boobs.
So I tossed the filthy pancake & mixed up some more batter. Then we listened to my stereo for an hour or 2 before Trish left for work, drinking Scooby-Dew, as has become our tradition.
Once Trish exited & called home, I went online for a brief while, to explain to Captain Strange, the Occult Superhero, what exactly had been the good ideas in "Galaxies", which Wimsatt is certain to like -- at this point, I've realized that selling to Stan Schmidt is like writing for Wimsatt -- unfortunately, I lack the weed to carry on -- but will try for the Kingdom if I can, both ends burning.
Then there was "Galaxies" itself: after lunch (leftover potato salad from Memorial Day; ditto, porkin' beans; & a taco TV dinner) I sat down at my computer & created new characters from the void left when Juanita, Ibab, & Yoshi all had their names changed -- it's amazing, what a transformation of a name can do for a character. I'm still not certain, though, if "the plot collapses without the scientific element", as, when I realized how important music had become to the story, I invented Roxy, & she's been a really tawdry bitch to tame; a harsh mistress. I'm not certain how I'll wind up her portion of the story, but it's starting to look like the original love triangle theme: an interesting story (except that one wasn't (unless you're Georgia March)), but not one that dissolves without the science.
I pretty much stopped writing about the time Trish made it home, as I'd come to a conundrum, & needed time to think.
Today I'll cure that thing.
So Trish got a ride home from Jeremy. She said she wanted to take a shower, but she was clearly exhausted from staying up 1/2 the night & working 1/2 the day, so I suggested she take some solace in sleep. I woke her up when the Moody Blues were done singing about Timothy Leary. He's Dread, anyway. Then she took a shower, while I played Blue Sunday on the keyboard -- here's another interesting combination: strings, polka rhythm, & hard rock harmony.
When Trish emerged from the basement hair dripping wet, she combed it, then we went out to El Taco Loco for nachos & fries
When we came home we watched The Wrath of Khan, Trish went to bed early, I went channel surfing, finally ate a couple of Scooby snacks & went to bed.
This morning I got up around 6:30. I'm getting my mornings back. Used to just sleep until the alarm clock went off. Now, I'm actually capable of accomplishing something before brecchie -- & on the other hand, not waking up at 2:00 AM.
Trish gets up in 10 minutes. For those of you who are out to become descoobied, we salute you.
When she finally rose from the bed -- the night before, she had racing thoughts, high anxiety, fear & loathing, savage dread -- after only 3 hours sleep, I fixed the Aunt Jemimah pancakes Car-girl had turned the Mighty Insect Slayer on to at the Invisible Wally World. Then one fell on the floor & I had to throw it -- take your precious gifts & throw them in the air, & watch them fall down... when you were Jung -- always reminds me of the dread Vadisystem C, the original Vadisystem; then there were Roni & Jill: beyond The Mind-Warp Era, but sharing as they did the athletic build & big boobs.
So I tossed the filthy pancake & mixed up some more batter. Then we listened to my stereo for an hour or 2 before Trish left for work, drinking Scooby-Dew, as has become our tradition.
Once Trish exited & called home, I went online for a brief while, to explain to Captain Strange, the Occult Superhero, what exactly had been the good ideas in "Galaxies", which Wimsatt is certain to like -- at this point, I've realized that selling to Stan Schmidt is like writing for Wimsatt -- unfortunately, I lack the weed to carry on -- but will try for the Kingdom if I can, both ends burning.
Then there was "Galaxies" itself: after lunch (leftover potato salad from Memorial Day; ditto, porkin' beans; & a taco TV dinner) I sat down at my computer & created new characters from the void left when Juanita, Ibab, & Yoshi all had their names changed -- it's amazing, what a transformation of a name can do for a character. I'm still not certain, though, if "the plot collapses without the scientific element", as, when I realized how important music had become to the story, I invented Roxy, & she's been a really tawdry bitch to tame; a harsh mistress. I'm not certain how I'll wind up her portion of the story, but it's starting to look like the original love triangle theme: an interesting story (except that one wasn't (unless you're Georgia March)), but not one that dissolves without the science.
I pretty much stopped writing about the time Trish made it home, as I'd come to a conundrum, & needed time to think.
Today I'll cure that thing.
So Trish got a ride home from Jeremy. She said she wanted to take a shower, but she was clearly exhausted from staying up 1/2 the night & working 1/2 the day, so I suggested she take some solace in sleep. I woke her up when the Moody Blues were done singing about Timothy Leary. He's Dread, anyway. Then she took a shower, while I played Blue Sunday on the keyboard -- here's another interesting combination: strings, polka rhythm, & hard rock harmony.
When Trish emerged from the basement hair dripping wet, she combed it, then we went out to El Taco Loco for nachos & fries
When we came home we watched The Wrath of Khan, Trish went to bed early, I went channel surfing, finally ate a couple of Scooby snacks & went to bed.
This morning I got up around 6:30. I'm getting my mornings back. Used to just sleep until the alarm clock went off. Now, I'm actually capable of accomplishing something before brecchie -- & on the other hand, not waking up at 2:00 AM.
Trish gets up in 10 minutes. For those of you who are out to become descoobied, we salute you.
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