rippling rings of dark matter...
...& they shuffle in their madness, with their "Jockstraps" Pynchon while they write up their memoirs for a paperback edition of the Boy Scout manual, & where the hell was Bingle when we needed him last Saturday, & all the politicians making busy sounds & all the dead bodies piled up in mounds?
I just looked at the science page on CNN.com -- rippling rings of dark matter, where 2 galaxies have collided...
...& yesterday I finished a near-complete draft of "Galaxies...", which is being Critter'd, as I Critter everything before it goes to Stan Schmidt, but really, realistically (mortal sin of LYs) I think he's going to buy the story, as it has.... well, galaxies controlling fate from... specifically, thousands of light-years ahead. When Trish leaves for work, I'll format it, write up a set of author's notes, & get it out in the email. Hopefully, it'll keep anyone from having their Jockstraps Pynchon -- everyone knows Bigdom Jacques can't write, or why else would he have dropped my report card in abject terror, after demanding proof of it, that U-boat makes me creative?
Blue shirt belly dancer...
...like Trish's idol, Britney, but she's gone all wiggy.
The next project after "Galaxies" will be Noc-Lar, which quite a few people have asked to see; it is, as Cawelti put it, "commercial", unlike anything David Dalglish has ever done -- rude bastard at Critters, he (apparently) felt personally affronted by my author's notes, so, if in someone else's opinion, especially the opinions of people who should know, & he didn't share their opinions, it was good & he didn't agree, it needed to be ridiculed.
He vanished without a trace. I don't even think he's still on Critters.
Yesterday was a big day for me to work on my writing. I also helped Trish clean Luna-tek's cage. (The Lunatic is on the grass.) We channel-surfed for awhile, & ended up watching Lawn Order. I experimented with taking my non-Scoobified pills an hour early: got me to sleep faster, but still a little over-sedated in the morning; it is the mania I crave, & schizophrenia, be the death of me!
Today will simply be a relaxing day with Car-girl in the afternoon, & where the hell was VADIS when she came close to actually visiting me in Pearce Tower 30 years ago? (The evolution of Mindstorm would've been vastly different. It would've had all the Dick taken out of it, & Lucy, why haven't you bought my novel yet?)
I just looked at the science page on CNN.com -- rippling rings of dark matter, where 2 galaxies have collided...
...& yesterday I finished a near-complete draft of "Galaxies...", which is being Critter'd, as I Critter everything before it goes to Stan Schmidt, but really, realistically (mortal sin of LYs) I think he's going to buy the story, as it has.... well, galaxies controlling fate from... specifically, thousands of light-years ahead. When Trish leaves for work, I'll format it, write up a set of author's notes, & get it out in the email. Hopefully, it'll keep anyone from having their Jockstraps Pynchon -- everyone knows Bigdom Jacques can't write, or why else would he have dropped my report card in abject terror, after demanding proof of it, that U-boat makes me creative?
Blue shirt belly dancer...
...like Trish's idol, Britney, but she's gone all wiggy.
The next project after "Galaxies" will be Noc-Lar, which quite a few people have asked to see; it is, as Cawelti put it, "commercial", unlike anything David Dalglish has ever done -- rude bastard at Critters, he (apparently) felt personally affronted by my author's notes, so, if in someone else's opinion, especially the opinions of people who should know, & he didn't share their opinions, it was good & he didn't agree, it needed to be ridiculed.
He vanished without a trace. I don't even think he's still on Critters.
Yesterday was a big day for me to work on my writing. I also helped Trish clean Luna-tek's cage. (The Lunatic is on the grass.) We channel-surfed for awhile, & ended up watching Lawn Order. I experimented with taking my non-Scoobified pills an hour early: got me to sleep faster, but still a little over-sedated in the morning; it is the mania I crave, & schizophrenia, be the death of me!
Today will simply be a relaxing day with Car-girl in the afternoon, & where the hell was VADIS when she came close to actually visiting me in Pearce Tower 30 years ago? (The evolution of Mindstorm would've been vastly different. It would've had all the Dick taken out of it, & Lucy, why haven't you bought my novel yet?)
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