dentist the mentalist
Dr. V. filled Trish's cavity yesterday. I let her get up a little late (8:30), but decided against allowing her to make a blog entry, as I needed to wait to hear from the nurses in Electric City: since beginning Seroquel, I've gained 25 lb.s. That doesn't change my opinion of "Scientology", or other "important legislation" to remove neuraleptics from the market, the only people behind that are schizophrenics who get paranoid about their meds.
After Trish & I finished our coffee, we went over to the Iron Claw Credit Union, where Trish cashed in her bag of nickels, dimes, & pennies: $13 + some change.
We then returned to our dream home, eventually walked over to the soup kitchen, where they had goulash; soup, of course; & various other elements of a nutritious meal, something we never get at Cafe Cheri: the butter wouldn't melt, so pour it in the corn; chicken, finger-lickin', "I'm one of them weird people who thinks that the skin makes it taste better": argue, argue, argue -- her qualifications to so argue? "I flunked out of nursing school". (Wonder what Colleen is going to make of her behavior in the sequel to Mindstorm?)
After lunch, after waiting for Car-girl to come -- held up by all the construction on Dawn's Highway, interfering wiith her refilling the tank -- we cruised merely halfway to Chinook, where we had to turn around: traffic accident, looked like motorcycles (the Stergis biker rally going on, bringing them thru town constantly). We almost rescheduled, but then Car-girl noticed a service road. We bypassed the main highway until we came to Chinook, moved rapidly once more, passing several cars.
The dentist took about an hour. We fell into silence on the way home. Car-girl dropped us off at the corner, so we could go to El Taco Loco.
We tried to scan the original Mindstorm into the computer, but it had a paper jam after page 3, so I had Trish re-collate the pages, then tried again -- reached the point where I had to download it, page by page; MS-Word gave me an error message -- at which point I noticed that the printer itself had an error message flashing on its carapace.
Then we went down in the basement, to get our heads excited via means of the Moody Blues DVD, & Trish once more collated the pages. I decided to hold off on scanning until today, but I did ask her to help by breaking the material up into smaller chapters.
We went to bed after an episode of Enterprise. Sci-fi, with its limited funds, often has to rerun old shows that weren't terribly successful in the first place, just to avoid new material, esp. new material that requires a big special effects budget.
Night-time was dreamy.
Dreams can hurt as well as help: witness the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System: she cuts, but she doesn't care.
I'll retry the scan later today, after Trish is at work. What I want to do here is to go back to the (superior) original, & translate some of the Mind-Warp chapters into comic book scripts. Which he dutifully sends to Lee Stanley at Miraculous Comics, & which always come back with rejection slips. (The Hog does the same thing.)
Today is my SF day, unless I manage to actually scan Mindstorm Ch.1 into the machine. Some of that involves necessary reading of The Singing Trees -- which, with the problems it has (unnecessary back story & over-long description), has nonetheless become a source of inspiration, for the archetypes it contains.
Which, if it doesn't scan, will mean time spent with my science "fact" article, which contains a new definition of archetype, but so far, lacks evidence in the form of examples.
The other matter is to contact Jerome over a possible collaboration. Of course, he'll say no, but it might not hurt to try...
...for the Kingdom if I can, 'cause it makes me feel like I'm a man to put a spike into my vein & I tell ya things aren't quite the same & I guess that I just don't know...
...Seroquel, be the death of me! (Well, it would make more sense if it were injectable haldol, but I'm not on that stuff anymore.)
After Trish & I finished our coffee, we went over to the Iron Claw Credit Union, where Trish cashed in her bag of nickels, dimes, & pennies: $13 + some change.
We then returned to our dream home, eventually walked over to the soup kitchen, where they had goulash; soup, of course; & various other elements of a nutritious meal, something we never get at Cafe Cheri: the butter wouldn't melt, so pour it in the corn; chicken, finger-lickin', "I'm one of them weird people who thinks that the skin makes it taste better": argue, argue, argue -- her qualifications to so argue? "I flunked out of nursing school". (Wonder what Colleen is going to make of her behavior in the sequel to Mindstorm?)
After lunch, after waiting for Car-girl to come -- held up by all the construction on Dawn's Highway, interfering wiith her refilling the tank -- we cruised merely halfway to Chinook, where we had to turn around: traffic accident, looked like motorcycles (the Stergis biker rally going on, bringing them thru town constantly). We almost rescheduled, but then Car-girl noticed a service road. We bypassed the main highway until we came to Chinook, moved rapidly once more, passing several cars.
The dentist took about an hour. We fell into silence on the way home. Car-girl dropped us off at the corner, so we could go to El Taco Loco.
We tried to scan the original Mindstorm into the computer, but it had a paper jam after page 3, so I had Trish re-collate the pages, then tried again -- reached the point where I had to download it, page by page; MS-Word gave me an error message -- at which point I noticed that the printer itself had an error message flashing on its carapace.
Then we went down in the basement, to get our heads excited via means of the Moody Blues DVD, & Trish once more collated the pages. I decided to hold off on scanning until today, but I did ask her to help by breaking the material up into smaller chapters.
We went to bed after an episode of Enterprise. Sci-fi, with its limited funds, often has to rerun old shows that weren't terribly successful in the first place, just to avoid new material, esp. new material that requires a big special effects budget.
Night-time was dreamy.
Dreams can hurt as well as help: witness the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System: she cuts, but she doesn't care.
I'll retry the scan later today, after Trish is at work. What I want to do here is to go back to the (superior) original, & translate some of the Mind-Warp chapters into comic book scripts. Which he dutifully sends to Lee Stanley at Miraculous Comics, & which always come back with rejection slips. (The Hog does the same thing.)
Today is my SF day, unless I manage to actually scan Mindstorm Ch.1 into the machine. Some of that involves necessary reading of The Singing Trees -- which, with the problems it has (unnecessary back story & over-long description), has nonetheless become a source of inspiration, for the archetypes it contains.
Which, if it doesn't scan, will mean time spent with my science "fact" article, which contains a new definition of archetype, but so far, lacks evidence in the form of examples.
The other matter is to contact Jerome over a possible collaboration. Of course, he'll say no, but it might not hurt to try...
...for the Kingdom if I can, 'cause it makes me feel like I'm a man to put a spike into my vein & I tell ya things aren't quite the same & I guess that I just don't know...
...Seroquel, be the death of me! (Well, it would make more sense if it were injectable haldol, but I'm not on that stuff anymore.)
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