lazy day; today will be different
The events of the 19th transpired like so many other Sundays -- Trish in sweats & t-shirt, braless underneath (from the night of sex beforehand), watching movies, playing Penguins & -- at last -- using the Internet for something: writing in her blog & sending email.
She also spent a lot of time cleaning -- the kitchen needed to be mopped & she attempted to defrost the downstairs mini-fridge from when the basement used to be a separate apartment. While she did this, I watched Hairy Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone, as research for Noc-Lar. It turned out to be about what I expected -- terribly under-researched -- & even worse than I expected, in other ways: I really hated seeing the flying broomsticks & Potter winning the magic contest, repeated from the first film. It did move me, though, to consider that SF/F (genre form) develops from "what we all know" about science/magic, & in the case of the people for whom these films are made (including Star Wars/Trek), it ain't that much.
This means that, with Noc-Lar, I may be either totally on-target -- for innovating -- or suffering the curse of Dalglish -- it's "just part of their worlds; you can have your universal solvent" -- where, as with Virgo Lucifera (& a more polite response) it won't work for the mass audience because, by writing hard science fiction with abandoned paradigms, I'll lose them in what they don't know. The Hairy Potter approach? One sentence of exposition, & not a word about the number of the Jung light. It's bad, or at least, so I hope to inform the Analog audience.
I went over to Albertson's before supper, to pick up some yogurt. I met "Plush" Suzette Wiccan in line, mentioned that I might want to see her (25 lb.s of weight gain is sufficient to see a dietitian about; didn't want to discuss my medicine in public) & also Trish's need for yogurt -- the seizure.
In the evening, after a supper of chili-mac & mixed vegetables, since the basement had started to heat up, I suggested staying upstairs & turning the a/c on. As mentioned, Trish did her Internet stuff, & then we watched our Moody Blues DVD until bedtime.
Sleep went well. I woke up around 6:00, didn't feel all exhausted or Cranky Bear.
We're going to the bank today, to check out some money for the water bill & groceries. I also want to ask Stellar to download my printer drivers & put them on a disc. I'm tired of waiting for John, & Ted's going to be out of town for a week.
I need them, not simply just to scan in Insanity Can Be Fun, but to order a copy of The Mind-Warp Era, in order to anonymously mail it into SI, with a note, "Check out the Greatest". Other remarks will be, "The only Reality is Allah" & "At heart, I am an American artist, & I have no guilt!" Bryan Frank L. needs to recognize the duplicity of Alpha Delt in what happened. They, in turn, need to be exposed for making a deliberate attempt to destroy my intellect & entire mind, for that matter, just because my letters & phone calls -- a manic symptom -- traumatized "their" VADIS. As the name implies, the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System is Destructive.
Also, a great waste of time, & someone I wish I'd never met.
At least Muhammad Ali came to visit me in the hospital.
She also spent a lot of time cleaning -- the kitchen needed to be mopped & she attempted to defrost the downstairs mini-fridge from when the basement used to be a separate apartment. While she did this, I watched Hairy Potter & the Sorcerer's Stone, as research for Noc-Lar. It turned out to be about what I expected -- terribly under-researched -- & even worse than I expected, in other ways: I really hated seeing the flying broomsticks & Potter winning the magic contest, repeated from the first film. It did move me, though, to consider that SF/F (genre form) develops from "what we all know" about science/magic, & in the case of the people for whom these films are made (including Star Wars/Trek), it ain't that much.
This means that, with Noc-Lar, I may be either totally on-target -- for innovating -- or suffering the curse of Dalglish -- it's "just part of their worlds; you can have your universal solvent" -- where, as with Virgo Lucifera (& a more polite response) it won't work for the mass audience because, by writing hard science fiction with abandoned paradigms, I'll lose them in what they don't know. The Hairy Potter approach? One sentence of exposition, & not a word about the number of the Jung light. It's bad, or at least, so I hope to inform the Analog audience.
I went over to Albertson's before supper, to pick up some yogurt. I met "Plush" Suzette Wiccan in line, mentioned that I might want to see her (25 lb.s of weight gain is sufficient to see a dietitian about; didn't want to discuss my medicine in public) & also Trish's need for yogurt -- the seizure.
In the evening, after a supper of chili-mac & mixed vegetables, since the basement had started to heat up, I suggested staying upstairs & turning the a/c on. As mentioned, Trish did her Internet stuff, & then we watched our Moody Blues DVD until bedtime.
Sleep went well. I woke up around 6:00, didn't feel all exhausted or Cranky Bear.
We're going to the bank today, to check out some money for the water bill & groceries. I also want to ask Stellar to download my printer drivers & put them on a disc. I'm tired of waiting for John, & Ted's going to be out of town for a week.
I need them, not simply just to scan in Insanity Can Be Fun, but to order a copy of The Mind-Warp Era, in order to anonymously mail it into SI, with a note, "Check out the Greatest". Other remarks will be, "The only Reality is Allah" & "At heart, I am an American artist, & I have no guilt!" Bryan Frank L. needs to recognize the duplicity of Alpha Delt in what happened. They, in turn, need to be exposed for making a deliberate attempt to destroy my intellect & entire mind, for that matter, just because my letters & phone calls -- a manic symptom -- traumatized "their" VADIS. As the name implies, the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System is Destructive.
Also, a great waste of time, & someone I wish I'd never met.
At least Muhammad Ali came to visit me in the hospital.
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