The Day Before Today

Yeah, they showed that real sucky disaster flick last night, the "global warming creates new ice age" one that Biggie & the Skinny Dog both thought was so realistic. Karen's comment: "It's an uncontrolled experiment, & we're in it. We're in it." So, OK? It got the worst movie physics of all time on the Insultingly Stupid Movie Physics website, which is a good place to go if you want to laugh at Darth Vader. Which Cheri thought was a good movie, as she watches movies "for entertainment", not didactics (which is the whole point of Analog), but mostly, this particular nursing school dropout just really has no realistic scientific background, about as much as the bozo at Andromeda Spaceways who thought my science was "truly atrociously bad", as everything this clod knows undoubtedly comes out of the Marvelous Comix, & not any kind of degree.

But the disaster flick, we didn't watch it. Passed it by.

That was the evening, a time of atomic ooga-chugga. In the morning, for the most part, Trish & I drank our Scooby-Dew, wishing I had an OOBE-doobie (stopped years ago cuzza rising prices; I mean like a Z should cost 15 buckadingdongs, not 200 -- & where the hell was Biggie when we needed him last Saturday?), then we perambulated in the direction of El Taco Loco, where we had taco burgers & fries.

Trish wanted to mop the floor after lunch. She had wanted to mop it the day before, but I advised her to just relax. The woman is clearly depressed, but today we ride the magic van down to the City of Electric Light to see Doc Larocque. (What happened to the magic bus? Pulled out; not enough profit.)

I actually did some writing while Trish cleaned. The computer saves Dawn, though Lead's patent on her has expired. & it's anti-Tolkein writing. Tolkein worked to remove allegory. I suppose I could transform Dawn back into Juanita, but I'd rather make her... I have absolutely no idea what nationality this woman is.

I suppose she could like Roxy Music. I want to order Bryan Ferry's Dylanesque & burn it for Joe. With both ends. It's too late, the rush is on...

After I turned the computer off, we watched Part 4 of movie 2 of LOTR. It went on so long, we eventually broke for supper; after awhile, during the portions about music (my only friend), we just shut the thing down.

We watched a porno with the college station as background, while I took a Viagra in the middle of it. Trish shivered me timbers & blew me woody.

We had some applesauce (Albertson's store brand), then took our various legal drugz & crashed.

This afternoon Karen (non-Relationships) will be picking us up for our odyssey, albeit by land & not sea. & certainly not on Dawn's Highway; we have to pass the Iron Claws instead, though bypassing the Cat's Foot Hills.

We need to travel the day before as Trish needs her dentures fixed. We will spend the night, & possibly meet Eldritch Palmer, a writer of good Dick imitations. Do a lot of shopping, eat at a buffet.

Hopefully, I can get the Doc to shrink downward somewhat this drug salad I'm on. I'm taking a mood stabilizer, 2 very expensive atypical antipsychotics, a sleeping pill foisted on me by the insurance, a side effect pill, a blood pressure pill, & a bunch of eyedrops. If I ever sell a book, hot or otherwise, I may have to be switched to cheaper alternatives, perhaps even U-boat.

I wish I was born 1,000 years ago...

I wish I could sail the darkened seas in a great big submarine, going from this land here to that in a vorkler's suit & cap. (Yeah, & VADIS vorkled everyone but me, simply because I have loco brains.)