Have a safe and happy 4th, y'all!

Still at Schnauzerland. Hair has not been done, as I realized at the last minute that I had the chemicals but not the applicator bottle. Oopsie! The car is mostly packed up, I know S&T are on the road and may be back at any time, although I'm hanging around in hopes the weather will cooperate for fireworks. (9 PM) Made a soda run to Publix and crossed paths with CapeGypsy, who commented favorably on the hair.

Discovered to my chagrin (chagrin that I didn't notice this a week ago) that they have the OMG-every-single-premium-channel package---was up til 4AM watching DeVour---and yes, I've already seen it at least five times, but never on a humongous HDTV. Oh, teh pretty!

I was invited to go shopping with sbjb, and declined because I'm here and she's there and I was getting ready to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which I hadn't seen...it's a good thing I'm familiar with the book, since it turned out that it was---wait for it!---dubbed in Spanish! I had a pretty fair idea of what was going on, although I had plenty of time to notice how many subplots were elided or dropped completely. The more I see of the young thing they've got playing Neville---with a Scots accent, no less!---the more I want to get back to my Neville and Drake 'verse---although my Draco is more like a young David Bowie than Tom Felton....

Yesterday at work was dead slow. I got a wild hair and did some scribbling...none of the usual suspects: I revisited Jericho, something I started at least a year ago. Kind of a 21st century western, with Deputy Bill and Jonah Prowse as a two-man posse on the trail of Bill's sister Melanie, who's been abducted by some post-nuke brothel keepers. There's probably not a huge audience for it, but it's been lurking in my head for a long time and seems to want to be written, so...at least I've done something with it.

I started a SPN/DeVour crossover...during the writer's strike, I think...and I've been thinking about that one, too. So many bunnies, so little time. I've got a bunch of stuff started, maybe a chapter or two complete, and along comes another bright idea and away I go.

It is raining fish right now, but that doesn't mean anything. In Florida, a lot can happen weather-wise in four hours.

Have a safe and happy 4th, y'all!

Still at Schnauzerland. Hair has not been done, as I realized at the last minute that I had the chemicals but not the applicator bottle. Oopsie! The car is mostly packed up, I know S&T are on the road and may be back at any time, although I'm hanging around in hopes the weather will cooperate for fireworks. (9 PM) Made a soda run to Publix and crossed paths with CapeGypsy, who commented favorably on the hair.

Discovered to my chagrin (chagrin that I didn't notice this a week ago) that they have the OMG-every-single-premium-channel package---was up til 4AM watching DeVour---and yes, I've already seen it at least five times, but never on a humongous HDTV. Oh, teh pretty!

I was invited to go shopping with sbjb, and declined because I'm here and she's there and I was getting ready to watch Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, which I hadn't seen...it's a good thing I'm familiar with the book, since it turned out that it was---wait for it!---dubbed in Spanish! I had a pretty fair idea of what was going on, although I had plenty of time to notice how many subplots were elided or dropped completely. The more I see of the young thing they've got playing Neville---with a Scots accent, no less!---the more I want to get back to my Neville and Drake 'verse---although my Draco is more like a young David Bowie than Tom Felton....

Yesterday at work was dead slow. I got a wild hair and did some scribbling...none of the usual suspects: I revisited Jericho, something I started at least a year ago. Kind of a 21st century western, with Deputy Bill and Jonah Prowse as a two-man posse on the trail of Bill's sister Melanie, who's been abducted by some post-nuke brothel keepers. There's probably not a huge audience for it, but it's been lurking in my head for a long time and seems to want to be written, so...at least I've done something with it.

I started a SPN/DeVour crossover...during the writer's strike, I think...and I've been thinking about that one, too. So many bunnies, so little time. I've got a bunch of stuff started, maybe a chapter or two complete, and along comes another bright idea and away I go.

It is raining fish right now, but that doesn't mean anything. In Florida, a lot can happen weather-wise in four hours.

With quite a few bangs and a whimper

The fireworks on the beach were lots of fun. It was supposed to start at 9---it was late---but despite the plethora of electric lights up and down A1A warning that unsanctioned fireworks on the beach could cost a massive fine, there was plenty of amateur activity.

I hung out with T and his brother L---S was out of it---and we watched and schmoozed. S's decline was one topic for discussion---we agree that unless she pulls herself out of it, she probably isn't going to last more than another couple years, if that. I've known her for 25+ years, and I've seen her go to extremes, but this? She's the only one who can save herself, but she's let go and is drifting.

I left the guys to it sometime around 10. Drove back, still plenty of pyrotechnic activity going on alongside the causeways. Stopped by my local WalMart for a couple things and bumped into someone I haven't seen in quite a while---a mutual friends of ours, missybrat---you'll know who I mean when I say he's doing the same thing there that he was when he worked around the corner at WinnDixie. Was much pleased when he said how good I looked---was wearing a tan top with black and white print, brown capris---nothing special---but he commented that I'd lost quite a lot of weight. Considering that when he last saw me I was still with HWSNBN and I weighed around 393, er, yeah. I mentioned this and named numbers, which seemed to surprise him, but they're only numbers---I roll my eyes when I see one of those tabloid covers picking on someone who WEIGHS 200 POUNDS!!. Oh, please. I haven't weighed that since the second Nixon administration!

All was well until I walked up to my front door and saw the dreaded pink tag: My water's been cut off. This is unfortunate, since I seriously need a shower before church tomorrow. Luckily, Kat invited me to come stay with her before I departed with the C's. She took pity because of my lack of a/c, but that plus lack of water? I intend to set an alarm for Very Early tomorrow and see if I can zoom through her shower and still make it to church.

It looks like the coming paycheck is half gone already. Yikes, what a life! But all things considered, I'd rather be me than S.

With quite a few bangs and a whimper

The fireworks on the beach were lots of fun. It was supposed to start at 9---it was late---but despite the plethora of electric lights up and down A1A warning that unsanctioned fireworks on the beach could cost a massive fine, there was plenty of amateur activity.

I hung out with T and his brother L---S was out of it---and we watched and schmoozed. S's decline was one topic for discussion---we agree that unless she pulls herself out of it, she probably isn't going to last more than another couple years, if that. I've known her for 25+ years, and I've seen her go to extremes, but this? She's the only one who can save herself, but she's let go and is drifting.

I left the guys to it sometime around 10. Drove back, still plenty of pyrotechnic activity going on alongside the causeways. Stopped by my local WalMart for a couple things and bumped into someone I haven't seen in quite a while---a mutual friends of ours, missybrat---you'll know who I mean when I say he's doing the same thing there that he was when he worked around the corner at WinnDixie. Was much pleased when he said how good I looked---was wearing a tan top with black and white print, brown capris---nothing special---but he commented that I'd lost quite a lot of weight. Considering that when he last saw me I was still with HWSNBN and I weighed around 393, er, yeah. I mentioned this and named numbers, which seemed to surprise him, but they're only numbers---I roll my eyes when I see one of those tabloid covers picking on someone who WEIGHS 200 POUNDS!!. Oh, please. I haven't weighed that since the second Nixon administration!

All was well until I walked up to my front door and saw the dreaded pink tag: My water's been cut off. This is unfortunate, since I seriously need a shower before church tomorrow. Luckily, Kat invited me to come stay with her before I departed with the C's. She took pity because of my lack of a/c, but that plus lack of water? I intend to set an alarm for Very Early tomorrow and see if I can zoom through her shower and still make it to church.

It looks like the coming paycheck is half gone already. Yikes, what a life! But all things considered, I'd rather be me than S.