Confessions of a One-Track Mind

Today did not go quite as planned. missybrat was unwell and unbribable (Feel better soon, love!). I have not yet shopped; since BC and I are visiting food banks tomorrow, I decided to hold off on major shopping, although I may make a caffeine run in a bit.

As I expected, BC was ameneable to bribery; after the aforementioned banking, we're going to do the a/c installation and shift the mattress, not necessarily in that order. He gets money and gets to keep/recycle the dead a/c. (And welcome to it, I say.) Plus, he's got some copper wire for me, as apparently the price has gone down drastically since this time last year.

Today's talk was by a gentleman in our congregation who's also a writer, and his topic was "Last Words"---in the context of how the end of a piece of fiction should bring a kind of closure to the work. After the CRAP WRITING that was last night's two-hour Harper's Island finale, I was savagely amused by the irony. (Crap! Crap! Crap! Can you tell I was furiously dissatisfied?!) The talk, though, was very inventive---he'd printed out a number of final passages and distributed them for us to read aloud---without telling us what they were from. Some of us guessed---I knew several, including the one I got, which was To Kill a Mockingbird (which was pretty easy---where else are you going to find people named Scout, Jem and Atticus?).

Afterward, I came home and posted a wee drabble for Harper's Island, here and at Pit of Voles. Not much action here, but the hit counter over there is rolling over nicely, plus I've had 2 comments and been favorited 4 times. W00t, go me!

Went to SUPPER club tonight---it's been moved to Sundays, which I like much better, actually. Very small group, just three others, but one of them was LadyJ, and we always get along famously. Early on when we met, she said we'd known each other in previous lives as Carmelite nuns. I'm inclined to believe her, since I've had a lifelong "thing" about nuns. I wasn't raised Catholic, although I grew up in a predominantly Catholic neighborhood---8 AM meant the bells for Mass at St. Michael's.

I got to the restaurant early and knocked out a few hundred words on my post-apocalyptic western a/k/a the Jericho WIP. Have gotten them transcribed, and now I'm going to watch some BoB.

And in less than 24 hours, I will have a/c and a comfortable bed, deo volente....

( Don't get me wrong, I HATED the end. Bad writing is a sin, and someone is going to Hell for that crap. But I'm certain that, in that universe, this happened sometime after the conclusion, because of the bent sense of humor of the individual involved. And did I mention SPOILERS? )


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It rained AGAIN: no swimming. However, otherwise it was a pretty good day. GK and I came to an agreement that there are a few things I will have dibs on if/when Kat goes, IE, the fridge. Meanwhile, I have had access to the Grandma Lode of fabric; got a length of lime green stuff that I want to make a simple skirt from---it'll go well with my black and green top. A funny thing---we were both wearing dark neutral pants and tops with black, white and an accent color---and when we compared notes, found both tops were from TJ Maxx.

GK kept me fed: We dropped of the first vanful of stuff at the Sharing Center, hit McD's---chicken sandwich for her, fish for me. Went back, took on another load, got Kat and took all that to Sharing Center, then went in and browsed. Due to the fact that I had a total budget of $14 for the day, I didn't get every piece of hammered aluminum I saw---just one, which was particularly choice.

I've been collecting for well over a decade, and have never seen a similar one. It's a rectangular tray. The long sides are bent up at 45-degree angles for about a half-inch. Straight aluminum rods span the short sides as handles. The design embossed in the center is a continuous length of chain---very celtic-looking. At first I thought it was Canterbury Arts, which specialized in that sort of thing, but it's Everlast, which usually did the more fruits-and-flowers type designs. It was all of $4, which is about a quarter of what I paid for the lone Canterbury Arts tray I have.

We stopped at Taco Bell on the way to Goodwill. It's right next to my bank, where I had to write a check to cash---more on adventures in banking later*---and scored a steak quesadilla. Goodwill---there my major score was a neat pair of kitten-heeled black shoes with big fauceted stones in lieu of bows. Leather uppers, size 11, and worn/broken in enough that they fit despite not being wide. (Oh, btw pwcorgigirl, GK was delighted with the boots. They fit her just right, and she says they'll be excellent with trousers come winter.)

Aside from the items mentioned, my net was two books and a leopard-print chiffon scarf---more orangey than most of the leopard prints I see. I still have $2 and change left, gee, wow....

GK wanted to print a copy of her boarding pass, so we zipped to the library. Kat and I stayed in the van. She napped and I read one of my new acquisitions. GK was a busy little bee---in addition to the boarding pass, she inquired of the staff as to what it would take to get me a library card again---I don't think I've ever gone into that saga here, but basically, they claimed I'd lost a new book and sent me to collections, charging me the cost of the book plus what they claim the collection agency charged them---$75. This all went down around '02; I've never had a spare $75, and anyway, I hadn't lost their fucking book, so...etc.

According to her, the staff looked in the system, which as apparently new since my time, and said I wasn't in there as delinquent or anything, so theoretically I can go in there with ID and they'll set me up with a new card, and all will be joy and skittles. (Or joy and Starbursts, whatever.)

As if that wasn't happiness enow, she got a stack of Little Ceasar's pizzas on the way home, including one for me. We detoured to the humane society---closed, but we dropped off some decrepit towels for their use. They won't mind!

I have watched last week's Harper's Island for, like, the fourth time. I am no closer to figuring out wtf is going on, but OMG the hurt/comfort/angst potential for Sheriff Mills has me flailing wildly. If, of course, he survives the next few eps. (Although I was right about who was going to die this week, though not necessarily why.)

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* The bank business is making me insane. If I ever got a new card, god only knows where it is. I called my bank, extremely not happy about the whole thing...remember the other day, I said they'd sent it registered mail? Oh no, that would be too freaking simple. I had two green "Come and get it" postcards---I *thought* that's what it was, but no, I got to the post office and it turns out that my mail carrier is a four-star, gold-plated idjit, because the whatever it was want for me, it's for the Asshats next door. And the bozo somehow managed to leave TWO notifications in my mailbox. Silly me, not looking to see who it was addressed to, since after all, it was in my mailbox and there were TWO of them. So I called the bank today, they are asking to have the card reissued, which will take 7-10 business days. I swear, if I ever get my hands on the dipstick that arbitrarily canceled my card, I'm going to knock him/her on his/her ass and stomp them to a pulp. Thank God for online banking.

Gods help me, they had a Kindred: The Embraced marathon on SciFi channel today, and I got sucked in to that. Way too many pretties, and a few "OMG, that's!---".... Now, if they'd just rerun American Gothic, I'd be a really happy camper.

( Criminal Minds was awesome tonight! )

I haven't written anything, I've done some picking up, although no lie, those bags are HUGE.

Tomorrow is the season finale for SPN---I'm torn between fear and anticipation. Either way, I have an idea of what I'm going to work on as a SPN summer project, IF I do anything.

There's no Harper's Island this weekend, and I'm really snarked by how poorly CBS is promoting it. I keep reviewing the suspects according to means, motive and opportunity, although any time "a deranged killer" is being floated as a suspect, logic tends to be a longshot.

I'm driving on the donut, so I'm anticipating payday on Friday almost as much as SPN. Plus, I've GOT to get a fan for my room---the window A/C is blowing air, but the compressor is ded, and it's been roasting. Oh god, and it's only MAY!

One WIP: Sylar/Danko slashtastic skullfuck pr0n.
One pr0n warming up in the on deck circle: Wild, Wild West meets Torchwood (Thank karaokegal for the working title: The Night of the Time Agent.)
One plot bunny I am trying to shoot dead, but it's dancing around laughing at me: What would happen if the Winchesters and the Dukes swapped cars...?*

I spent a chunk of the afternoon/evening clearing things off my TiVo---I am getting better at the video equivalent of "catch and release"---call it "watch and release". There's fresh SPN and a new Harper's Island tomorrow. Have I mentioned how much I'm loving Harper's so far? Brilliant thinky-thoughts by dodger_winslow under the cut....

I have this coming Saturday off, and I'm coordinating a canasta night at Schnauzerland, woohoo. How about it, sbjb?

And hey, let's hear it for the birthday boy!


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* Okay, I KNOW what would happen. The General Lee would come back with a Metallica tape permenantly jammed in the tape player and the Impala's horn would play "Dixie"....

I thought we were finally settled into a permanant seating arrangement, but today several of us---including me---got shifted around. I had a minor hissy fit and managed to get a place I like at the end of a row, although tomorrow, I'm going to wear pants so I can crawl under my previous desk and swap out keyboards. The space key on this one sticks. Note to self, take in a few more Q-tips to go with the little jar of rubbing alcohol I took in to clean the mouse with. The last one was bad, this one was outright filthy and nobody else does it. I sometimes wonder wtf it is that tech support actually DOES all the time....

Came home, watched Harper's Island, which is gonna be interesting. I was a little surprised by who got killed at the end of the ep---I didn't see THAT coming---and there are an awful lot of pretty 20-somethings left. Yawn. They hinted at an angsty relationship between the sheriff (Jim Beaver, hooray!) and his daughter, so hopefully he'll be around for most, if not all, of it.

And tomorrow, I need to leave the house early and see if I can pick up a cheap tire OR get someone to put the donut on for me, because the right front was almost flat when I got out of work again tonight. And there was a car parked right in front of the air pump at the nearest gas station; I had to go another two blocks and neither one of them is lit worth a damn.

Guh, I'm tired, and my week has two days left....

From Yahoo TV: CBS' midseason show "Harper's Island" reworks Agatha Christie. Although insiders are skeptical that its odd horror-tinged format will draw enough viewers, the idea is a clever effort to bring back a faded genre. But CBS is concerned about "Island's" once-indestructible lead-in. With "CSI" swapping lead actors in January as Laurence Fishburne takes over for the departing William Petersen, the show's ratings might weaken.

Craptastic. I'm reading between the lines here...Harper's Island is Jim Beaver's new side job---and if I'm reading this right, it's going to be on Thursday nights. I really hope it's not going to be head-to-head with the boys, I really do...that's an evil choice to have to make.

And since it's inevitable, I wonder how long before someone does press coverage with a title like "Harper's Bizarre Island"?