Category: Writing

His behaviour in UK Parliament over the last couple of days is scandalous where it isn’t treasonous and a grift of international proportions where it’s neither of those. The Guardian If! cartoons have been SAVAGE I mean the Queen gets a right SHE-(L)LACK-ING

This is Michael Balter: He is my twitter pal. We message back and forth a couple of times a year. He is a mensch. If there are not guys holding bastards like Lordkipanidze accountable for the bullshit bullying and sexual harassment they do, regular newspapers won’t touch it. And he does it for free.

Alex came by yesterday with his mama. He had an excellent opening day at school. His dad was also there to help fill out paperwork.

Genre writers’ meetup last night another lovely evening.  I probably won’t attend so much once the weather is bad, but getting out of the house feels interesting and sometimes almost good. I still have to force myself to do anything that involves leaving the house.

Jeff neglected his sunscreen and is now as Caucacious as one can imagine. He’s not suffering from the sunburn although various muscle groups are remonstrating with him from time to time.

I am doing a bunch of behind the scenes writing stuff, honestly, and also I can now publicly announce since it is known to Paul that LOIS IS COMING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY possibly also THE BOB which would be so so wonderful.

Grifters gonna grift: Jacob Wohl gets bit.

For future reference this is an article saying he’s wanted for a felony arrest warrant for being a fucking capitalist ‘double your money’ and ‘bet on Trump’ grifter.

This is a very cute little animation. She mostly does still illustrations.

Lovely Labour Day Brekkie at Angelina’s in New West. I had the multiberry waffle and Jeff had the strawberry banana french toast. It’s a lovely venue but noisy.

Today I’m going to drag myself upright after basically lolling in bed for a couple of days and get on some tasks that need finishing. I should probably start by emptying the dryer….

World’s most lacking in oomf destiel fic is now 6100 words long.

I have been thinking about HOTM-Reducks

two shooters along a highway apparently

 

what a world

She called me earlier this week just to hear my voice and that was very pleasant.

Migraineur at the moment. No pain, just bewilderment and exhaustion.

We went for a walk in the foreshore park yesterday, Paul and I, and did a small shop afterward. I cooked up the halibut with taters and peas, and it was really yummy.

I feel very odd right now. I have to assume this is a migraine. It’s hard to talk and I feel stiff and ill used, nothing like how I feel after a nice walk.

Jeff says I sure whine a lot.

I wrote a song longing for a man and my longing was assuaged. I wrote a song longing for a man and my longing turned into a hot zone of bad vibes and coming to terms with the complete ashy lack of morality some people have; temporary assuagement of longing duly noted. I wrote a poem and it came true, because I am a true bard. What I sing comes into being. I can shape the future with song. It’s a big responsibility, I wish I was a better person.

I wrote a novel and in that novel the human tells the alien to keep a diary and given that she has perfect autobiographical memory she doesn’t see the point. She does it anyway because George keeps bugging her to do things as the humans do, it’s ‘interesting and fun’.

You’re different when the diary is over.

I started reviewing my diary – my blog – from April 2005 and it’s nothing but domestic arguments and being fucked over at work. I’m not that human anymore. I don’t have domestic arguments any more. I’m not being fucked over at work any more, although capitalism still grips me hard.

I misplaced my physical diary.

Later – I found it. It was a journey.

I’m laughing at myself.

Bloodwork is complete, I’ll find out what’s going on eventually I imagine. This one was for thyroid function, I’m so sleepy. I’m not cold, though.

Them: Excuse me! Would you like a hand crossing? This road is very busy.

Me: That would be great, thank you so much.

Them: How shall we do this? Do you want to take my arm, or shall I take yours?

And that, my friends, is how you offer a visually impaired person assistance.

Jeff, who has a fine array of useful tools and accoutrements, provided me with some shrink wrap and I finally was able to fix my new glasses so there isn’t a little catch on both temples which eats two or three hairs – a side – every time I try to take them off. Took forever to shrink down, using a hair dryer, but it works now.

Brief shop this am (we were in and out of the store and home in 25 minutes!) and I acquired a couple of pork tenderloins, which I have now turned into food with the last of Peggy’s plum sauce. Very tasty in my opinion.

We are getting a tiny bit of rain now, scarcely enough to buff up the grass.