Nobody should care about my lunch

But it’s important to me, because Jeff caught the fish I am eating.

I’m having smoked salmon pâté with Natural Pastures brie, sliced purple onion, on a very expensive toasted crostata bun. With a side of raw baby carrots and Assam/Darjeeling blend tea.

Jeff is vacuuming downstairs. I should probably do something about the kitchen floor since he’s being so enterprising.

Just got off the phone with Sandra; she had a reasonably good visit with Paul and she just got buzzed by three pileated woodpeckers, so there’s that.  I hope the rest of his travels are safe and fair.

a quick wander ’round the web

My morning starts with the following sites:

boingboing.net

From which we get a timelapse video of an airport.

cnn.com

From which I learn very little, but once in a while there’s something I follow up on.

digg.com

I find some of the best stuff I repost there

eurekalert.org

A brain expansion device.  Almost all the technical ideas for my novel, including that George’s skin is made of a sandwich of carbene and two other materials which we don’t currently understand, except one of them seems to be a nested molecular spring assembly.

facebook.com

Hey, I just this week reconnected with the glorious Janet, who saved my ass, Paul’s ass, and the ass of the children MANY times when we were living in Montréal.  It’s one thing facebook is very good for, and if I could talk my mother into joining she’d never get any ****ing family history done she would be so busy reconnecting with rellies.

fark.com

John  came home one time from Value Village with a Fark tshirt for me.  Long term fans of this blog will recollect I actually met Drew at a Vancouver Fark Party (Keith in tow).  I love him, as an idea and as a person.  ALSO, IT WAS THE ONE SPORTS BAR IN VANCOUVER I EVER WENT TO WHERE THE  ASPECT RATIO WAS SET CORRECTLY ON **EVERY**SINGLE**TV**  So really it was a lot like getting struck by lightning, while drinking with a crowd of new friends.

gawker.com

Cause I like gossip, yo.

io9.com

Where I get my sf media fix.

jezebel.com

The snarkiest and most hypocritical site on the net, viz feminism.  Really feministing.com is better, but I keep getting lost in the comments thread.

lifehacker.com

Good info and hucksterism jostling for clickspace

livejournal.com

Most of the filkers I know are on it.

news1130.com

Local news which I grab and repost for local peeps on facebook

popurls.com

ERMA GERD.  So much links, so much clickyness

rawstory.com

I’ve been following them since they were a little breathless puppy of a newssite

reddit.com

Nicer than 4chan, worse than cleaning out a pedophile’s garage.  A black hole for time, energy and the will to live.

slashdot.org

Most of the time I don’t understand the links, but it’s educational when I do

thedailybeast.com

Self-indulgent and unclear as to its audience, but I find original reporting in there which makes it worth it.

twitter.com

How terse can I be?  It’s a puzzle

and I often make sidetrips to

freethoughtblogs.com/pharyngula/

Very happy to see PZ Myers has unequivocally opposed Richard Dawkins on his fiat statement on the abortability of genetically non-normative fetuses. To posit that the correct moral stance is to abort the fetus is yet another vomit stain on Dawkins’ fratbro drunkard’s walk through the pubcrawl of contemporary ethics.

icanhazcheeseburger.com OH LOOK DOGE

visualnews.com PRETTY PICKCHURS

imdb.com

thecryptosphere.com/ – a site started by Lorraine Murphy, a local journo and online buddy.

 

 

 

Word count and then some

It wasn’t very inspired, but it doesn’t have to be.  It will have the crap edited out of it.

Jeff found a really good documentary about six crazy men reconstructing Sir Ernest Shackleton’s famous voyage, narrated by Brian Cox.  We are quite enjoying it, but watching six metre waves come over that tiny ships’ boat makes our hearts leap up into our mouths.

Word count made yesterday.  I’m wanting fresh corn and other stuff – it is the best time of the year for food after all.

Everybody have a loving and productive day!

Terrible night’s sleep

I have mostly not been having insomnia, but last night was pretty bad.

Today, job search, practice and writing.

Paul is in Ontario staying with Sandra.  They had steak cooked over a fire last night.  I hope Paul is at least able to get Sandra into a canoe – one of the drawbacks of owning a fantastic property is that you’re too busy looking after it to enjoy it.

Wish I was there!

 

 

Yay! Tammy is coming for Christmas!

I had such a lovely time with her the last time she was here and it gives me something fun to look forward to. She’ll have Katie’s baby to chuck under the chin too, inshallah.

Strangely, though I do collect moose, this morning was the first time I’d heard of this.

First draft of the novel is on track for completion second week of September.  Then my mother and I are going to edit the hell out of it, and then I’m going to pay a professional to edit it.

 

Robin Williams is funnier than me

But he sure inspires me.

My take for UUs:

  1. Well behaved dogs are welcome at service.
  2. You are obliged to believe in dinosaurs.
  3. Male, female, trans* and intersex, God created ’em; male, female, trans* and intersex, we ordain ’em.
  4. You don’t have to check your brains at the door, but we’d be obliged if you don’t snore.
  5. Stand as you are able.
  6. No church in the summer – God trusts you to play safe and have fun.
  7. Free cheese on Sunday.
  8. Unless you’re planning on sewing it yourself, we’re not so much with the pageantry.
  9. You don’t have to swim to participate in the Water Ceremony.
  10. No matter what you believe, there’s bound to be at least one other UU who agrees with you.

Today’s decrufting

Mostly today will be clothes and books. Katie needed her toesies dealt with (she don’t bend so good) so I gave her a mini-pedi, and then worried I’d taken too much off and called her. She said, “Aw, have you been worrying about it?” and I thought, well, no, but I was concerned.

Made word count and then some yesterday. I haven’t been practicing, but I’ll get busy today.

Jeff went fishing yesterday with his buddy Rob and caught a coho – we’re gonna barbecue and eat it today. Hm. I suppose I should see if I have to decap and gut it. (Just check, no thank god)

Charles Brackett’s Hollywood diary is about to be big news; he was Billy Wilder’s creative partner for more than a decade. He is alleged to have recorded Groucho Marx describing Victor Mature: “He looks like something the cathouse dragged in.” I suspect I will enjoy it. Anyway, here’s the article which brought the diary to my attention.

Thanks Jeff for brekkie.

Former rellies in law are encouraging me to move to northern BC. I am investigating, and may fly up there in September. There’s work, but sheesh the winters, and it would make getting to see the parents and grandbaby rather epic.

Heartsick about Ferguson

If the local people of color had decided to have a “peaceful open-carry demonstration”, news teams would show all their brains being scraped off the streets this morning while Fox “News” had a panel of white Republicans discussing “the problem of violent ghetto culture”, and you fucking know it.

A quote from a public defender I know in the US. Ferguson MO is a bad place to be human, let alone black.

Katie’s coming over today

She’s going to cut me hair, which is good, as I am a little shaggier than I’d like to be.

Paper and clothing decrufting continues although much slower. Mostly yesterday I watched movies, being Belle (very enjoyable) and the Raid 2 (one of the bloodiest, least apologetic, and most action packed movies evar). We are continuing to watch our way through the Jeremy Brett Sherlock Holmes, which is loads of fun for Brett’s mincing exactitude.

The heat has broken. Apparently it’s quite cold in Ontario now.

One of the finds in the decrufting was Sandra’s promotional pic of her as a clown. It’s up where I can see it to encourage me as I try to pry myself loose of attachment to too much stuff.

My god, feline, what HAVE you been eating

Miss Margot jumped up on the bed (she rarely snuggles) and curled up right next to me and permitted me to skritch her and tell her she was pretty. (I can’t tell her she is smart, that would be a lie.) She edges her bum closer and closer to my face, and just when I’m thinking she might settle in for the night, she drops a couple of SBDs and jumps down when I burst out laughing.

Truly, I have the cat I deserve.

Later…. she came in, jumped up on the desk and started knocking shit off. Cats are assholes.