Bertie Ahern just knocked on my door to give me a political flyer for one of the TDs who’s running in the district. He even said, “I’m Bertie.” For the benefit of non-Irish readers, this is a bit like Obama knocking on the door, post-presidency,saying, “I’m Barack,” and handing out a flyer for the local Senate race. I am very very amused. :) Of course, I still wouldn’t vote for them if they were pretty much the last people standing between me and Gadaffai, but that’s not the point, is…
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what else, what else…
dental appointment made. contacts ordered. overnight holiday at a castle booked. what else. oh yeah. zoo membership. ok, zoo membership purchased. i need to get wd-40, eggs, tinfoil cake pans and…oh yeah. a high chair. while i’m out today. probably should make that list on paper instead of the computer, huh. *looks for paper* *closes eyes* ok, what else… ah, well. editing the short story and posting a snippet and the links to buy would be good, for example. and editing the other short story to submit to the publisher…
…and then there are days like this…
…where 3.5 hours of writing nets some 4800 words, including the entirety of the first Old Races short story and another half chapter on RAVEN CALLS. Wish that happened every day.
no pin-up kit
Teh intarwebs do not want me to own pin-up clothes. Paypal won’t let items paid for through it be shipped to Ireland and Pinupgirlclothing horks when I try to log in. Yes, I have credit cards I could use, or American addresses I could use, but part of the idea of the fun here was to be able to wear, say, this to P-Con, and having something shipped somewhere in America and then to me is certain to not get it to me by then. :p (Of course, if I…
so fantastic i’m incognito
I was out Saturday, half a stone lighter than I was at the beginning of the month thanks to being sick all damned month, wearing my new J. Peterman coat and my Matrix sunglasses and with my hair up, and as we were waiting for the light to change my sister came jogging up across the street. I smiled and waited for her to smile back. Instead she checked for traffic and ran across the street in a broad curve, skipping the corner where I stood to aim for the…