Looks like chartering a flight to Alaska this fall is out of the question. The cheap end seems to start around $32K and you could easily pay a hundred grand more. Plus incidentals. I guess when I win the lottery I’ll just go ahead and buy a jet of my own. :) Traveling by ship and rail is far more affordable, of course, but does still come on the thick side of five grand. And there’s the small problem of being unable to get to Anchorage from Seattle in November.…
fastest pin-up service in the west
That subject line sounds all wrong, but damn, the dress I ordered Monday evening arrived at noon today. And may I say: damn, sistah. O.O
O.O
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…
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.