I'm sorry, Connie. I'm glad you have pie.
Natter 73: Chuck Norris only wishes he could Natter
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, butt kicking, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Blast it. I promised to write something about "family in science fiction fandom" for someone's long-running fanzine, and now I wish I hadn't. It's been a long time since I wrote anything intended for public consumption, and this guy is starting to get on my nerves again. (I've known him for 35 years. He's not a bad person, but he can't seem to help being an ass.) It's hard enough getting the creative spark flying again. Now I just don't want to. But I promised, and I'm sick of not following through on these kinds of promises. So I've got to find some kind of authentic feeling of family around science fiction fandom to write about, even though I haven't really felt that way in a couple decades.
I had another Thanksgiving dinner at a neighbor's tonight, complete with leftovers. Mmmmmm, such good stuffing!
Heh. First time an Uber passenger asked me to wait with the "meter" running. I totally feel like I'm the taxi on The Amazing Race.
Heh. First time an Uber passenger asked me to wait with the "meter" running. I totally feel like I'm the taxi on The Amazing Race.
Quick people, we have to start working on a robot nutty to battle the robot cheetah.
Bleargh. Work. Cramps.
So last night I watched the mediocre Bradley Cooper movie The Words. Then I dreamed a much better ending to the movie, and I was upset this morning that it wasn't the real ending.
In the movie, Bradley Cooper is a failed author, who discovers someone else's manuscript, who he passes off as his own, and becomes a famous author. Last night I dreamed that at the end the movie, his agent starts sending him around the world, where he has Indiana Jones type adventures searching for other lost manuscripts, which he then steals and passes off as his own.
I would watch the hell out of that.
So, my alarm is smart enough to know it's a weekend and not go off, but it doesn't know it's a holiday, so on Thursday I turned it off so I could sleep in and apparently never turned it on again because this morning I overslept by more than an hour. So much for getting the month started off right. The really sad part is I don't feel well-rested, I could've kept sleeping for another hour or two easy.