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.
'Objects In Space'
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.
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.
-t, I did the same thing. I need another weekend.
Post-holiday recovery weekend. Let's make that a thing.
And now three weeks of 5-day workweeks, how am I supposed to manage that? At least I'll have a couple of days of working the outlet sale in there, which is still work but is at least different and a change is as good as a rest, right? (No, it is not, but it is better than no change)
I dreamed that I was painting an old-fashioned (think 50s) novel cover, which somehow morphed into doing an installation of tiny cut-crystal mythological figures hung in a curtain in front of a sheer red fabric panel. I wish I could remember exactly what they were, the whole thing was beautiful.
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.
Could you maybe write about collaborative husband-and-wife authors like CL Moore and Henry Kuttner?
Ooh, that sounds lovely, Matt.