07.24.04 ~ Comic Con At 6:30 (normally the time when I am stumbling out of the shower) we set out for the far city of San Diego, in the fabled Land of No U-turns. We arrived a scant hour and fifteen minutes later, having encountered no traffic whatsoever (everyone else in the world being more sensibly employed in having their Saturday morning lie-in).

04.24.04 ~ Issues

I am in love with the idea of being a writer. I want to have copies of the German and Chinese translations of my work. I want to have my thoughts on children's literature and the themes in my latest book actually solicited. Wouldn't that be cool? No one ever solicits my opinion on anything. I mean, they don't have time, because I've usually started volunteering it before they're finished expressing theirs, but still. 

12.26.03 ~ And His Elf-sword, too!

Aside from the hobbits-bouncing-on-bed bit, which got a tad ridiculous after a minute or so. And I could have done without that horrified moment when I was sure Gimli was going to hop onto the bed as well. Oh, and let's not forget the dressing-gown that Aragorn was wearing in the same scene. Who told him he could go out in that? Arwen needs to dress him better. 

11.30.03 ~ Advent

Obviously if Christ were to turn up, one would want to be discovered studying scripture or feeding the homeless or rescuing stranded kittens out of trees. No one would like the Almighty to just show up while one was trying to decide which kind of spaghetti sauce to buy or heaven forbid when one was in the middle of a *cough* intimate moment with one's spouse. But that doesn't negate the necessity of spaghetti sauce (or intimate moments) so you really don't have much choice but to get on with things and hope that when Jesus comes to visit you won't be bingeing out on Cheetos and reading comics.

11.20.03 ~ Welcome to My Styoodeeyoh

"Office" has a connotation of industry, of things getting done, of memos being written. If this were an office, I would be compelled to do something worthwhile in here. At the very least I would have to use the desk for homework and the kitchen table for breakfast and not the other way 'round as is my wont. Besides, no room with action figures posing on shelves and hanging on the walls can be an office, especially if said room also contains "lie flat to dry" laundry on the free chair and a Spiderman trash can. 

10.25.03 ~ Angst! the Musical

I really wish that it would get dark and hide the horrible Mordor light of the sun glaring through ash and smoke. I have closed all the blinds, but the little light that creeps through at the edges is still orange and grey, making the world seem very post-apocalyptic. I dislike it terribly. I know I should thank God that evil-colored light is the worst I am suffering when one of my coworkers could not be at work yesterday because her neighborhood was being evacuated due to its proximity to the Rancho Cucamonga fire. I know this, but it doesn't make me feel any better 

10.08.03 ~ Making Time

It's not that I don't have time. It's not that my life is so busy, so crammed with activity that I can't sit down and write an entry every few days. It's not that when I'm not writing I'm out serving some higher purpose. It's not that my time is so precious that I have to spend it on other things that are more worth while. It's not that I have anything at all better to do. I know this, you know this, we all know this because--let's face it--if any of these were the case, the entries that I did write would be a heckuva lot more interesting. 

09.11.03 ~ Spirit and Simulacrum

I mean really! How do they think i ran into the word? It wasn't a vocabulary list. It was Robin McKinley's Rose Daughter which is very good and has a part that involves a simulacrum made of rose petals. I just found it funny that so many people objected to the use of words they didn't necessarily understand right off because everyone could not say enough about how much they loved the term l'esprit d'escalier and how cool it was that such a phrase existed. 

09.04.03 ~ Oddities

Have started a new English class, Fundamentals of Fiction, which purports to teach the basics behind writing fiction and getting it published. Bill's idea, as usual. Not sure how I am going to enjoy it yet. It is a very late class, and there is a lot of reading involved in the assignments, but the teacher has yet to mention auras or past-life experiences, which makes him an improvement over my last teacher

08.31.03 ~ You Would Die Before Your Stroke Fell

As it turns out, there were other things that bugged me about the movie, and they still bug me now. So of course, you know that means you are all in for a rant about mostly pointless nit-picks, a majority of which are not even noticeable flaws in the movie, just purist wenching from someone who has read all the Tolkien she can get her hands on over and over until it's burned across her frontal lobes like the Ring inscription itself.

08.17.03 ~ Scourge of the Black Plague

Bill: Gangrene?   Me: No

Bill: Maggot infestation?   Me: Not that I know of.

Bill: Corneal swelling?   Me: Ow. No.

08.05.03 ~ Health Hazard

My children are doomed. They will be inheriting several chemical imbalances responsible for a variety of psychological disorders from both sides of their family tree. They will be risking everything from heart failure to bad backs to heartburn to baldness in the genetic lottery. It really is pretty terrifying if you think about it.

08.02.03 ~ Fragments and Insecurity

I always tell the Captain that he thinks too much about things and gets worried and upset before there's really even anything to worry about. It looks like I'm guilty of the same thing. Maybe we'll all go out some night and she'll be really nice and fun to talk to, and we'll find out that she loves Harry Potter and we'll all complain about the movies and Book 5, and end up forcing the Captain to read them and it will be great. 

07.29.03 ~ The Quest For a Power Bar

The first "bar" I tried was only marginally a bar. In fact, calling it a "bar" at all was something of an exercise in euphemism. It was really more of a raisin-and-oatmeal paste which conformed to the shape of a bar only as long as it was inside the foil wrapper. When released from bondage, however, the so-called "bar" began to wilt, nay! to melt into a viscous brown mass

07.22.03 ~ Bonsai!
At this point, my spousal unit will inevitably decide to go to bed in earnest, turn off his light, wriggled down into a prone position, sit back up, grab two handfuls of his cat and lift her up to snuggle on his chest, and wriggle some more to get comfy, all the while causing tremors that can be felt in Japan.

07.20.03 ~ The Healing Power of Pizza
Thus far, the dream was not all that odd, however, the treatment of these patients apparently involved feeding them a large quantity of pepperoni pizza. All around the room people were making pizza and storing it in these huge refrigerators to one side. Even at the time, I remember thinking "Pizza?"

07.16.03 ~ The Management Would Like to Apologize
To be fair, most of the events that have taken up most of the past two and a half years have been the sort of small, passing things which seem bigger than they are at the time, unless they really are something big, in which case I usually am not even aware of them at all until later.

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