The Perfect Story Idea

It's Halloween, two hours before Nanowrimo officially starts and I've had half a beer.

The gang watched the Incredible Hulk. Not a terrible movie. Not a good movie, either. Too much Ed Norton makin' googie eyes at Liv Tyler and not enough Hulk smashing.

At the end of the evening, someone made a snarky comment about Ang Lee and Sense and Sensibility.

"Yeah, Jane Austen moviea needed more robots from the future," I said.

Del was flabergasted. I've had half a beer, after all. "What?"

"Oh, you haven't read the book. In the book the sisters are really robots from the future who solve crimes."

"Sense and Sensibility with robots from the future."

"Yes."

"Are there zombies in it?" Derek asked.

"Willowby is a zombie. He was only after Mariane's brains."

"I would love to see that movie."

And it occurs to me, I must write Sense and Sensibility with crime solvin', zombie huntin' robots from the future. Awesome.

Half a beer, like I said. I'm a lightweight.

Pumpkin Hair

This morning was wet and rainy and windy and otherwise miserable. As I trudged into work, I pulled my backpack on wheels in one hand, my other hand was desperately trying to hold my pumpkin spice latte and hold my hood on top of my head to protect my delicate self from the rain. It was precarious. My coffee spilled and the wind picked it up, splashing it into my face and hair. On the down side, my hair dried into stiff strand like the hair gel gag from "There's Something About Mary" and I did have a brush. On the bright side, I smelled pleasantly like pumpkin spice all day.

My very own business cards!

After six years, I have my own business cards with my name printed on them! My very own cards! I can not begin to express how tickled I am.

Now I want a fancy schmancy card case, something nicer than the tatty little vinyl case I've been carrying around.

Mel

RIP

I have sad news. The Jolly Roger is no more. He has ceased to be. He has gone to Davy Jones' Locker.

His mother board finally went. The poor guy.

I can't complain. We had four years of pretty intense work from him without so much as a hiccup or crash or virus until recently.

I'm working on a new machine. The amazing Miss Verve will be helping. I'll take suggestions on a new name, though. I kind of want to stick to the pirate theme. Queen Anne's Revenge? Mr. Teach? I dunno.

Obama

Tomorrow Barack Obama will hold a rally in Vernon Park, which is basically the backyard to my office. It's been an exciting day. The Secret Service has the park barricaded off. No one is allowed into the park. Which is kind of funny, because the residents of my building cut through the park rather than walk around the block. I actually saw Mrs. X (name protected) arguing to get into the park because she has a walker and there is no way she going to walk around the block! The Secret Service agent just kind of laughed and let her past the barricade.

Tomorrow the streets around the park will be blocked off. Basically, if I want to go to th rally, I'll have to camp out here overnight.

It's October

The leaves are turning. There's a nip in the air. A warm, golden light bathes the trees and hilltops in the morning. It can only mean that Nanowrimo is just around the corner!

I will enter this year. But I will do an abbreviated version. Maybe a short story. I think writing anything non-academic this year will be a victory.

Out with a bang

I had a lot of updates to post but somehow never actually managed to open up the blog.

Last Sunday the power went out. It was kind of nice, sitting on the porch, watching the sun set. It was tranquil. Of course, after the sun went down, it was dark and we ended up going to bed and hour and a half early.

Monday I had a quiz in Research Methods. I'm pretty positive I got all the answer correct but I'll know for sure soon enough.

Tuesday I took off from work to tackle a paper. I ran a quick errand and on the way back from the grocery store, I got a flat tire. FOUR hours later, I was home with a new tire. Goodyear had $98 of my money and I managed not to write a single word on my essay. Good times.