Smart and snappy dressers; what more could you want in dining companions?
There is a current phrase– “Go outside and touch some grass”. I believe, now that grass is visible locally, that I will do just that, with a small supply of cat food on hand, just in case…
I haven’t thought of anything clever to do with this progress report when progress is diffuse and mostly internal. There is progress of that sort, happily, although the fortress of United States tax requirements is not only unbreached but as yet unassaulted. I’ve realized that I can probably get some advice from the provincial Writers Guild and possibly even from the Horror Writers Association, as I’m a member of both.
I just have to… you know… do something that involves someone who isn’t me. After two years of glorious enforced stand-offishness, I’m rather out of practice with that stuff.
If you’re of a certain age, you now have a terrible TV comedy theme-song running in your head. I’m sorry. The combination of a tour and a nautical setting was irresistible.
I honestly have no idea how long the actual tour would be. I’d sure like to find out, though, even at the cost of constantly clobbering myself on the beams.
Sigh. Oh, to travel and smell the sea again (yes, I know that’s the stink of things thrown up on the shore rotting– it’s a different kind of rot to the local one).
“Faffing about with my projected self-publishing foolishness” is, it appears, going to be the default setting for a while. Illustrations are being illustrated. I’ve set up a writer account on Kindle, Apple and a couple of others. I’m looking at local sourcing for the printing of physical copies.
So… the next few updates are likely to be down to three columns, just to avoid repetetive redundancy reiteration.
Also– day off tomorrow, and I need to relax, so there’s probably no film appearing after this.
I’ve just realized last week’s film was a repeat. Whoopsie!
Speaking of human errors– what about leaving the tops off water-tight compartments? That’s quite the oversight!
Because I’m a slightly silly person, I’m likely to try at least one of the recipes in this playlist. Because I’m not a complete madcap, I probably won’t share the results. My presentation is frequently sub-par.
Yes, it’s meant to be a humorous song reference. It’s not dating myself, because it’s a popular song from well after my prime song-absorbing years.
Another dated reference is that episode of The Simpsons in which we’re given a vision to the future, and someone comments on the wrong turn taken by commercial aircraft designers, followed by what I think was a Caprioni multi-wing oddity.
I kind of agree with the sentiment that we’re missing out with our well-tested, computer-verified airplane shapes.