Today has been a bit of a random roller coaster . . .
• Got slapped down over a badly crafted comment over at Betsy’s;
• Received some great comments on a work-related writing project;
• Discovered my library books are overdue, which is ironic and embarrassing;
• Scored a free eCopy of Bill Cameron’s One Day from the ever-generous Alison Janssen over at Dead Guy (she’s giving away Anthony Neil Smith’s Yellow Medicine this week—go check it out);
• Realized I have the skin of a sixteen-year old and the body of a forty-year old, which seems both backwards and unfair;
• Sampled the world’s best garlic dressing for lunch and found my peppermint gum afterward—no, I don’t think this is related to my skin, why?
• Poked myself in the eye with the pencil I was trying to stick behind my ear;
• But it was the eraser end of the pencil;
• Received some shout-outs from various blogging friends (thanks, guys!);
• And finally admitted that my new athletic shoes have broken me in first. Talk about—say it with me—the agony of defeat.
I’m calling it even . . .
Jane found the missing piece of her umbrella—she won’t tell me where—and I managed to reassemble it without loss of blood.
Today’s paper mentioned that Psychostick, a self-styled “humorcore” heavy metal band, is approaching our area on their Unleash the Dumb Tour. According to the article, their style is an irreverent counter to the typical anger-fueled metal stage shows.
Their single, “Flesh Eating Roller Skate Holiday Joyride” broke the top 20 on Billboard’s Holiday Chart.
So of course I had to check ‘em out.
If Weird Al Yankovic wrote for AC/DC, it might sound something like this . . . kind of a heavy Tenacious D.
I’m now humming “This isn’t a Song, it’s a Sandwich” (lyrics are here).
Definitely hearing the cheese today. . .
Finally reworked that one scene so there’s a wound, a blood trail, and little loss of dialogue or crucial information. Whew!
Now I can get on with my life, such as it is.
And just to class the place up a little, here’s Stephen Fry in a contemplative mood:
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Stephen Fry is wonderful. He makes me wish I were a man just so I could love him more.
“Oh, I think it’s a terrible waste that you don’t care for women.”
“I assure you, madam, it is not wasted.” 🙂
Slapdown at Betsy’s. That was so…odd.
And I’m so excited that your reworked scene is moving! Yes!
I just hope Phil took it the right way . . .
I’m more than glad — four versions that didn’t work. Four.
That comment to Phil was funny! And he’s a sweetheart, so no worries. (Jeff once called me a phony bitch and told me to go rot in hell. I bided (bode?) my time and delivered a stinger that I hope he’s still feeling. That guy is a . . . Well, never mind.)
Thanks, Averil. I don’t care what anonymous people say, generally, but I was a little worried about how Phil took it. 🙂
I was in my own slapfest at Betsy’s so I didn’t even read about yours. Just went back to take a look. I have to disagree. I think your initial comment was pretty funny.
When do you find time to work on your WIP?
Love that Stephen Frye. I want to bottle him.
Re: Mr. Frye
You should post this on Betsy’s blog today. So apropo, no?
Is it? I haven’t seen her new post yet. If so, it ight keep me from putting my foot in my mouth again.
Thanks. I think you handled yours with grace and skill.
I write before the kids get up, after they go to bed, and in-between if and when I can. It’s not much, but I try to be consistent.
If I could only be half as clever as Mr. Fry and have a quarter of his chutzpah . . .
I don’t know this Betsy’s, but interwebs slap downs suck a bag. Nothing like being oversensitive and jumping the gun via a medium where it is IMPOSSIBLE to convey body language, tone of voice, etc. See what I did there? Automatically take your side and hate on the other party of the thing in which I am uninvolved. Does that count as another blog-shout out? Please register as shoutage.
PS. teenage skin plus current age body. I haz it. WHAT THE HELL MAN. I thought there would be perks. Perks!
PPS. Stephen Fry oh Stephen Fry the love. I haz it.
happy weekend. I hope you continue to win or at least tie with the universe, there.
Duly registered—thanks! 🙂
PS. I was promised clear skin and flying cars by the time I was thirty-seven—the future lied.
Have a great weekend yourself!