Sillybean

Trip photos

Posted every time we stop back at our room. Yeah, all we’ve done so far is eat and sleep. Great vacation, at that. However, we’re now off to do some more touristy things.

into the wild blue yonder

The semester from hell being over (FINALLY), we are commencing de-stressing procedures by hopping on a plane to Seattle. Back in a week.

Mail-sorting conversation at our house…

Me, upon finding yet another stack of unopened mail on the dining room table: NOOOOO!
Michael: I found a Playboy offer in mine.
Me: Why don’t I get Playboy offers? All my offers are from Publishers Weekly and book clubs.
Michael: That’s because you know how to read.

Iron Man (no spoilers)

Mike summed it up: Best superhero movie yet filmed.

Don’t forget to stay until after the credits.

squee.

stuff

My sciatic nerve is angry again. I do not like it when it’s angry.

It’s the Week of Birthdays around here. Happy birthday (in order): Mike, Ryan, David, Lisa, Wendy (UPDATE YER BLOG, GIRL), and Sarah. You are all far too damn old, but it’s better than the alternative.

This week on Shadow Unit: the WTF BBQ, part 3. Good. This week on Saltation: chapter 12. Double-plus good.

Last week, there was a meme going around LJ in which authors were posting lists of the novels they’d completed, including those that hadn’t sold. I thought about my own craptastic teenage writing — and I thank God that most of it was either lost or destroyed — and remembered that I still haven’t finished transcribing all my old notebooks. As I flipped through them looking for the story I wanted to type up, I found the long-lost opening chapter of another book — which has been lost for so long that I actually thought I’d hallucinated it. But no, it’s there, with a note in the margin telling me exactly when and where it was written. Thanks a bunch, Younger Me! You knew our memory would be complete shit by age 30, didn’t you?