March 2007 Archives

I be back.

Sort of.

Kind of.

Dusty, hot, sticky, rainy, cold, and lots of laughter and drinking. That was the vacation. And, I enjoyed every minute of it.

But, am I really back?

Not really. I'm still on vacation, I think. Or, I'm in the far reaches of the universe. Or something.

I hate my job.

But, I have pictures.

Of Gulf Wars, not the far reaches of the universe or the job I hate.

Somewhere, there are pictures.

Where did Todd put those damn things?

There is a link. I'll have to make him give it to me.

But, as far as being back. Well...I wish...

Tomorrow, I go to a sci-fi/fantasy/lots o' nerdiness convention. The only reason I'm going is because Terry Pratchett will be there, and I want him to sign my books. There will be pictures of the weirdness.

I'm not thrilled of the prospect of getting up early and driving several hours to Memphis and fighting the crowds only to drive back a few hours later because we have a diabetic cat. However, I am thrilled because I bought a Corset at Gulf Wars. It deserves the capital "C" because it's awesome and it will make little geek boys drool. I'm evil that way. Besides, it made my geek boy drool. Woo!

Quick update on the doggie: as far as I know, he's okay. The landlady had found him a home, but whether or not that was where he ended up, I'm not sure. Call me a coward, but I just don't want to call and find out. I would rather live in my fantasy world that he ended up in a good home and I don't have to set the sorry wench two doors down on fire. It's better for the world that I live in ignorance. It's obvious she is part of The Stupid that has invaded our lives, and while I would love to take her out of the gene pool, other people feel it's better for me to just pretend she isn't there.

One day, I'm going to put a flaming sack of poo on her doorstep.

Anyway, I'm back, but I'm not back but I'm back and I wish I wasn't. Or something like that.

How is everyone?

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I am watching that woman. Closely.

We do not have nosy neighbors on our street, but when things count, like the abuse of animals or children or something just plain weird happens, people pay attention.

I give her two months before she tries to move out in the middle of the night.

We've seen her kind before.

Bloody twit.

I wonder if she realizes the neighbor that lives between her and us is a cop...



Anyway...

I am getting ready for Gulf Wars. I hope to make another post or two before Saturday when we leave, but I can't make guarantees. All I can say is that this vacation has taken precedence above all else. I wish that wasn't true, but if I don't get some time off away from People, especially Stupid People, someone is going to get hurt.

There will be no computers or cell phones or TV. There will be shopping and wars and naps and parties and lots of laughter.

I am so ready.

And, when I return...I will be trying to get into massage therapy school. After six years of considration, I think it's worth a try.

The woman two doors down has a very small, white pedigree dog.

She has decided he's too much trouble to take care of.

She threw him outside in 30 degree weather last night.

He spent all night and all day lying on garbage trying to stay warm.

And, I'm told I'm not allowed to cleanse the gene pool by destroying her.

There is no justice in this world.

More to come on the subject when I calm down enough to type about it.