Loading ...Chapter 8 kicked my ass yesterday. Never did get it finished. I ran into a wall with the intensity level. It began on a highly intense level and of course I didn’t want to end it with anything less. I’m working toward a change in setting but I want to make sure the transition is smooth. Ch 8 is a pretty crucial chapter, I think.
You guys have no idea what I’m talking about. You haven’t read the book.
Anyway, yes I did end up with a pretty bad headache yesterday. Took a little white willow and skullcap and went to bed. Now its back to chapter 8.
I remember Richie (neither the previous, nor the bahamas) had an obsession with the number 8. Something about how if you put legs on it, it would look like a spider. Of course that only works with the arabic numeral eight. If you put legs on a Roman number eight it wouldn’t look like a spider at all. It would look like a roman numeral with legs.
I thought about actually making a graphic of the roman numeral with legs but I’ve not even properly awakened yet, which would explain why I’m talking about roman numerals with legs.
I’m also having a hard time finding today’s cultural reference. I thought about perusing the news (the news in your universe, not mine) and pick out the first cultural reference I saw, but that was Pirates of the Carribean, and I’ve already talked about pirates. I still haven’t gotten the pirates out of my werewolf novel, by the way. They just seem to fit.
I guess I could turn on the TV and the first thing I saw would be my cultural reference, but I don’t have a TV. I only just recently got a chair.
Hmmm, I’m sensing a storm a brewing, which means my ass is off this computer. God knows I don’t want to turn yet another laptop to toast.
I decided the first think I see on Amazon would be my cultural reference for the day.
That would be a blender.
I can see this isn’t working.
Buy me a beer!
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Shouldn’t any modern poison-making household have a blender?
213 views! For a blender! I don’t know what is happening here, but that has to be one particularly exciting blender.
And Richie had an obsession with a lot of things.
I am rather stunned that the blender turns out to be one of my most popular cultural references.
More popular than HIM!
More adventurous than Pirates!
More fun than Snakes on a Plane!
More exciting than Morrissey! (okay, thats not hard to do, even for a blender).
The blogosphere must be bored today.
If I had to choose between Morrissey and a blender, I’d choose the blender.
And I’m gay.
I just don’t get Morrissey.
As Mike Nelson of MST3K said, “I lied, I cried, I died a thousand deaths.” I don’t see the attraction.
Yes I remember Eddie listening to some tape of an interview with Morrissey and becoming flushed and heated over every sound Morrissey made.
“He coughed!”
It seems to be some kind of rule that if you’re gay, you have to like Morrissey. But you were never one for following rules, were you?
I used to have a rabid hatred of Morrissey, but now I’m mostly indifferent. I can take it or leave it, find some of his music listenable, or even likable.
But I’d still rather have the blender.
I have an indifference to many pop cultural items which would have once drawn my wrath. And yes, Eddie would listen for HOURS to Morrissey. And it wasn’t even Morrissey singing. If there is anything worse than his dreary songs it’s “Morrissey — Spoken Word.” That may be why I do not like Morrissey even today.
I see Blender continues to draw the occassional curious blog viewer. Or maybe one blender obsessed blog looker keeps coming back. “What is blender doing now? I must know what is happening to blender. Why won’t blender blog about its feeling? I LOVE BLENDER!”
Yeah, maybe I’ll start a blender blog. All blender, all the time.
Thing is, I’m starting to love Blender too. I guess Blender just kinda grows on ya.