Loading ...All day yesterday I was worried about R the P. Not the trip, not the driving, not for his safety. I knew he’d be fine. No, I was truly and deeply concerned that he’d miss Dr Who.
I have no idea if he did miss it or not, but I hope not, since Mark Gattiss from League of Gentlemen was in it. And R the P may be a big Dr Who fan, but I’m a big League of Gentlemen fan, and it was like our two worlds coming together to create something new and beautiful.
And didja know Mark Gattiss has written 4 Dr Who novels and a couple of episodes. (I’m sure R the P knew already).
Last night I dreamed that I was dating (and moved in with) the artist who designed my favorite tarot deck(the one that got catastrophed). In my dream he looked a lot like Hiro from Heroes. Look… don’t ask me - it was a dream okay? And also a damned good way to get my deck replaced.
Yesterday mom was complaining that we haven’t been out for Chinese food in a while, and bemoaning the fact that she can’t afford to go. Okay, I understand why I can’t afford such a luxury, but I don’t understand why she can’t. She never pays for it.
Well she does, but she doesn’t. I always pay with my card and then she ‘pays me back her share’ by handing me two dollars.
Two dollars?
So, in what universe does a Chinese dinner cost two dollars? Our universe circa 1964 I’m thinkin’. I never say anything because I actually enjoy our dinners at the Chinese restaurant. Its kind of our dirty little secret, the one thing we like to do that no one else does. Eatin’ that furren food is looked down upon by the redneck elite of our family.
That mom… she’s a rebel.
And the writing. Wrote up a storm yesterday. (literally… up a storm - this is me we’re talking about after all). And wondering why I always have such difficulty writing prologues.
Anyway, nearly finished this prologue. Think I’ll send it to Richard to see what he thinks of it.
Buy me a beer!
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We’re back to where the heat indices are well below 100! More importantly, we’re back on SP!
Well, last night we got in, fed our kitty, picked up some Popeye’s, and watched our TIVO’d Doctor Who with Mark Gattiss. Great stuff! We were pleased. I have to admit, though, that I kept thinking he might accidentally blow up someone’s turtle or euthanize the wrong dog, among other things. Alas, he did us one better by becoming something quite disturbing! (I won’t spoil it for those intending to watch it later.)
That $2 chinese dinner deal is pretty good! If you can find a place that does that, please let me know. Given their current poisoning troubles, however, please check to make sure that the meal is not made of dioxin impregnated paper products. Yeah, maybe she’s stuck in 1964. Now, a good chinese lunch deal would run you around $9 with tip here. Oh well, as long as you get to share a sneaky meal of forn food…
Good luck with the writing!
I love the fact that my mother sort of just kind of makes her own prices for certain things. I think we all should do that. In fact I think we should bring back the days of haggling. Haggling invites socialising, a conversation is involved, a verbal exchange, not just a monetary one. Bring back the haggling I say.
Well, the weathermen all say that by Monday, the temp may drop down into the mid-90s. You know we’re in bad shape when 95 degree weather sounds brisk and refreshing. But it does!
And I know you and R the P just enjoyed the scorching and relentless heat so much.
I did have a fun time Monday night, despite the heat. Especially that touching and emotional pilgramege to the site where ‘the comic-book store used to be’. still brings a tear to my eye.
Yeah, I sometimes do wish I could haggle, especially after the fact. If I think a meal is subpar, then why not haggle to get the price reduced? I mean I have done that in extreme circumstances, but doing it every time would ensure better meals and better service.
Wow, good luck with that ‘cold front’ coming in Monday. 95 degrees. That’s about as hot as it gets here and that’s only maybe 10 days out of the year. Dear gods, I’m just not used to that misery.
Yes, I too had a great time, and that highly emotional moment of the former comics store location is one I have been fortunate enough to have numerous times. In fact, I don’t think there has been a city to which we’ve traveled that Richard hasn’t located a comics store, sometimes in an adjacent city. There are no lengths to which Richard won’t go to bring back that comic book store feeling.
But I wasn’t talking about the trip to the comic-book store, which is a given with Richard, and was fun, especially when R the P started making the propieter do special things for him. (special things). Oh, and the fact that R the P scored the Lois-loves-Lucifer issue is just super!
But I’m talking about when we were riding down Vineville and R the P pointed to a shopping center, and said in a wistful voice, “And thats where the comic book store used to be”.
I expected Angels to start singing any moment, and a light to shine down from the heavens and illuminate the sacred place.
Yeah, there are a few now-closed stores in the NYC area which have elicited a similar response from Richard. But there is nothing like the comforts of youth to bring out the truly wistful tones.
Too true. I couldn’t even tell ya where my old comic-book store used to be.
Somewhere in Warner Robins, in a very run-down area of town, not too far from a chinese restaurant and a massage parlor. And not the new-agey, healthy kind of massage, but the kind of “massage” that’ll render one broke and with a nice case of the clap.
Oh, THAT kind of massage. Well, they have signs for ’soft hand massage’ in WR-area now. They even have ‘asian, latino, and swedish’ … something. They don’t say. They just state those ethnicities; or are they types of massage? What would a latino massage include? Beans and rice? Or will it have massagers (GA name) with bigger hands to handle larger latino penises?
It’s all so confusing in GA to figure which nudie bar or massage parlor to go to! I suppose one would have to bring their own prescription for anti(clap)biotics.
Georgia. The place with signs on the interstate for Bible study and for soft hand massages at the Bare as you Dare Nudie bars.
If only they could be at the same location.
And I wouldn’t miss Dr. Who!
Thank nudie bars for Tivo!
I’d go to bible study if I could get a lap dance and a soft-hand massage at the same time.
Now that is my kinda Bible Study!
“Now class, today Marc is going to play the part of the serpent. Who wants to play Eve?”
“I will! I’ll take a bite from his Tree of Knowledge any time!”
In case you are wondering, I don’t know any “Marc”s, but it sounded like the kind of name a Nudie Butt Bible Studier would have.
At least in my world.
I had a boyfriend named Marc in grammar school. He always seemed like the type to grow up to be a Nudie butt bible studier.