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Sep. 1st, 2002 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
These aren't the droids you're looking for.
I remember spending entire summers like this. Wake up, eat, read, write, sleep again. I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time outside tonight in the warm summer air. Warm. Not hot.
I remember how much I loved summer nights. I don't think I've had a chance to enjoy a single one this year. No wonder I'm such a grouch.
But oh, everything is money. Well, that's not new.
Going to have to go to the store to pick up the fixings to do the turkey up tomorrow. Y'know. Turkey. I bought two of them last year at holiday time when they were cheap and popped them into the freezer. The boss says there will be tuna Tuesday - I'm taking him at his word and making room now.
But tomorrow, turkey day. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, and stuff. Even pumpkin pie.
Writing today. Not fast enough to suit me. Faster than I thought it would be. Easier. But there is much to do. Augh. RUSTY.
Well, better I be rusty writing than drawing. Then the whole world could see my suckage.
There has been a whole lot of good Ranma fan fics posted to the rec.arts.anime.creative group this weekend - such a surprise, and pleasant at the same time.
There is a computer upstairs I can put together - and should. Got nap. Got chocolate.
Content. Jim's watching a WWII documentary - his favorite subject, and one we share.
Folks, watch them. Remember. Not that we were magnificent heroes. That the war sucked us dry. That we were made to fight because our way of life was threatened by people who would tell us who we were, who was suitable to live and who could be exterminated. That we would not have fought until we were made to.
That people lost everything beyond reparation. And often, it was on racial lines.
And war is stupid.
I think Tony Blake is cute. And that Japanese prime minister, Junichiro Koizumi? Hottie. Serious hottie. Mean it.
Helmut Kohl was one of the biggest men I ever saw in politics. And I miss Boris Yeltzin's cheeky antics.
George Bush HAD a good speech writer.
I remember spending entire summers like this. Wake up, eat, read, write, sleep again. I'm looking forward to spending a lot of time outside tonight in the warm summer air. Warm. Not hot.
I remember how much I loved summer nights. I don't think I've had a chance to enjoy a single one this year. No wonder I'm such a grouch.
But oh, everything is money. Well, that's not new.
Going to have to go to the store to pick up the fixings to do the turkey up tomorrow. Y'know. Turkey. I bought two of them last year at holiday time when they were cheap and popped them into the freezer. The boss says there will be tuna Tuesday - I'm taking him at his word and making room now.
But tomorrow, turkey day. Stuffing, mashed potatoes, and stuff. Even pumpkin pie.
Writing today. Not fast enough to suit me. Faster than I thought it would be. Easier. But there is much to do. Augh. RUSTY.
Well, better I be rusty writing than drawing. Then the whole world could see my suckage.
There has been a whole lot of good Ranma fan fics posted to the rec.arts.anime.creative group this weekend - such a surprise, and pleasant at the same time.
There is a computer upstairs I can put together - and should. Got nap. Got chocolate.
Content. Jim's watching a WWII documentary - his favorite subject, and one we share.
Folks, watch them. Remember. Not that we were magnificent heroes. That the war sucked us dry. That we were made to fight because our way of life was threatened by people who would tell us who we were, who was suitable to live and who could be exterminated. That we would not have fought until we were made to.
That people lost everything beyond reparation. And often, it was on racial lines.
And war is stupid.
I think Tony Blake is cute. And that Japanese prime minister, Junichiro Koizumi? Hottie. Serious hottie. Mean it.
Helmut Kohl was one of the biggest men I ever saw in politics. And I miss Boris Yeltzin's cheeky antics.
George Bush HAD a good speech writer.