Progress, being girly, computers, nemesis parties and helping out a friend

Words:

• Project Underground: –
• Wasteland: –
• Cowgirl Secret Space Detective Superhero: 2363 (total 4400)

Other details:

• Tea: Silver Needle
• Music: (Pandora) SNMNMNM radio, Cruxshadows radio
• Time started: 9:34 am
• Time finished: 11:15 am
• Breakfast?: yogurt , cheese toast, OJ and tea
• Katie Holmes influences: None. Dreams were dominated by Nathan Lowell’s Full Share, which I fell asleep listening to. (That’s honestly a compliment, Nate. I promise.)
• Cookie: Lunch with Jason at our favorite bar from college!
• Roadblocks: I don’t know why I think I can write before Jim and the Pink Tornado leave. I need to either get up and write before they wake, or accept that I’m useless till they leave.
• Fish drama: Less; Both fish alive. Magical seems to be leaving Butterfly alone more. Or is it the other way around? Oh who knows, she’ll rename them as she sees fit.

Busted ass on the Cowgirl story. Sadly, had to stop not cause of tired, but cause of lunch date. Maybe will do more this afternoon. I’m buzzing on this one.

In other news, most of you know I hate being girly. But this weekend I needed new shoes, as I have new orthodics for my feet issues and the only shoes that they’ll fit in are my running shoes, so I’ve been wearing them nonstop, and feeling REALLY COOL doing so. So in shopping for a solid pair of Doc Martens, I saw them.

Damn I hate being a cliche’. But they were beautiful. Knee-high brown leather boots, no heel. Right beside knee-high black leather boots, heel. I did the responsible thing and got the Doc Martens. And thought about the damn boots. All week. Yesterday I went back and took my buddy Laura, who’s much girlier than me and is a terrible influence. I tried both pair on. Both were glorious. I had no idea what to do. Laura was pushing me to buy both, damn her, but I certainly couln’t afford that. Then the man who I will from now on call Pierced Shoe Dude (here, “pierced” and “shoe” both modify “dude” – his shoes were not pierced. That I could tell.) leaned over the counter and told me that both pair were on sale and I could get both for less than I had budgeted for one.

So. I was girly. I bought TWO pair of boots. ON SALE. Squee. I am now Fashionable (TM).

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It’s been a week since my Mac, Deep Thought, has been in the shop. Today I get to call and scream that this dinosaur Dell is driving me mad. And if it doesn’t return to me all better, well, I guess I start saving. And push Playing For Keeps shot glasses harder.

But hey. I cried cause I had no Mac, but then saw a man who was working on a fifteen year old copy of wordpad. On a 28.8 modem. Forced to sign up to AOL again after his mac died a horrible death.

My buddy Matt Wallace, author of The Failed Cities Monologues, most of the stories on Variant Frequencies, winner of two Parsec Awards (beating me out of one of them), and my sworn arch-nemesis, had his computer die the other day. This guy is not like me, being a full time writer while being supported by a spouse – he is a WORKING full time writer. Like, he supports himself and stuff. And now he’s lost the tool to his trade.

If you’ve heard his work, and liked it, why not throw a buck or two his way to help him get a new computer? Cause, you know, he give his work to you for free. Totally for free. And if you want him to keep doing it, dude needs a good computer.

And, you may ask, why do I want my arch-nemesis to get back to writing? Simple. You want a nemesis to be worthy of you. Remember when that irritating kid with the big brain (Carl, was it?) called The Tick his nemesis, and the Tick essentially said, “I wouldn’t go that far. You’re kind of annoying, but not my nemesis.” I can’t have a nemesis who can’t write. I’ll be the laughingstock of everyone when I attend “I have a nemesis” parties. Matt must be built up as mighty as possible so that when I destroy him, it will be a legendary fight. Epic stories and songs will be told about this. This fight will bring back the bard into everyday life, poofy hat and everything. You’ll be sitting at your cube, and a guy with a poofy hat will wander by and sing the song about how Mur defeated Matt, and you’ll be moved to tears and throw a quarter at him to make him go make someone else cry.

But none of this can happen unless Matt gets a new computer. So help him out, would ya? (and if you want to check out his writing before making your decision, I highly recommend it)

Don’t make the cubicle bards cry, people. Help Matt out.