Tonight's dinner, something of a slam-dunk given zero preparation.
A ham steak, glazed with honey mustard (1/4 cup honey, 1/3 cup Gulden's spicy brown mustard), under the broiler for about ten minutes. Corn muffins and broccoli on the side. Christina was very appreciative, even though I made her brave the grocery store for some essentials while I cooked.
I'm convinced that the exterminator for our apartment complex is psychically attuned to our kitchen sink. The day it is piled full of nasty dishes is exactly the day that we come home to find that little slip of paper:
You were serviced today by the American Pest Control Service.
Son of a bitch, every time! Based on the time-lapse portrait he gets from his twelve visits a year, the guy who sprays our apartment probably thinks we're the most slovenly people to walk the earth.
I'm a little nervous about the whole people-in-our-place-while-we're-gone thing; it strikes me as the perfect opportunity to case a bunch of homes for burglary opportunities. With all the electronics around here, I'd imagine we're a tempting target. But it is an apartment complex with plenty of people around who know us, so I'm not that worried. Plenty of rich old folks in other neighborhoods with a lot more money and better stuff. Go rip off their home theaters, not mine.
That "arctic front" has moved in, and the cats have invaded the bed, intent on leeching our body heat. Otis rarely sleeps in the bed with us, but on those extra cold nights it's a matter of kitty survival.
Reel Shame
We're tying up loose ends on the book. Chris Magyar and Amy M. really did a great job at catching our typos and polishing up our crappy sentences. Thanks, guys. The edits have been made to all four chapters and they've been forwarded on to Lisa, who will do the index while Scott and I work on the appendices.
I'm going to register with Bowker any day now; it's just a matter of sitting down in front of the Mac with my ISBN log in hand. It's weird, I've put it off a couple of times just because I'm apprehensive: once we enter a formal Advance Book Info form, we're committed to getting this thing on shelves in September. Not that I don't think we can do it, but it's comforting to have the option open.
Once the appendices are done (more proofreading, C&A!) and the index is in hand, we'll get some bound galleys printed up. These are advance copies of the book with plain covers to be sent out to critics, etc. with the understanding that it doesn't necessarily represent the final content. I don't know how well our book will be received by regular book editors, but we're going to send it out to all the cult movie mags we can find, etc. I'm confident we can get at least a mention or two from the cult movie media.
Random Image for Today
She's gonna kill me for posting this one, but here goes:
A ham steak, glazed with honey mustard (1/4 cup honey, 1/3 cup Gulden's spicy brown mustard), under the broiler for about ten minutes. Corn muffins and broccoli on the side. Christina was very appreciative, even though I made her brave the grocery store for some essentials while I cooked.
I'm convinced that the exterminator for our apartment complex is psychically attuned to our kitchen sink. The day it is piled full of nasty dishes is exactly the day that we come home to find that little slip of paper:
You were serviced today by the American Pest Control Service.
Son of a bitch, every time! Based on the time-lapse portrait he gets from his twelve visits a year, the guy who sprays our apartment probably thinks we're the most slovenly people to walk the earth.
I'm a little nervous about the whole people-in-our-place-while-we're-gone thing; it strikes me as the perfect opportunity to case a bunch of homes for burglary opportunities. With all the electronics around here, I'd imagine we're a tempting target. But it is an apartment complex with plenty of people around who know us, so I'm not that worried. Plenty of rich old folks in other neighborhoods with a lot more money and better stuff. Go rip off their home theaters, not mine.
That "arctic front" has moved in, and the cats have invaded the bed, intent on leeching our body heat. Otis rarely sleeps in the bed with us, but on those extra cold nights it's a matter of kitty survival.
Reel Shame
We're tying up loose ends on the book. Chris Magyar and Amy M. really did a great job at catching our typos and polishing up our crappy sentences. Thanks, guys. The edits have been made to all four chapters and they've been forwarded on to Lisa, who will do the index while Scott and I work on the appendices.
I'm going to register with Bowker any day now; it's just a matter of sitting down in front of the Mac with my ISBN log in hand. It's weird, I've put it off a couple of times just because I'm apprehensive: once we enter a formal Advance Book Info form, we're committed to getting this thing on shelves in September. Not that I don't think we can do it, but it's comforting to have the option open.
Once the appendices are done (more proofreading, C&A!) and the index is in hand, we'll get some bound galleys printed up. These are advance copies of the book with plain covers to be sent out to critics, etc. with the understanding that it doesn't necessarily represent the final content. I don't know how well our book will be received by regular book editors, but we're going to send it out to all the cult movie mags we can find, etc. I'm confident we can get at least a mention or two from the cult movie media.
Random Image for Today
She's gonna kill me for posting this one, but here goes:
Christina in front of the Warner Bros store on Times Square. Naturally, they had a huge Powerpuff Girls display, and my wife just couldn't resist the opportunity to pose with her hero, Buttercup (in the green).
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