Strangest thing I've heard while sitting at my Mac this week
Christina, in another room, yelling at one of the cats: "No! Don't eat your yarf! Yuck!"
Whichever cat it was does not have a discriminating palate.
Rains came in tonight, cooling things down and making life a little more tolerable. Fortunately it waited until after Nicholas and Sarah visited Busch Gardens today. (That's my brother and his girlfriend, you remember them from beginning of the wedding video?) Nicholas was happy just to have gotten some "free" beer. (You paid for it at the ticket counter, boyo. But then you know that.)
I shipped off a couple of boxes of VHS tapes this morning. They were sold in some of the auctions I've been holding on eBay. Since DVD came upon the scene it's tough to get rid of the old technology, but tapes seem to sell well in lots of ten or more.
I discover my inner lunch lady
Making even portions is much easier with an ice cream scoop. While making corn muffins to have with dinner tonight, I was able to get the right amount of batter into each cup of the tin using a small scooper. There's none of that "shake it off the spoon" mess, either. I don't think, however, that I'll ever use one to put mashed potatoes or mac & cheese onto a plate. Not my plate, anyway. Only ice cream should be molded into hemispheres like that.
Reel Shame
Tomorrow I should get my copy of The Celebrity Directory. And then what havoc we shall wreak! Well, OK, we're going to send out sample chapters to people who might give us good quotes to use on the back of the book in a future printing. (The first printing will have the quotes about Stomp Tokyo from the New York Times and Entertainment Weekly and such.) This assumes that there will be future printings. But hey, if there aren't then at least some famous people will have said something cool about our work. We hope.
Currently Reading: Guerrilla Marketing for Writers
In the VCR: Curse of the Screaming Dead aka Confederate Cannibals
Boob Tube: The Osbournes
Christina, in another room, yelling at one of the cats: "No! Don't eat your yarf! Yuck!"
Whichever cat it was does not have a discriminating palate.
Rains came in tonight, cooling things down and making life a little more tolerable. Fortunately it waited until after Nicholas and Sarah visited Busch Gardens today. (That's my brother and his girlfriend, you remember them from beginning of the wedding video?) Nicholas was happy just to have gotten some "free" beer. (You paid for it at the ticket counter, boyo. But then you know that.)
I shipped off a couple of boxes of VHS tapes this morning. They were sold in some of the auctions I've been holding on eBay. Since DVD came upon the scene it's tough to get rid of the old technology, but tapes seem to sell well in lots of ten or more.
I discover my inner lunch lady
Making even portions is much easier with an ice cream scoop. While making corn muffins to have with dinner tonight, I was able to get the right amount of batter into each cup of the tin using a small scooper. There's none of that "shake it off the spoon" mess, either. I don't think, however, that I'll ever use one to put mashed potatoes or mac & cheese onto a plate. Not my plate, anyway. Only ice cream should be molded into hemispheres like that.
Reel Shame
Tomorrow I should get my copy of The Celebrity Directory. And then what havoc we shall wreak! Well, OK, we're going to send out sample chapters to people who might give us good quotes to use on the back of the book in a future printing. (The first printing will have the quotes about Stomp Tokyo from the New York Times and Entertainment Weekly and such.) This assumes that there will be future printings. But hey, if there aren't then at least some famous people will have said something cool about our work. We hope.
Currently Reading: Guerrilla Marketing for Writers
In the VCR: Curse of the Screaming Dead aka Confederate Cannibals
Boob Tube: The Osbournes
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