January 2nd, 2004


Cake for Breakfast, Computers, Firefly, and Writing

At my excited prompting, we had the rest of my birthday cake for breakfast yesterday. Couple things of note from that:
1. I really like having cake for breakfast. It's yummy and the kick of that much sugar so early in my day really does zippy thing to my overall world outlook.
2. Matthew really does not like having cake for breakfast. It makes him a bit sick to his stomach for most of the day.

Dammit. Back to muffins or toast or cereal. Probably for the best . . .

Meant to go see The Return of the King, but the showing was sold out that we wanted to go to. So we postponed our plans by a day and instead went browsing at Best Buy.

As it turns out, our shiny new Sony VAIO computer is no long shiny or new (being classified now as "old, slow, and clunky" in the PC world--@#$&!^%), and is thereby incapable of functioning with the DVD burner I got Matthew for Christmas. Crap.

However the positive side of this is that we might get a new computer. There were a couple very nice models, including a new-and-improved VAIO at Best Buy with a mind-boggling amount of space and speed. We're shopping around, waiting to see what sort of shape our finances are in for 2004. But considering the cost of a new system versus the cost of possibly upgrading our poor old VAIO, it makes more sense to buy a new system than to attempt an upgrade surgery.

When we got back home, we popped in the first of the Firefly DVDs. Eight hours and eleven episodes (plus the pilot) later we finish watching "The Message" and my eyes burn and I'm beginning to make funny comments that consist of more random syllables than recognizable words. Definitely short school bus funny rather than ha-ha funny. My stamina is ended; time for me to go comatose. But that means we've got two more episodes to watch as soon as Matthew wakes up!

I hope the movie gets green-lighted. IhopeIhopeIhope. Such an excellent show with amazing writing and characters. And so many unanswered questions! Damn Fox for screwing Firefly up. Damn them for canceling it! And their little dog too! Pffft.

Writing stats:

No new words on the page this year. Yet. But I've received fifty-four critiques on Critters so far for my current offering (which will remain up for five more days!). Gurgle. Scribbling "thank-you" notes as fast as I can. My mind's spinning with all the feedback, but I'm getting a big picture on some things I want to work on in the rewrite. Wonder if I'll crack sixty crits . . .

Also submitted my urban fantasy with MPC. It'll go up when this one comes down. I foresee much rewriting in my future.
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EWWW!!! Mangled lizard!

AGH! Matthew's laughing at me, but I'm still coming down from a freaked out adrenalin high. Hobkin caught, killed, and chewed up a lizard in the house. I heard Hobkin crunching something near the front door so I came to investigate what he'd found. I shooed him away from whatever it was. At first, I thought he'd discovered a bit of string or yarn, until I picked it up and realized what I was holding was a tail with attached mangled body. I screamed. I can't believe I screamed. I can deal with all types of traditional creepy crawlies--snakes, spiders, bats, rats--in fact I like them. But finding that ruined mass of tissue attached to a tail totally unglued me.

Couldn't even tell it was a lizard at first. Thought it was a mouse until Matthew and I got the flashlight out to examine it closer. It was a small lizard. Quite mangled. When I thought it was a mouse, I thought Hobkin had eaten about half the body, but after we figured out it was a lizard, it looks like he just chewed it up a bit. I believe the majority of the body was still there. Readjusting my body mass expectations from "mouse" to "lizard," I think I could identify a head and midsection. It would appear I stopped Hobkin within a couple seconds of him nabbing it or else he probably would have polished it off.

Ew ew ew eww ewww! I scrubbed my hands three times, feeling downright obsessive-compulsive about it, and I had the urge to make Hobkin gargle with mouthwash or something . . .

On the verge of panic, I made Matthew call his godmother to consult with her, but she wasn't home, so then made him call the head of the ADSA (American Domestic Skunk Association). She basically said we were very silly and that we didn't have anything to worry about. After all, skunks eat mice and lizards naturally.

So now I'm trying to get my heart rate under control. My plump fuzzbump is a hunter after all. It can't have been a very challenging hunt. I mean its winter (and how the hell did it get in the house in the first place?). The lizard was probably very slow moving. But I guess my darling does still have hunting instincts.

But now he's in my lap, all sweet and cuddly, and probably wondering why Mommy was screaming earlier. Sigh.
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