Joanie, Gail, Llew, etcetera
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tinhuvielShortly before 4, the Feudal Mistress returned without Joanie. She took Joanie home before coming back to work. It turns out that Joanie did indeed have an anxiety attack. At least it wasn't anything more serious than that. Still, though, that's not good. There's a question as to whether or not Joanie will be coming back to work tomorrow, but she needs to take care of herself first. Tasha Yar has been out with influenza for the majority of this week and may not be back tomorrow, and the Feudal Mistress has a vacation day scheduled tomorrow. Soooo, it may just be Judy and myself. For about 2 hours today, I was the only person in my department. Judy had to leave at 2:30, and the FM was still at Urgent Care with Joanie. Once the FM returned, I stayed over a half hour to help get her caught up. See? I can be a nice person and a team player. The Feudal Mistress was being nice to my homie Joanie, so what else could I do?
I spoke with Gail today. She sounded horrible, having been fighting a sinus infection that seems to have developed into bronchitis. I stressed to her that she needed to go on to the doc if it didn't clear up soon, 'cos she's been sick for two weeks now. We've made tentative plans to get together in the next week or so to catch up. There are rumblings that a new issue of The Howling could be in the offing if we can evoke some Gothly inspirations and rally all the local writers who are inclined to Darkness, the Strange, and the Unusual. Then again, it doesn't have to be just local. The last issue we had contained work from folks all over the country, including Michelle. And one of our main peeps,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mercymanic will absolutely have to be on board, even though she's too damned far away for my personal satisfaction. Come home, Winnifox!!!
I've been home from Llew's for about 40 minutes now. He was interested in buying the 4-track and the voice box, but it turns out that there is actually something wrong with the recorder. There's a connection somewhere in there that is intermittent at best, which means no recording is going to be certain. It worked fine at the Father Unit's place, but it's just not happening here. Personally, I think the thing is possessed. To top off that disappointment, I forgot to take the Shriek tape to him, so now it will have to wait until Sunday or Monday. I also forgot to return his Secretary DVD. Dagnabbit!
Aunt Tudi is taping the Happy Days reunion and I plan on watching it over the weekend. I'm a child of the 70s, so there's no doubt I'll be watching this wondrous bit of nostalgia. I always had a crush on Potsie, and I could say "Aaaaaaaayyyyyy" whilst belching, like every other kid in my elementary school. We were so damned cool.
Tomorrow promises a trip to Wally World after work. Needless to say, I dread it. I dread it every week. My heart fills with trepidation at the very thought.
This weekend, I need to get B's lyrics up on his site. Also, Aunt Tudi and I need to clean out our freezer in the utility room and do some routine home maintenence. Little Michael should be calling in the next day or so with some honourable plumbers who won't take all my money and show me their ass-crack while doing nothing to resolve my leak issues. Words cannot sufficiently express my horror at the thoughts of the inevitable bill for this work. I'm gonna have to sell a kidney just to be assured of a working shower.
I may call B tomorrow as I haven't heard from him in aeons and I'm curious as to the progress of the new Shriekback project. Another purpose for the call is to feel him out on how he'd deal with my coming to England. Would he want to meet me? Would he run and hide in Egypt during my stay, feeling I may be yet another incarnation of Annie Wilkes? "Oh, Barry, I'm your number one fan. Let me hobble you so you can't postpone recording more music!" Or would he cut out my heart and affix it to a pike while I watched with fading vision? Too much imagination and too little motivation is what breeds these ridiculous ravings.... not to mention irrational fear and possible psychosis. "Your ridiculous fears, I know how to allay them. I can smile and be sweet...."
I also need to call Timothy, but I really wanted to hit Onederland before we meet for lunch, so I may put that off for another week or so. Whenever we meet, I want to try to fix it to where Trav can attend as well. It's been a long time since we've all yukked it up together and I think it's long overdue. If only Dominic could be there too.
That's it for me. I'm retiring for the eve. Here's to Friday!
I spoke with Gail today. She sounded horrible, having been fighting a sinus infection that seems to have developed into bronchitis. I stressed to her that she needed to go on to the doc if it didn't clear up soon, 'cos she's been sick for two weeks now. We've made tentative plans to get together in the next week or so to catch up. There are rumblings that a new issue of The Howling could be in the offing if we can evoke some Gothly inspirations and rally all the local writers who are inclined to Darkness, the Strange, and the Unusual. Then again, it doesn't have to be just local. The last issue we had contained work from folks all over the country, including Michelle. And one of our main peeps,
mercymanic will absolutely have to be on board, even though she's too damned far away for my personal satisfaction. Come home, Winnifox!!!I've been home from Llew's for about 40 minutes now. He was interested in buying the 4-track and the voice box, but it turns out that there is actually something wrong with the recorder. There's a connection somewhere in there that is intermittent at best, which means no recording is going to be certain. It worked fine at the Father Unit's place, but it's just not happening here. Personally, I think the thing is possessed. To top off that disappointment, I forgot to take the Shriek tape to him, so now it will have to wait until Sunday or Monday. I also forgot to return his Secretary DVD. Dagnabbit!
Aunt Tudi is taping the Happy Days reunion and I plan on watching it over the weekend. I'm a child of the 70s, so there's no doubt I'll be watching this wondrous bit of nostalgia. I always had a crush on Potsie, and I could say "Aaaaaaaayyyyyy" whilst belching, like every other kid in my elementary school. We were so damned cool.
Tomorrow promises a trip to Wally World after work. Needless to say, I dread it. I dread it every week. My heart fills with trepidation at the very thought.
This weekend, I need to get B's lyrics up on his site. Also, Aunt Tudi and I need to clean out our freezer in the utility room and do some routine home maintenence. Little Michael should be calling in the next day or so with some honourable plumbers who won't take all my money and show me their ass-crack while doing nothing to resolve my leak issues. Words cannot sufficiently express my horror at the thoughts of the inevitable bill for this work. I'm gonna have to sell a kidney just to be assured of a working shower.
I may call B tomorrow as I haven't heard from him in aeons and I'm curious as to the progress of the new Shriekback project. Another purpose for the call is to feel him out on how he'd deal with my coming to England. Would he want to meet me? Would he run and hide in Egypt during my stay, feeling I may be yet another incarnation of Annie Wilkes? "Oh, Barry, I'm your number one fan. Let me hobble you so you can't postpone recording more music!" Or would he cut out my heart and affix it to a pike while I watched with fading vision? Too much imagination and too little motivation is what breeds these ridiculous ravings.... not to mention irrational fear and possible psychosis. "Your ridiculous fears, I know how to allay them. I can smile and be sweet...."
I also need to call Timothy, but I really wanted to hit Onederland before we meet for lunch, so I may put that off for another week or so. Whenever we meet, I want to try to fix it to where Trav can attend as well. It's been a long time since we've all yukked it up together and I think it's long overdue. If only Dominic could be there too.
That's it for me. I'm retiring for the eve. Here's to Friday!
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Date: 2005-02-04 03:17 am (UTC)I forgot to set up the VCR to tape the reunion show.
Crap Crap Crap!
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Date: 2005-02-04 04:29 am (UTC)Sorry to hear Gail's under the weather. You're right, she needs to see a doc.
As for doing a couple pieces for the Howling I've been meaning too for a while. I need a regular asskicking on that subject. I've got a good old haunted house story (well with a twist) on the back burner that would be perfect.
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Date: 2005-02-04 06:17 am (UTC)"Your ridiculous fears, I know how to allay them. I can smile and be sweet...."
Oh, stop it. He's a nice british guy who just happens to be a musical genius and fantastically attractive.
I will punish your crimes
I will warmly embrace you
I will sing you to sleep
Hush now
mmmmmm now that's a happy goodnight thought. I need to go find that thing you wanted me to read. I promise to do it by the weekend, but the dealerships are playing icy-post-Carrie's-prom kind of queens so I may, nay will be spending the weekend attempting to find & buy a car. If you have energy to spare, please send good thots our way? And now, after a long ass comment I too am off to bed.
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Date: 2005-02-09 12:05 am (UTC)Well. Sort of. Sometimes.
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Date: 2005-02-04 12:26 pm (UTC)And you know who I loved? Ralph Malph. Everyone loved The Fonz but it took a special kind of weird to love Malph :)