Cold

Oh, the lengths I will go to in order to keep my hairy boy happy. Today we walked in the rain, the freezing rain because the walks make him happy. Then I stood in the rain some more and watched him eat his food because he likes "hunting" it outside, but likes to have company while he hunts. I am frozen. My feet feel like icicles, but Joco is happy and has a full meal in his stomach. Hopefully soon he'll feel better and get back to normal.



Tonight Edwin's play opens and I get to watch him die again. I'm looking forward to doing something different from unpacking, cleaning and job hunting.

Quick Update

Here's a cell phone picture of the new house. We're still living in boxes mostly and Emily and Tony are still moving stuff out. What's making me nuts is wanting to unpack all my art and music stuff, but the room I picked is still full of Tony's things.

Joco did not take the move well and has been pretty depressed. The last few days he's started showing interest in things again, so I'm hopeful he'll get better soon. It's sad to see him so depressed. Our plan to cure him consists of lots of walks and treats. Really good treats, like beef and chicken.

I'm job hunting for a regular day job. Something that doesn't require brain surgery and that I don't take home with me. Wish me luck.

NaNoWriMo (write a novel in a month) starts November 1st, so if you're interested in joining the madness, just click here and you can check out the site and rules. I know there is one closet writer out there that I would love to have as a partner in crime, but I wont mention names. (Holly... Holly?) OK, I lied. But really Holly, you'd be great!

The magazine has been delayed until January. The move and lack of Internet put me way behind, so I've bit the disappointment bullet and delayed publication.

Oh, yeah, I've dyed my hair dark brown in an attempt to look normal and more employable than a metallic redhead.

Ironic

"Oh my gosh!!! The dude just drove through a red light but he was foiled at the next one. He was going to go, though."

Ironic is posting on Facebook about a bad driver, and texting while you're driving to do it.

Iveys

I'm back tracking here because it's been so long since I last posted. These pictures I took with my cell phone (And they are all crappy, but I thought I'd post them anyway.) at the Iveys. For those of you who don't know what the Iveys are, just click on the link. For those of you who do know what they are, I prefer to call it "The Actor's Prom."



This is a picture of Josette. I met her in the front of the building, where I was sitting with my shoes off trying to ignore the pain. She was the highlight of my evening so she gets first billing. She does a lot of charity work and deserves a lot more credit than she gets. And she looked amazing! I wish the picture showed that.


People outside of the building, smoking.


A limo.








A view from the balcony.




The stage.


Inside the theater.


They both had huge rings on their fingers so I made them "display" them.








Edwin, the cast of Mary Tyler Moore and some other wonderful people.

Everyone is Dead

Everyone is dead. I know this because it's been days since my phone calls and emails have been returned. It's not like I have time to wait for them. I have deadlines to meet and time is passing faster every minute.

It must have been a virus. I don't know where it came from, maybe some government chemical warfare experiment got loose. What I do know is that whatever happened... It left zombies behind. Not the typical, biting, flesh eating zombies, but game playing, Facebook zombies.

They email me daily, several times a day, each demanding gifts and help on missions. They can't stop their zombie minds from playing, and they spread like a disease. I see more and more of them signing up to play games, asking others to be friends, their personal lives grinding to a halt as the virus does its work. And it makes me sure in my knowledge that everyone else is dead. I may be the only uninfected human left on earth.

I must come up with an antidote. I must hurry because my deadlines are looming and I need healthy, living human beings. Humans... I miss them. I miss conversation, sharing ideas, and most of all, making money from them. Maybe... Oh my God... Could it be this simple? I could write a Facebook application. Yes, that's it! That has to be the answer!

I must retreat to the laboratory now. Time is of the essence! I will post more on the results of my experiments... Hopefully, there is someone out there, listening.

Minnesota State Fair

Quentin, Robin and I went to the Minnesota State Fair.


This is not a crowded day. Wait until the weekend!


The International Bazaar has Native Americans...


I'm pretty sure that's a Diet Coke.


She's wondering if he's lost again.


Some people come in costume. I have no idea why.


She's protecting him?


I think he's quoting someone.


Turning wood without electricity. Too cool for words.


These are the old toys you could win.


We all agreed they looked spooky.


I want them anyway... or maybe because they're spooky!


I love the miniatures.


Yes, it's true. In Mn people carry around deer heads.


Quentin, unknown guy and Robin shooting. We bullied her into it.


It's one of the few places you can really find a person with a monkey on his back.


Apparently it keeps you hopping.


They redecorated the haunted house ride.


We thought it looked pretty cool so we went on it.


It sucked horribly. It couldn't scare a 5 year old.

And just for some additional info, This looks a lot like the neighborhood I'm living in.

Pictures and Studies

Some pictures of the frog pond by us.







More "duh" studies I ran into today;
"Study finds young women's satisfaction with own body image suffers after viewing ultra-thin TV characters."
"Research shows temptation more powerful than individuals realize."