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Mar. 8th, 2010
Lunchtime Life Collection
Mar. 8th, 2010 11:09 am(since I'm clearly not writing while waiting on that call from the adjuster)
Happy birthday to my Number One Son, Obi-Wan Chrisobi. He's 15. And to the late, much missed![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
minitrog
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Our "Nothing says loving' like something from the coven" department:
Because it looked incredibly yummy: Gruyere-stuffed crusty loaves
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Spiritual vigilantes in Amarillo are spiritually mapping out their neighborhoods and engaging in terrorist prayer, designed to drive out everything from swingers' clubs to nature centers (hotbeds of paganism) to compromised churches (Methodist, Episcopalian). They are taking their tactics straight from the anti-abortion groups.
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Salmonella In Common Food Additive Leads To Recall Of Pretty Much Every Food Ever. A batch of hydrolyzed vegetable protein in Las Vegas has salmonella. Check the list of 94 products and see if you have any in your cabinets.
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Botched plastic surgery horror story from the Solomon Islands
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Trailer for the movie "The Runaways", a Joan Jett biopic, with Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart
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Planning for annual sales.
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Keynes and Hayek in epic economic rap battle.
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March continues to be the month of gales and Gaels here at the Den.
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Writing:
Came up with a post-apoc novel, characters, plot and all. Amazing what a spiked jacket and studded codpiece can inspire.
Did my AQ paperwork for Master Bear
Working on the synopsis for Kestrel on the Horizon. Sending it to Ellora for reprints
Still working on Chainmale
Happy birthday to my Number One Son, Obi-Wan Chrisobi. He's 15. And to the late, much missed
minitrog~~~
Our "Nothing says loving' like something from the coven" department:
Because it looked incredibly yummy: Gruyere-stuffed crusty loaves
~~~
Spiritual vigilantes in Amarillo are spiritually mapping out their neighborhoods and engaging in terrorist prayer, designed to drive out everything from swingers' clubs to nature centers (hotbeds of paganism) to compromised churches (Methodist, Episcopalian). They are taking their tactics straight from the anti-abortion groups.
~~~
Salmonella In Common Food Additive Leads To Recall Of Pretty Much Every Food Ever. A batch of hydrolyzed vegetable protein in Las Vegas has salmonella. Check the list of 94 products and see if you have any in your cabinets.
~~~
Botched plastic surgery horror story from the Solomon Islands
~~~
Trailer for the movie "The Runaways", a Joan Jett biopic, with Dakota Fanning and Kristen Stewart
~~~
Planning for annual sales.
~~~
Keynes and Hayek in epic economic rap battle.
~~~
March continues to be the month of gales and Gaels here at the Den.
~~~
Writing:
Came up with a post-apoc novel, characters, plot and all. Amazing what a spiked jacket and studded codpiece can inspire.
Did my AQ paperwork for Master Bear
Working on the synopsis for Kestrel on the Horizon. Sending it to Ellora for reprints
Still working on Chainmale
State of the Sooky
Mar. 8th, 2010 08:41 pmWriting:
1100 words on Chainmale
Magic story up to 994
350 words on Kestrel Synopsis
Did all my AQ paperwork
Eating: stayed on my points
FLY: dressed to shoes, made bed, swish and swipe, decluttered my con-box, did dishes and wiped cabinets. Kids did 15 minutes in their rooms. 5 minute room rescue, front room.
Insurance: Car is totaled. Check tomorrow and they will tow it away.
Reading: Finished Kestrel on the Horizon. Read some of Rough Draft.
Scent of the Day: Golden Priapus. Insatiable lust, unending vigor! A truly carnal, energetic men's blend: vanilla and amber with juniper, rosewood and white pine. Heavy vanilla, with amber. The woods keep it from being too sweet.
Meditation of the day: The moon. Painful negative emotions as we try to escape the stagnation. Goes with yesterday's The Devil.
Obi is 15! And he had to perform in a band concert.
We have the first garden shoots in the greenhouse! And Dollface found the first tulips poking up through the ground!
You have biked 102 miles.
You have passed The Bald Hill in the Old Forest.
It is 8 miles to the next landmark.
You have 356 miles to reach Rivendell.
The hobbits led their ponies up, winding round and round until they reached the top. There they stood and gazed about them. The air was gleaming and sunlit, but hazy; and they could not see to any great distance. Near at hand the mist was now almost gone; though here and there it lay in hollows of the wood, and to the south of them, out of a deep fold cutting right across the Forest, the fog still rose like steam or wisps of white smoke.
1100 words on Chainmale
Magic story up to 994
350 words on Kestrel Synopsis
Did all my AQ paperwork
Eating: stayed on my points
FLY: dressed to shoes, made bed, swish and swipe, decluttered my con-box, did dishes and wiped cabinets. Kids did 15 minutes in their rooms. 5 minute room rescue, front room.
Insurance: Car is totaled. Check tomorrow and they will tow it away.
Reading: Finished Kestrel on the Horizon. Read some of Rough Draft.
Scent of the Day: Golden Priapus. Insatiable lust, unending vigor! A truly carnal, energetic men's blend: vanilla and amber with juniper, rosewood and white pine. Heavy vanilla, with amber. The woods keep it from being too sweet.
Meditation of the day: The moon. Painful negative emotions as we try to escape the stagnation. Goes with yesterday's The Devil.
Obi is 15! And he had to perform in a band concert.
We have the first garden shoots in the greenhouse! And Dollface found the first tulips poking up through the ground!
You have biked 102 miles.
You have passed The Bald Hill in the Old Forest.
It is 8 miles to the next landmark.
You have 356 miles to reach Rivendell.
The hobbits led their ponies up, winding round and round until they reached the top. There they stood and gazed about them. The air was gleaming and sunlit, but hazy; and they could not see to any great distance. Near at hand the mist was now almost gone; though here and there it lay in hollows of the wood, and to the south of them, out of a deep fold cutting right across the Forest, the fog still rose like steam or wisps of white smoke.