11 November, 2013
There’s something familiar in this picture…
I keep a time machine in the closet in the dogs’ bedroom. So far I can only use it to go backwards in time and come back to when I left. I’ve been able to go to some pretty swingin’ parties, but it looks like my partying days may be over as I’ve been caught.
Paul sent me this image and asked me if I saw anything I recognized. I was sure there was a trick of some sort, so I examined the image carefully.
My eyes were drawn to the women in front first initially. All I could come up with was that they looked a little stiff…did Hugh get himself some fembots? Were they angry bunnies?
Paul urged me to look closer. When I saw it I gasped. The bunny in the very back looked like me!
Apparently our friend Derek came across this image somewhere on Reddit and he sent it to Paul asking when I had time-traveled to the seventies. We joked about it for a while, but I was struck by just how similar her face is to mine. Her nose, jawline, eyebrows, cheeks…
I spent some time trying to track down more information about her.
…very familiar indeed!
Brows, nose, mouth, jawline seem strikingly similar
Same facial structure.
Same downturned mouth.
What I know is:
- These photos were taken in 1966
- They were taken at the Playboy Mansion
- The photographer’s name is Burt Glinn
- The Bunny is wearing a badge in one of the pictures that says “Dodie”, which could be her name, I guess?
Edited to add: I know some of you may not believe me, but I’m actually quite a bit paler than she is. It must be the California sunshine…
11 November, 2013
I’ve read 39 books so far this year and I’ll finish the 40th tonight.
August was a big fat zero. My bike was stolen at the beginning of the month and I worked a fair bit at PRS, including my first weekend shifts.
Anyways…with the all the travel we have coming up I should be able to bump up the total. Last time we traveled to Hawaii I had to make room in my luggage for books (I took the first four books of the Song of Ice and Fire series, Generation Kill, One Bullet Away, as well as the the Zombies trilogy by David Wellington). Luckily the house we were staying in had some books, so I read The Pacific and The Art of Racing in the Rain. I know there were at least two more from the house but I can’t remember their titles or the author’s names. I also remember buying a book at the airport to read on the flight home.
I dragged nine books 4300 kilometers with me to Maui and brought back ten or eleven. I didn’t have an e-reader or tablet in 2008. I’ll be happy not to have all that extra weight when I’m schlepping luggage around. And I’ll have room for some pineapple wine!
4 November, 2013
Word count: 1415
So…those first 1290 words (that don’t count the original first 850 that I scrapped) have also been scrapped. I wrote 1415 this afternoon at lunch. Hopefully I can make up more time/writing/words tonight.
I’ve also switched from dystopian sci-fi to fantasy. Which means I went from a well-plotted out story arc to flying by the seat of my pants.
I also forgot that it will be tough to find time to write while we’re away November 19-December 4th.
I also forgot that 1667 words per day can be tough.
3 November, 2013
Word count: 1290
22 October, 2013
My unconscious is so weird sometimes. One more than one occasion (the latest being last Wednesday night) I’ve dreamt about getting closure from people who it’s impossible to get closure from (because they’ve passed away) or highly unlikely to happen (we don’t speak anymore).
In all instances I’ve been able to vent, the other person’s explained themselves so I can understand or try to understand. Sometimes I understand but still don’t agree.
Then I wake up and a lot of the grief is gone. Like magic. Like it really happened.
I know it’s
unlikely impossible and just “magical thinking” – but it would be cool if they actually were shared experiences. Although in at least two cases it would prove the existence of an afterlife.
17 October, 2013
Like the last time I tried (and failed) NaNoWriMo I have an idea and a hint of a plot, but much more motivation. I’m actually going to work on fleshing out my idea so I’ll have a better change at winning this year. What’s different this time is that a couple of the characters have voices already. Weird.
It’s a peri-apocalyptic coming-of-age story. No title yet.
I’ll consider posting what I write somewhere. Maybe.
10 October, 2013
Do you know what it’s like to find out what you’re supposed to be doing with your life? It’s pretty fantastic, even if it’s not my full time “real” job. It’s over now for a little while (it’s in hibernation) but I will be so excited to get back to it again next spring.
It’s not saving lives, curing cancer, or ending world hunger, but it makes people happy and helps them achieve their goals and dreams.
21 August, 2013
I think I’ve identified a pattern: I definitely have more trouble falling asleep in the summer.
I’m tired at night, but I just can’t get to sleep. I’m not thinking of anything that’s keeping me awake. I have to read until I get tired out. I’m getting between 6-4 hours of sleep a night (with a low of an hour and 45 minutes one day last week). I really need at least eight hours of sleep to be a functioning member of society.
I remember having trouble sleeping in the summer time as a kid; having to go to bed while the sky was still light I’d watch it grow dark and try to find the moon. I don’t know what it is about the long days that makes it hard to sleep at night.
Some of the most fun I had was in the evenings and nights during the summer. Even today nothing makes me feel as free as being out in the summer night; walking, driving, riding a motorcycle. Maybe it’s because it still feels against the rules; everyone else is settling in for the evening while I’m out and about.
Although today the morning air held the first hint of autumn. Very slight; almost undetectable - but definitely there.
21 August, 2013
15 July, 2013
Apparently, being seven years old is tiring.
I can’t believe our little lap-dog is seven today. He’s crossed the line into senior dog territory.
Today he’s guarding the office while Paul works from home. He’s been defending Paul from neighbourhood cats, delivery men coming to the door, and falling apple cores. This important work is tiring, but even though he looks fast asleep he’s ready to woof and spring into action at the slightest suspicious sound. He is only ever truly asleep in the dog’s bedroom or if he’s lucky enough to get to sleep on our bed. Then he takes his full rest as the unmovable Bender-log: captain of snoring and sleep-wagging.
Happy birthday you goof.