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Thursday Already
Sep. 18th, 2014 05:02 pmYeah, so...had to bring Cal home from school early today, and as far as I can figure, it may have literally been because he was too shy/anxious to poop in any bathroom but our own. Then again, I now feel somewhat like I'm getting a cold, so who knows--I was up 'til batshit o'clock this morning, completely unable to calm down. Grantedly, I'd just found out that I have an upcoming deadline which I may or may not be able to meet, but it did seem a tad disproportionate, as ever. Oh well: I spent some of it catching up with the end of Season Two and the last few episodes of Season Three, a veritable cornucopia of oh Philip Blake no moments.
There's a restaurant on Front Street that's part of the Spring Rolls franchise which me, Mom and Steve used to go to, and for some time, it maintained a huge fishtank in its front foyer: a fake coral reef, lots of brilliantly-colored tropical fish, but every other week or so it would start looking really denuded, like all the other fish were disappearing--and in the back, roaming around, there'd be this single two-foot-long black-tipped shark, with a look on its permanently fixed, fangy face that fairly screamed: oh, why must I be forever alone? Why, oh why, must I always forget not to eat all my friends? And that's kinda how the Governor looks, to tell the strict truth, at the end of Season Three of The Walking Dead. Like he REALLY needs somebody with enough guts to remind him why it's a bad idea to eat all your friends.
So it's on to Chapter 6, where I can finally start to do a bit of time-compaction, hopefully covering about a year and a half: town meeting re Woodbury's Five-Year Plan, evolution of Philip's fake family, birth of Rick's real kid by Haley, intercut with various morale-building measures that I think will culminate in the trapping and execution of the Claimers, followed by (maybe) a celebratory/comforting threesome with Lilly Chambler. This then opens things up in Chapter 7 for Rick to start looking for Terminus, which brings other interesting developments coming down the pipe.
I'm not sure how fast I'll be able to get through it all, but Chapter 4/5 and the impending pro deadline seems to suggest I should light a fire under myself. So this I then wil do, because I need to get back into the swing in general, and I have 24,000 words' worth of notes to get through by the end of this thing. And I also desperately need to get my glasses prescription updated, because one of my eyes is once more permanently unfocussed at close range, just like last year. Fucking old age.
Aaaanyhow, that's by me. Back to it, I guess.
There's a restaurant on Front Street that's part of the Spring Rolls franchise which me, Mom and Steve used to go to, and for some time, it maintained a huge fishtank in its front foyer: a fake coral reef, lots of brilliantly-colored tropical fish, but every other week or so it would start looking really denuded, like all the other fish were disappearing--and in the back, roaming around, there'd be this single two-foot-long black-tipped shark, with a look on its permanently fixed, fangy face that fairly screamed: oh, why must I be forever alone? Why, oh why, must I always forget not to eat all my friends? And that's kinda how the Governor looks, to tell the strict truth, at the end of Season Three of The Walking Dead. Like he REALLY needs somebody with enough guts to remind him why it's a bad idea to eat all your friends.
So it's on to Chapter 6, where I can finally start to do a bit of time-compaction, hopefully covering about a year and a half: town meeting re Woodbury's Five-Year Plan, evolution of Philip's fake family, birth of Rick's real kid by Haley, intercut with various morale-building measures that I think will culminate in the trapping and execution of the Claimers, followed by (maybe) a celebratory/comforting threesome with Lilly Chambler. This then opens things up in Chapter 7 for Rick to start looking for Terminus, which brings other interesting developments coming down the pipe.
I'm not sure how fast I'll be able to get through it all, but Chapter 4/5 and the impending pro deadline seems to suggest I should light a fire under myself. So this I then wil do, because I need to get back into the swing in general, and I have 24,000 words' worth of notes to get through by the end of this thing. And I also desperately need to get my glasses prescription updated, because one of my eyes is once more permanently unfocussed at close range, just like last year. Fucking old age.
Aaaanyhow, that's by me. Back to it, I guess.
