Three Days On

[handful_ofdust]

So, yeah: Labour Day. On which there was labour, but not that kind. I spent the long weekend, predictably, doing little except the usual round of chores and Cal-looking-after. Made a few notes, thought about various shit, saw some films (Green Lantern: First Flight, Ed Brubaker's Angel of Death (starring Zoe Bell) and State of Play, if you're wondering). According to my list, I'm now up over 161 books read in 2009, so at some point I should probably post a list of the best stuff thus far, with brief annotations. "Should", ha ha.

But today is also Day One (and only, per week) for Cal at Senior Kindergarten, which means I really need to get my ass in gear and lay some pipe before I have to go ferry him over to Surrey Place (then rush back here and lay more pipe, etcetera). Time's a-tickin'.

Oh, man. Where's that damn Tommyknockers machine that lets you simply dream an entire novel in beautiful first draft prose when you need it, anyhow? As I recall, it also heated your water, and maybe made you coffee at the same time. Screw you for teasing me, Stephen King.

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[jackal-lies.livejournal.com]

Ben might try in a really, really desperate situation. He'd be trying to mantain total eye contact and using his most compelling/believe-me-goddamnit voice, but one of his eyesbrows would be twitching like crazy. "Dan, I'm a good man. I am. Don't look at me like that. I saved your life all those times. 'Member?" And Dan would be gazing at him in horror, and Charlie would be just looking sad and pissy in the background.
I'm sure he's convinced people who've only known him for a short period of time before anyway.