Saturday,
October 13, 2001

Stuff

Phoo. Sorry about the heavy journal entry yesterday, people. It was just something I needed to get off my chest.

Anyway, today was actually kinda fun. I spent the morning puttering around the place and trying to do a little bit of cleaning, then the afternoon working on various writing projects while some gorgeous sunlight shone through the living room windows -- and didn't heat it up beyond all reason! I could get used to these mild winters, yes indeedy.

The evening was spent over at the Man from McKinney's house, getting to meet his lovely wife Anne and rummage through his laserdisk collection. Apparently I couldn't go another day without seeing a movie called TWICE UPON A TIME, a delightfully bizarre animated movie produced by George Lucas, and I needed to learn some of Scuzzbopper's lines (the head Screamwriter of the Murkworks Nightmare Factory, shown at right) so we could use them in appropriate places at work.

Me doing movie lines? Gee, you wouldn't think it to look at me, would you? (Stop laughing, Patrick. I can STILL do the "Rollers" speech, you know.)

In fact, the only problem about the evening was locating the MfM's residence, as he lives in Ulan Bator and it gets really, really dark at night out there. Remember, I grew up in Chicago, where the evening sky looked like your average night on Mars. Out there, though, it's pitch black except for the occasional lonely street light, and they don't number the houses very clearly -- once I managed to find the right street, I was kinda tempted to walk up and down it yelling, "STEEEEEEEEEEEEEVE! WHERE ARE YOU, STEEEEEEEEEEEVE?"

Which would have delighted his neighbors to no end, I'm sure. Maybe next time.