Sunday,
January 26, 2003
From the "Strange, but I'll take another one just like it, please" Dreams Department
I dreamed last night that I won the Hugo for Best Short Story. I have no idea which Worldcon it was, although I don't think it was Glasgow -- I DO know that I was bouncing around like a weiner dog on speed, hugging everyone and admiring my new shiny silver award. And man, it was heavy -- I don't know what the con used for the base, but it felt like some kind of stone.
Now, I do have the occasional precognitive dream, but they're usually of mundane activities like driving past a big wooden chicken or seeing a billboard (the Force is strong in my family, but manifests in weird ways). So, as much as I'd like to, I can't take this as a precursor of Things To Come.
Still, it made me wake up with a smile on my face.
It's not a Hugo, but it's an achievement nonetheless
From the bathroom scales this morning -- 274. Whee!
And then, I came in here to get some writing done
The kid (I'm assuming it's a kid) who has the room right below my office has once again turned the speakers up to 11 and is playing SOMETHING with a highly irregular beat. Come to think of it, it sounds like s/he's playing some sort of shoot-em-up game, with a serious amount of bass that is coming straight through the floor and making my feet vibrate.
*sigh* It may be time to go downstairs and have a little chat with Poppet's mom or dad. I don't mind the occasional noise (hell, it can even be entertaining, like when the next door neighbors have sex. They're not all that loud, but what comes through the wall is definitely, um. . .rhythmic in nature). I don't even really mind loud music all that much. But when I have a set of headphones on and I can STILL hear what's going on downstairs through bone conduction in my feet, there's something seriously wrong.
Getting a house is starting to look more and more appealing, oh yes. . .
Finally, a little something for the cat fanciers out there
I
have a little round cat bed in my office that I bought for Jordan. Originally
it was out in the living room next to JJ's, but the Gateway Cat would never
use it, so I brought it in here in a blatant attempt to give him somewhere else
to sit other than my chest.
And
he did catch on, after a while -- when I'm writing, he sits curled up in it
until he decides that I've written enough and it's time for a little Kitty Love.
All well and good until this morning, when JJ decided that HE wanted to sit
in the bed in Mom's room.
Jordan must have been in a mellow mood, because he not only allowed JJ to usurp his usual spot, he actually climbed in with him and started cleaning him. Of course I immediately grabbed my camera and started taking pictures, not realizing that I'd left on the close-up setting, damn spit dirty socks. Even after some extensive Photoshopping, the pictures were too fuzzy to be useful unless someone has a real hankering to look at black and white cat-shaped blurs.
So you'll just have to make do with pictures of Jordan sitting in his bed alone, and sprawled on my tax papers while looking pensive. Or is that worried? Lyndon's vacuuming in the background, and the Gateway Cat does NOT like vacuums.
Little bugger's
cute, though.