Thursday,
January 24, 2008

This is why writers need a thick skin

Ya know, if a reviewer really, really doesn't like a specific type of fiction such as shared world anthologies, perhaps said writer shouldn't be writing reviews of same, yes?

Some people can be such precious, precious flowers in the field of genre. Bah. I wave my paw.

Brrrr...

In other news, looks like we're getting some of that cold weather that's slamming the rest of the country tonight -- the weather people are talking about possible freezing rain and ice, although sleet is probably not in the picture. Whee!

Guess who will be traveling to Kroger later on to stock up on useful things? Plus the makings for tonight's dinner -- black pepper pork sausage with sauerkraut and potatoes. Good cold weather food, that is.

At least Lyndon doesn't have to work late tonight -- he's an excellent driver, but the less he's on icy roads the happier I am.

Brisk is GOOD for you

That being said, it was an excellent afternoon for a thirty-minute walk around the complex -- nice breeze to keep my head cool, and crisp, invigorating air with the smell of ice in it. Nice to know I still have my sense of snow seven years into Texas residency.

The reason for the walk? Part of this lifestyle dingus I'm trying (Day 11, and I would've had a splendid night's sleep if not for the Usual Suspect. And no, we can't lock him or JJ out of the bedroom -- he digs at the carpet in front of the door when that happens, and I don't really want to have to pay a repair fee when we eventually blow this popsicle stand).

Also I'm in training for the upcoming visit to the House of the Mouse -- gotta have good leg muscles to make it around that place in one piece, plus Stacy and I will be trading off pushing Clara in her adult stroller this year. On top of the autism the poor kid has vision problems that really screw with her walking places -- she's constantly hesitating or trying to find a way around a gap that only she can see. It's easier in the long run to bring an adult stroller and wheel her from attraction to attraction -- besides, she gets plenty of exercise inside the attractions and at the hotel pool.

So I have to get the gams pumped up and in shape for that. So far I think I'm doing pretty well -- the thirty minutes are now passing without any real need for a break, and I have a selection of mixes on the iPod that work for walking. Still have to get decent walking shoes, though, and I really wish Dr. Scholl's hadn't phased out my favorite Mary Jane. Fuckers. Now all I can get locally are clogs (blech) and a boot-like clog (which wouldn't be bad, except I bought a pair to wear in Chicago and had to junk them because somehow I shrank a size in between buying them and going to Chicago and my feet were swimming in them).

Screw it -- I'll just get a pair of gymshoes with orthotic support. I may look like an unfashionable dork, but by God I will be a dork walking in comfort.

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