Monday,
November 2, 2009
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Back to density
Yup, I'm back in Big D (whee...). On the one hand, my wordage for Nanowrimo stands at 3681 and I have some really nifty plans for the resolution of the book, so that's all good. Oh, and I also talked to Al Jarreau at the Bob Hope Airport (he was flying to Dallas for a concert this Wednesday), which was cream cheese icing on what was already a red velvet cake of a weekend.
On the other hand...well, I'm back in Dallas. Which means I now need to start cleaning this pit of a house, as the housework pretty much went floop in the past couple of weeks and I'd like to be able to invite people over again without wincing. Oh, and the tree in the front yard has pretty much shed all its leaves, so Bunky here will be donning her straw hat and doing the yardwork routine sometime this weekend. I probably should weed out the side flower bed while I'm at it, too. Thank God for my iPod and the B-52's, that's all I can say.
And in a tangential aside that I can't be bothered to smooth over, why in the wide world of sports are my cohosts and assorted people at work coming down on my case for not getting a picture with Jeffrey Combs on Saturday? For Cthulhu's sake, the man was freshly peeled out of a wig and prosthetic nose, not to mention sweaty and tired -- that's not exactly the most opportune time to say, "Gee, can I get my picture taken with you?"
Although I am kicking myself for not getting him to sign my program. Okay, fine -- I suck as a fan. I can live with that. But seriously, I don't need a picture as a memento of the evening, because he gave me something even better:
Yup -- that is the prosthetic Poe nose worn during the Halloween performance of NEVERMORE, complete with what appears to be an eyelash stuck along one side. Booyah! Guess what is going in a shadow box and getting hung over my writing desk as of tonight?
(And in an amusing aside, when I showed Lyndon the nose he did his best Dr. Sheldon Cooper imitation and said, "You possess his DNA? Do you realize what this means? All you need is a healthy ovum, and you can grow your own Jeffrey Combs!")