Friday Night Conversation Starter
5 February 2011
Another busy day ahead after a quiet morning. Feed younger child, theater Work Day (painting sets, so on) then to a LARP to pick up nephews for sleepover.
I'm almost back to the part in JUDGEMENT (been rewriting) where I introduce Garcia Windhover (very unimpressive gangster son of hippie parents), and then soon after that the informant who looks like a cream pitcher. I already introduced Fatback the were-pig.
"I just had to tell you how pretty you were, which is really weird because normally I stay far away from all whores of Satan."
"Hey, you want to meet a lucky guy? I'm in this car crash and FOUR HOOKERS die but I come out without a scratch."
"Bad day? Tell me about it. How many paternity suits are they allowed to give you in 24 hours, anyway?"
"I had mine tattooed to look like a moray eel. Wanna see?"
Friday Night Conversation Starter: "I lived happily with my Mom for a long time, until they made me bury her."
Friday Night Conversation Starter: "Would you know how I could get a new parole officer? Mine is always bugging me."
Friday Night Conversation Starter: "There's hardly any blood in my phlegm these days."
4 February 2011
Today's itinerary: play basketball, trip to the vet (for a dog, not me), family get-together including Bengali folk music (will explain later) and perhaps, if I'm lucky, a little thinking time about midnight. I'm deep in JUDGEMENT DAY and need reflection time for best plotting results.
Some people's spelling is so bad that it acts as kind of an anti-spelling vortex — while I'm looking at it, I can't remember how the word actually SHOULD be spelled...
