The Philisophical Works of a Pseudo Author

Well then, three stories, 15,000 words and one week. I'd say I've done rather well. I have another one planned for tomorrow that's been slowly evolving all week long, but I've finally found the last piece of information I need to make it work. It'll also be a different type of fic from anything I've ever written, I think, so we'll see how that goes.

Trish and I went to see Tron tonight. I have never seen the original and I honestly don't much care, but we were in the mood for mindless special effects and this one certainly delivered. There was pretty good humour and the acting wasn't half bad from the cast. The fight scene in the arena was spectacular and I was - almost - on the edge of my seat. Even if I saw the end of the moving coming a mile off. I think I understood most of it too, even though I have no idea what was reference to the original and what was 'new'. Oh well!

Two more days off work! And no museum-ing! I plan to watch Two Towers (managed to get through Fellowship, while paying attention, and not skipping scenes!) all the way through. In regards to novel reading I am just about to hit Tom Bombadil and sort of...contemplating how guilty I will feel for skipping it, again. We'll see tomorrow. I'm not sure I can handle rambling songs and Frodo/Sam/Gollum/walking all in the same weekend. My inner geek isn't that dedicated.

I am watching Fringe. I am only half paying attention to it and the half that is paying attention isn't all that attentative. When did this show get boring? It's Christopher Lloyd!

Does anyone know if the new movie Sanctum has things that go bump in the night in it? Or is it just a bunch of cave divers getting lost underground and their harrowing adventure out? I don't mind that (I don't cave dive for a very good reason and have no plans to ever try), but things hiding in the watery depths of ancient caves freaks me the frak out.

The new underwater museum in Cancun is officially open! Must add that to the travel list pronto, though a year or two wait will let the coral develop on the statues a bit more.

That's probably enough about my life.

Dive trip to ass end of...Picton? Mostly a bust.
1-2m waves in the middle of Lake Ontario? Hell.
Remembering why I hate diving in cold water? Priceless.

( I've Officially Lost It )

Into Toronto tomorrow for Girl's Day Out. Maybe lunch at the golf club? Must get to packing.

Also, clearly I survived the family party. Also, Annmarie and I talked. It was...the way I wish I could talk to my mother and know I never will. I love Annmarie. She's the most honest person I have ever met. Wine helps.

So, the power came back on. Finally. Thankfully. Just in time for me to have a nice long hot shower after spending the day freezing on Georgian Bay.

Drove all the way down to nearly Collingwood, to spend an hour in an inflatable in 5 foot swells to get out to a dive site in 30 feet of water. They were amazing wrecks, but really, I think it was more effort than it was worth. Edie and Todd left for Brockville this morning for the rest of the week, so I get to dog sit. Which involves much less sitting then one might think.

I am incredibly tired, but more than that I have a headache that just WILL NOT GO AWAY.

But Dad decided he wants to see P2, so off we go to Bracebridge tomorrow. And Ainsley ended up stranded in Georgetown for 3 days, so hopefully I won't have to see her now. Yay!