Saturday, December 30, 2006
Martin and I went over to his parents house and sat around doing the 'opening presents' thing. Martin's brother has a new bird. Some chunky girl with a penchant for brown velvetine tracksuits. Ugh! We watched the two love birds exchange approximately 30 gifts each, with the fluffy bears getting bigger with each gift. It was a little bit sickening, but perhaps its just coz I only got three pairs of shoes this Christmas. Hehehe.
So, the day passed non-eventfully. I knew about most of my presents anyway so it wasn't all that surprising, but it was good to finally have the items I picked out ages ago. A couple of DVDs, some CDs (Loreena McKennitt's new album - An Ancient Muse, and Alanis Morissette's accoustic Jagged Little Pill) which went straight onto my ipod once I got home. Also got a few books.. one of which I have been waiting over a year to be released!!! It came out months ago, but stupid me said 'why dont you give that to me for Christmas?' thus making my stupid self wait longer.
Its Terry Goodkind's 'Phantom'. I think its the last in the Sword of Truth series, but I'm not sure. I'm over halfway through reading it and I honestly dont remember his last books being so damn long winded. One conversation spanned about 5 chapters! He always leaves a little cliffhanger at the end of each chapter though, so he knows how to spin a good yarn.
I've also got the second book in Earth's Children's series by Jean M Auel 'Valley of the Horses'.. I think thats what its called. I haven't got it in front of me at the mo. I also thought I'd try reading 'Eldest' by Christopher Paolini. If some kid can write a book and make a mint then I'm going to read it and find out what the fuck he has written that is so great. His first book 'Eragon' wasn't very flash but perhaps I'm missing something. I also heard that the movie is a waste of space. Still, I'll look at it anyway coz its fantasy and the cast line up is pretty cool.
I haven't touched any writing since I last blogged, and although the break from Blogger and the Book has been good, its been a little wierd. I've felt oddly very emotional in the last few weeks and have been entertaining some wierd thoughts. Its almost been a bit scary the things my brain has spat at me. I'm not going to divulge things here, coz although this is my journal of sorts, it aint very private and some things have to be kept private lest the funny farm comes and takes me away.
So, I'm not going to be doing any writing until next year.. ie Monday (Heheh.. I love referring to the next few days as 'next year'. It sounds a long way off even though its only a few days). I've got all of January to add an extra 40,000 words and some new plot points. I need to add the negative balance to the story, which means a whole new character with his own problems/motivations. Will take a bit of thought but I'm sure I can wangle it.
Well I've got to get off my arse and go pick up a package that wasn't delivered yesterday (even though Martin was home all day the useless post people didn't even knock or anything. Lazy bastards!!)
For New Year I'm just going to a pub with some friends to drink myself into oblivion. If I dont ever blog again after that then no doubt the forces of evil, aka Jack Daniels & Coke, have taken over my body and I'm stuck in a perpetual hangover.
Sounds like fun.
Friday, December 22, 2006
I've only been in this job two months but I still got an appraisal. I cleverly scheduled it for Tuesday before the Christmas party on Wednesday and boy am I glad I did.
We all went out for a nice Christmas lunch Wednesday, and I was sat next to the boss, but of course I didn't care, I still went ahead and drank 6 Jack Daniels & Cokes!
But, being the trained JD drinker I barely felt tipsy. We left the restaurant and headed over to the place where the supposed Christmas party was. It was just a dull and boring room filled with suited and booted boring professionals... until my department walked in from the restaurant. We still had our silly hats on from the crackers at lunch, so we all got stared at.
I had to then move onto the red wine.. which wasn't so bad I suppose, but I'm not sure how much I drank coz my drink was topped up at least 3 times.
We left there at about 8-ish and went to the tiny little pub across the road. Its from then on that things turn all blurry. I bought my first drink - a double JD.. and from then on my drink seemed to multiply every time I got down to the dregs.
I always had at least two JD's in hand at once, and I was told this morning that I swayed a great deal, but never spilled a drop! Ha.. I'm a professional!
So, thanks to some of the boys from my department I managed to get across the road to the train station - propped up between the two of them, still with my silly hat on.
I managed to find the right platform for my train and had to wait half an hour for it (which turned out to be longer since it was delayed!) so I decided to go to the ladies. When I got into the toilet there was some young french bloke standing in their complaining at how long we were taking, but I wasn't in any mood to have a bloke taking a tinkle before me, so after a little bit of pushing and shoving I chinned him one with the best punch I could manage (after at least 12 JD's it was probably a weak slap, but in my mind it was the best punch in the world).
Thank god he was a weedy little bastard, coz he could have turned around and smacked me clear off my feet. Thankfully he just left, coz three other girls were starting to take offense at his presence.
What a dickhead!
So anyway, I managed to get on my train and talked a load of bollocks to whoever would listen, and then stumbled home. I was lucky to meet up with the hubby (who was also coming home from his Christmas bash) on the way home, but I am very pleased to say that I didn't fall down once all night!!
The hubby on the other hand tripped over a few times, grazed his knee and hand, and broke his phone. And he wasn't even all that pissed at the end of the night.
I honestly cant remember the last time I was that pissed! It was fantastic!! I didn't even feel that bad in the morning. I was still really pissed in the morning though, so I phoned up and took an emergency holiday day! Hehehe. Thankfully it was all ok.
Oh, but the best yet.. Today my bosses came over to my desk and presented me with some lovely perfume as a 'thank you'! I dunno what the thank you was for, but perhaps it was just the christmas spirit. My face went so red, I was speechless. At first I thought they were coming over to tell me off about something, but apparently not. By the looks of it I'm doing pretty well in this job! Hoorah! (Hopefully I didn't do something I shouldn't have at the party.. perhaps that was what the 'thank you' was for! I hope not!)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
All you have to do is:
1. Grab the book closest to you.
2. Open to page 123 and go down to the fifth sentence.
3. Post the text of next 3 sentences on your blog.
4. Name the book and the author.
5. Tag three people.
It is finished. Old Mitsima's words repeated themselves in his mind. Finished, finished... In silence and from a long way off, but violently, desperately, hopelessly, he had loved Kiakime. And now it was finished. He was sixteen.
Aldous Huxley's Brave New World (the book I'm currently reading)
I'm going to tag the Cook! I'm not going to tag anyone else.. that would be presumptuous of me. As if others read my dribble! Hehe.
The Cook is a close buddy from Australia, so I know she looks in from time to time (Will you cook me roast beef with taters the next time I visit??).
Monday, December 18, 2006
I think that that is the main problem with depression/anxiety over Christmas. If you're like me then you're stupidly anchored to your television (or computer) all the time and rely on its methodical and dependable timetable to keep your life flowing in the happiness direction.
Of course there are always hiccups to disturb this - ie wars/news flashes/sport, damn sport! etc...
I've been following Lost, Prison Break, House, My Name Is Earl, X-Factor.. ummm.. thats about it I think, and all of them have stopped over Christmas. Its incredibly annoying. Now I feel forced to spend more time with family blah blah blah. I'd much rather choose to turn the tv off and spend time with them, but to be forced to either watch total bollocks on tv or switch it off is a major pain in the bum! I want my tv goddammit!!
My couch groove will start to unfold if I spend too much time away from it.. and I cant have that!
So anyway, back to the X-Factor. What do I think? Well, I really like Ray (I love swing etc!) but he shouldn't be on the X-Factor. He's going to have a long career in the West End anyway, so he should have stood aside and let Ben go through to the final.
If the above had have happened I would be unable to choose who should win. Ben is fantastic, but Leona's voice is phenomenal! I'm pleased she won for the whole 'girl power' thing and I'm sure if she sluts herself up a bit she could have a good career. I just hope that someone picks up Ben and keep his music going coz I reckon he could make it big if he gets some original stuff done and gets a band behind him.
How good was it to hear all the losers singing? HAHA! I love Earth Song, but they totally ruined it. I thought the best of the bunch was the fat old tart who missed her queue! Fantastic! Loved it!
I'm looking forward, straight ahead, to Christmas Day... 7pm... BBC 1... DOCTOR WHO!! WOOOOO HOOOOOO!!
Friday, December 15, 2006
The email was advertising a writing competition. It looks like it could be a good thing, but the only problem is the submitted novel has to be complete at no less than 90,000 words.
My novel, Fleeting Life, is roughly completed at almost 52,000. The competition deadline is the end of January.
Now, I know I can do this. 40,000 words in 6 weeks. Easy peasy! I wrote the whole 52,000 in roughly 3 weeks for Nanowrimo, so I definitely know I can do it.
So whats the problem?
I dont know. I feel a lingering 'but'.. but dont know what it is. Perhaps its just coz I feel my story is a bit lame and bland. Although, having said that I'm quite aware that it needs a big overhaul and have a few things added in and touched up, but .. I dunno. Perhaps I'm just doubting myself.
I think I'm being the obstacle that I always thought was an object outside of myself.
I'm at least going to use this competition as a great deadline to get my novel fully complete and needing not one more word added to it! I may start next week, or wait until Christmas. Not sure.
I was considering sending in a hook to Miss Snark's Crapometer but I cant think of 250 decent words to describe my book in its current state.
Girl dies. She wanders around for a bit and wonders what to do with herself. She decides to find her killer and get revenge. While trying to find him she falls in love with some bloke. With some pathetic detective work she finds her killer, but stuffs up and her new lover bites the dust. Twist. New Hope. End.
Needs a bit more work to it I think.
I think I'm just in a dismal state at the moment. I'm so tired I'm almost falling alseep as I type this. I'm looking forward to a weekend of peace and relaxation. Perhaps some gift wrapping.. thats a nice therapeutic activity to do.
And no writing! (for a few days)
She's an American though, not an Australian living in the UK - which is me!
When I'm published, however, I'm not sure that I'll use my name 'Kate Wheeler' anyway because a surname beginning with W would put me on the bottom of the bookshelves. My maiden name of 'Swan' might be better, but S is still a fair way down the bookshelf. Most authors have surnames between D and M... but I really really dont think I want to give myself a different surname.
Perhaps I could swap my name around and go around being called 'Wheeler Kate'. It would at least put me in the 'K' section of surnames.. roughly middle/eyeline of bookshelves. Or I could go around as 'Swan Kate'.
Hmm.. that has a better ring to it.
No point really thinking about it until I get my f***ing sh*t sorted out. I've been so lazy with the whole book thing, but with the hubby shouting in my ear constantly to get off the computer, then shouting in my ear constantly to get the book done, I'm a bit confused as to how I'm actually going to do it other than printing it out and taking a red pen to it. I'm not a pen/paper kind of person anymore. It was drilled into me during school and uni that everything must be done on computers from now on......
So I'm being pushed this way.. pushed that way.. made to feel guilty, while also making myself feel guilty.. and my hands are completely tied in knots. I'm beginning to HATE this whole f***cking writing thing.
I didn't get into this stuff to end up hating it. My writing is not for anyone else to enforce on me EVER!! My parents were always try to do that whenever they ran out of other things to try to tell me what to do.
Its as if no one can talk to me without telling me what to do. It drives me f***ing mental! Actually.. what also drives me mental is putting in little stars to blur out the swear words. Fuck that. I'm not going to censor myself. And I'm not going to let myself fall under the delusion that this page is read by millions of people all craning their necks to see whats going on in my life.
Thats not the point of my blog anyway. The point was to keep a diary of my journey from pathetic lowly spare-time writer to fantastic-wealthy-published success. If anyone sees my pages, so be it. If no one does, so be it.
I hate feeling pressured to write write and write some more. My stories and novel ideas are my babies and whether I finish them or not is entirely upon my head. It is only a tragedy to me, and its no one elses business.
Hmmmmmmmmm... I have issues.
Tuesday, December 12, 2006
I've been kicked by the pointed heel of Miss Snark.
Alas, due to the upcoming Crapometer she has deleted all her email, including mine with a question about publishing that I'm not going to repeat here in case it makes me look stupid, and has sent me a form email.
I feel gutted. So alone. So rejected.
A reply I received, but of all replies it had to be a form email. 166 other hopeful questioners got the same blow that I did. Perhaps we should all form a club and grieve together.
Hehehee. I love Miss Snark's blog.
I'm not devastated at not getting my question answered, really. Methinks I might enter into this crapometer thing. Could be a good thing. I like getting shot down in flames! Hehehe.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
My best friend from childhood (we not only went to the same schools we even went to the same kindergarten and have been neighbours all the while) moved to England in the same week as I did, but we did so totally independent of each other.
We catch up every now and again, and while she lives somewhere near Camden I'm way out in Kent. Its not too bad, its only 35-45 by train into London (and I do it every day to go to work), so I decided to ditch the hubby at home and go out with her last night.
She's single (-ish. Some bloke has been using her for years and she really likes him but as soon as he feels any commitment coming on he runs a mile. I haven't met him yet, but I'm looking forward to it. I feel like an older sister to my friend even though I'm only one month exactly older than her, so I'm going to make sure he knows I wont take any bullshit from him and wont stand for him to be mistreating her).
So her being single is a great way for me to feel like I'm out and about as a young single maiden. I never was one for traipsing around town on a man-hunt anyway though. I think its incredibly funny how blokes and lasses sniff each other out and attempt to impress each other. Its so wild and naturistic that I just feel stupid.
Needless to say I'm an incredible bitch to any poor haplass bastard who tries to snare me in his manly net. I used to feel all giggly and so pleased that someone would come up and talk to me as though I was some kind of princess, but now I'm not so innocent. I groan and roll my eyes when I see any kind of sparkle from a man's eye. Its frustrating to have to keep batting them away like flies. Its like having to wash the dishes. You know its got to be done and its dirty and messy work, but at the end you can put everything away and clap your hands at a job well done. I've gone through every kind of rejection response possible known to man but I've grown so bored with trying to be creative that I rarely even let blokes even start to walk towards me.
I like to pretend I'm adjusting my hair or scratching my face, using my left hand, making sure the diamonds on my wedding band and engagement ring shine so bright that no one can actually see me standing there. It seems to work, which is good. It takes barely any effort and I like things that take little effort.
Hehehe.. I'm such a bitch. Ah well, its gotta be done.
Anyway, my point of this post was actually to complain about the cost of drinks. Amy and I went to this little underground bar for her housemate's going away party which looked like a building from the Flintstones with its curvy walls and strange-shaped little nooks and crannies. We each had a drink - I had my usual Jack & Coke, while she had a Midori & Lemonade (Midori is huge in Australia. Its this green melon tasting spirit thats only 21% alcolohol. I think it tastes like sh*t personally, but it is nice and refreshing). I joked to her that the round would probably be about 10 pounds for the two drinks, and was absolutely flabbagasted when the barman asked for 11.50!!! WTF!??!?! I nearly spat the drink in his face.
Needless to say we didn't stay at the bar long, and left to find a tiny little pub with a much more honest atmosphere. I bought the same round for us and got change from 5 pounds. It makes me sick that the price varies so much. Its not like the atmosphere of the Flintstones-like bar was worth the extra cost at all.
I at least took with me a cute shaped little pack of matches from there. I always take souvenirs from places I go, coz its unlikely I'll ever go back, and I can tell ya know I wont be going back to the Detroit Bar.
Far too pricey for my cheap ass!
Friday, December 08, 2006
I shopped all day today. I had to take my Sketchers back to Bluewater today coz there was some kind of globule of glue or something right in the centre of the left foot inner sole. I was lucky and was able to replace them. I figured that my dumb luck would leave me shoeless, but today there seemed to be a light shining down upon me.
I also got another pair of suit trousers for my hubby. I dunno what he does with them, but he goes through suit trousers like they're tissues!
Then I drove to Bromley. (What a shithole!).
Got some great bargains at Primark. Cheap as chips and with all the quality of a first grader's art assignment. I'm pretty stoked. I've got loads of new clothes now.
I got home just before 5pm, but my feet weren't hurting quite so bad as yesterday coz I had on my new sketchers. I'm so cool!
Had to pick up the hubby from the station. He was drunk. Typical. When we got home he swore a bit, got undressed and passed out on the couch. Nothing new there then.
I watched Superman Returns again tonight. I'm not quite sure what I think about it, but I think I'll watch it again soon. I think its intriguing. I just love the style. Kate Bosworth is gorgeous and she makes me feel strong when weakness sets in and I feel like reaching for those fatty snacks.
Oh, I got a free book today!!
Thanks to Paperback Writer.
I feel so warm and fuzzy. She even signed it!! YAY! Hehehe.. I'm so pleased I cant stop smiling. She wrote inside it that I owe her a signed book now. Thats going to be my inspiration to keep on writing. I just cant stop smiling. I'm so chuffed. Paperback writer is one of the first blogs I stumbled across since discovering the Blogosphere. It took me a week to read it all, but I'm all caught up now and I tune in as often as possible. Pback Writer, if you're reading this - THANK YOU!
Thursday, December 07, 2006
After waiting til 11am for the mould specialist to come and look at the mould problem in my bedroom I zipped off to Bluewater before the traffic (and rain/wind) got too bad.
I returned three pairs of jeans that I bought M yesterday that didn't fit, and also returned a skirt that I wasn't quite sure I liked. I dont feel bad that I've returned it so I know it was the right decision. So, with money returned to me I bought the Superman boxset as well as the new Superman, My Super Ex-Girlfriend (I'm sensing a 'super' theme here), and a Christmas Carol... the George C Scott version. Super!
Then I walked around every single shoe shop possible looking for the ideal classy but casual not-too-high-heeled shoes to wear to work. No luck there though. I found four pairs that were divine, but each one had something wrong with them ie too tight over the top of my foot, heel too high, too narrow, and too big/small (Schuh dont do half sizes damnit!).
So, no shoes today. I did get some yesterday though, those black and white spats kinda shoes. They're absolutely gorgeous!!
I was shopping for four hours. I am absolutely buggered. My feet hurt and I'm so dehydrated and spaced out. Driving home from Bluewater was a nightmare. The wind and rain made the roads a whitewash! I was driving on the M25 going 40mph coz it was so difficult to see.
Of course, I had to do food shopping on my way home too, which just tipped me over the top.
Tomorrow, my second day off, I will be doing some much needed couch-work. Mmmmm.. I'm so looking forward to it. I might even sit back with my Fleeting Life manuscript and edit it.
But anyway, so now that I'm an old bitch I'm going by the name Kate.
To continue on with my Christmas card rant.. I received a card yesterday that I have no intention of returning in kind. The dickheads spelled my name as 'Katy'
I have never in my life ever seen this kind of spelling for 'Katie'. Who in their right mind would spell their name like that??
I can understand people f*cking up the spelling for 'Kathryn'. If people haven't replaced the 'K' with a 'C' then they've put 'erine' on the end. Although it still pisses me off, I can actually understand people misspelling it. Although, anyone who knows me would know NOT to ever spell a word wrong in my presence, much less my name.
'Kate' is pretty easy to get right, thank god (although I did know someone in school who insisted her name was 'Caitte'. Bloody stuck up bitch. How stupid eh!).
At my wedding the vicar dude used Kathryn, Katie and Kate throughout the ceremony, thereby confusing ALL of my friends and relatives even further. I mean, really, I'd known the vicar dude for 6 months and had been attending his Sunday rants and saying Hi to him all that time, so I was pretty peeved that he was too stupid to follow my directions and use my full name - Kathryn.
So anyway, I've filed away that Christmas card with the incorrect spelling and will never write back to them (they're from Martin's side of the family anyway), although if I do I just may forget how to spell Sarah. I think 'Cerrar' would be a lovely adaptation to the spelling, methinks.
A friend of mine pointed out using e-cards instead of wasting paper with real cards. At first I thought, 'yeah, good idea'. But then again, we get enough junk mail in our inboxes as it is, we dont need another singing, dancing, fit-inducing, annoying little note emailed to us. I think I'll pass. Then again, there is the choice of just pressing that beautiful button 'delete' at any point.
I hope to god I dont get any e-cards. My computer is slow enough! I'm quite happy to receive normal Christmas cards though, if people want to bother (and I like getting mail), but the chances of me responding in kind is so close to zero that if I asked everyone who gives me a card this year to hold their breath then I'd have absolutely no one left in my 'friends & family' circle. Hmm.. could be a nice way to extricate myself out of the lives of those annoying and hideous 'latcheronerers' (I know that isn't a word, but I dont care. Some moron made up the word 'onomatopoeia' at some point in history so I'm going to make up words whenever I feel like it. Geez I'm getting quite bitter aren't I. And I'm not even 30!)
In closing - my name is KATE!
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
I thought I'd start a new book - a fantasy novel. But now I'm not sure. It would take loads of research (which I've already started) and lots of planning. But it would be totally fulfilling.
Martin made a comment the other day saying that I never finish anything. Its true, actually. I love to start new things, but never really finish anything. He wants me to continue on my Nano novel and get it done so that it can be sent out to prospective agents/publishers.
Grr.. its just that I want to move on. I know I should keep at the Nano novel and edit it etc. I'm so annoyed that I'm like this. I've got to stop it.
I think I've decided. I'm going to put the new fantasy novel on hold until after Christmas, and continue on with the Nano novel. Hopefully by Christmas I can have it all set and ready to send out by Christmas.
Yep. Thats a good plan.
Martin's Aunts have sent Martin's parents their birthday cards already. Now, his Dad's birthday is next week, and his Mum's is early January. So, they've sent the cards early, but not too early. Probably just about right, I would say.
They have also sent them their birthday cards for NEXT year as well!! WTF????
I think its wise to send birthday cards up to two weeks early, but up to a year early?? No way man! What kind of lazy dumb-ass moron would do such a thing?!?! If they're going to send birthday cards one year in advance, why not just stockpile them and send ten years worth in one go. Then hopefully if the person drops dead before the ten years runs out then you'll never have to send a card again. Bingo bango!
I mean, I thought my Mother-In-Law was a bit odd - giving us FIFTEEN separate wedding cards (all from her!), and at least FIVE birthday cards each. But at least she gave them around the time of the occasion and not months early.
I rarely give out cards. If I do, I usually hand make them and only give out ONE per person. I dont see the point in sending out umteen million each. It kind of ruins the specialty of it.
Now that I'm being bombarded by cards all the time, and hassled to send cards I think I'm going to bow out of the whole thing altogether.
I mean, Martin's Aunts complained that we didn't thank them specifically for the gift they gave us at the wedding. Well, sorry, but I thought a card saying 'Thank You' tends to cover it all. So I had to send them another one (and I had to try really hard to hide the sarcasm!!).
I've had enough. We've already spent £20 pounds on stupid Christmas cards this year. We had to get Martin's parents an ultra-huge card coz anything smaller than the size of a house would be an insult. I'd be surprised if she didn't complain that we were sending only one.
Its all madness and this whole Christmas thing is totally f*cked. There's nothing special in it anymore. When people turn up their nose at a hand made card (which took ages to make and had lots of thought put into it) then its clear that things have gotten out of hand and everything has turned commercial.
Its all 'gimme gimme gimme'.
I hate it.
Everyone keeps asking me what I want them to buy me for Christmas. 'A world without Christmas' is what I answer, but no one sees the joke in it. No one realises that the whole 'have to buy people stuff' has turned into a free-for-all spending frenzy that has lost the real meaning behind it.
So, if anyone turns their nose up at the little gifts and thoughful things I give out this Christmas (selectively and sparingly) then I'm totally opting out next year. After this year I'm definitely stopping the 'cards' thing, and I dont give a sh*t who gets insulted.
Christmas was not invented as an excuse to get as much useless stuff out of people as possible.
Its about eating turkey and sprouts and farting all night long - now thats what I'm looking forward to! Hehehe.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
I'm watching an old Star Trek movie at the moment. Well, not really watching it. The tv is on - I didn't turn it on, and I'm sitting in the same room as the tv. One can never help but to watch a tv that is on. I wonder if my tv would disappear from existence if I stopped watching it. Perhaps the fact that I am actually watching it is all that is keeping it 'alive' so to speak. I guess its like the tree in the forest thing - If a tree is cut down and there is no one to hear it does it actually make a sound?
I dont know, and I'm not going to find out. I like my tv. I like all tv's, and I fully admit to being a couch potato. I have found, though, that lately I'm becoming more of a computer potato. Mmm... potatoes, I might make some chips for lunch.
Anyway, I'm straying from my point. Not that I had a point in the first place.
I've just drafted two letters to send to my bank regarding two of my accounts. The bank charges on them amount to well over 1000 pounds and it makes me sick. I'm going to demand that they pay it back or I'll take them to court. Fingers crossed, I hope it works. I've got two second drafted letters ready to send if the first 'polite' letters dont work. The second letters are a bit more 'firm' and I'm hoping that some weak-minded nitwit of a bank manager wil read them and quake in their boots. Knowing my luck I'll get charged or fined for wasting the bank's time or something stupid like that.
Ooooo.. William Shatner is going to get attacked by some bad looking walking amphibian. Lucky he's on a planet with loads of Sulpher, Potassium Nitrate, and diamonds. I'm sure he'll come up with something incredibly ingenious and thwart the evil lizard. Hehehe. All his shipmates are watching him on a big screen with looks of horror on their faces (except for Spock.. he just looks like Spock).
At this point I should admit I am a sci-fi fan. Although not overly familiar with Star Trek, I do enjoy it, especially the bad (and I mean 'Doctor Who bad') villains that look like slow, dopey actors dressed up in costumes that are somewhat difficult to move in. Speaking of Doctor Who, I'm so pissed off they dropped Billie Piper. I thought she and David Tennant worked well together. Although I thought Christopher Eccleston was great too, until David Tennant filled his shoes. He's gotta be just one of the best Doctors ever!!
I'm such a geek.
I play chess too. I was in the chess club at school... and yes at one point I had no friends at all. (*sniff* kids can be so cruel sometimes!).
Pah... tis all past! I have embraced my geekiness now and I love it! I'm going to put all my geekiness together and create some pretty fantastic fantasy novels. But first I have to clean up my computer.
And change the tv channel. Shatner has thwarted the evil lizard with an ingenious plan using the planets natural resources, so I think its time to move on and watch a movie or something.
Hopefully later today I'll be able to put together all the links I've collected over the past few months into a huge bumper list. That'd be pretty handy to have them all together in one place. Especially when researching my book etc.
Yep. Good. Plan sorted.
Over and out.