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I didn't open it, of course, but the subject line was "Guaranteed to create permanent growth on your erection." Yes, "on". So, are they selling genital warts?
I didn't open it, of course, but the subject line was "Guaranteed to create permanent growth on your erection." Yes, "on". So, are they selling genital warts?
There are various ideas floating around my head, but none of them want to settle down into anything useful, so what you're getting is a very physical entry.
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cattitude and porcinea at Rue des Crepes. Porcinea hadn't been there before, and wanted to try a bunch of things, so Cattitude and I had a larger and more self-indulgent meal than we otherwise would have. I had the asparagus-and-smoked salmon crepe, which is a bit of a splurge (but not much more so than having other lunches there), and two nice cups of tea, and then we shared a pot of very nice frites (thin, fried hot enough, with the skin on) and two dessert crepes. The "sidewalk" is very basic, sweet and lemon and very tasty; the brie-and-red-grape is substantial enough that I can see having it as lunch. We talked food, and politics, and travel. I got very silly and cheerful on good food, good company, and maybe the tea (I was talked out of a third cup).
Cattitude and I then walked down to Bleecker Street to get coffee at Porto Rico. They're having a sale on all tea (and tea-related products, which I think means teapots, tea balls, and such), 20 percent off this month, so I got two boxes of my default Twinings Ceylon Breakfast.
Having spent more than we had planned on lunch, we then walked up to Varsano's, and spent another $11 on fancy chocolates. Then I went home via the bakery on 181st Street, so we have rye bread, and Cattitude went up to the Bronx and got scallops and other appealing groceries.
It was a good workout, but now my arms are sore, I think because I'm not used to the lateral raise.
( gym details )
Then I took the train downtown and met
cattitude and porcinea at Rue des Crepes. Porcinea hadn't been there before, and wanted to try a bunch of things, so Cattitude and I had a larger and more self-indulgent meal than we otherwise would have. I had the asparagus-and-smoked salmon crepe, which is a bit of a splurge (but not much more so than having other lunches there), and two nice cups of tea, and then we shared a pot of very nice frites (thin, fried hot enough, with the skin on) and two dessert crepes. The "sidewalk" is very basic, sweet and lemon and very tasty; the brie-and-red-grape is substantial enough that I can see having it as lunch. We talked food, and politics, and travel. I got very silly and cheerful on good food, good company, and maybe the tea (I was talked out of a third cup).Cattitude and I then walked down to Bleecker Street to get coffee at Porto Rico. They're having a sale on all tea (and tea-related products, which I think means teapots, tea balls, and such), 20 percent off this month, so I got two boxes of my default Twinings Ceylon Breakfast.
Having spent more than we had planned on lunch, we then walked up to Varsano's, and spent another $11 on fancy chocolates. Then I went home via the bakery on 181st Street, so we have rye bread, and Cattitude went up to the Bronx and got scallops and other appealing groceries.
It was a good workout, but now my arms are sore, I think because I'm not used to the lateral raise.
There are various ideas floating around my head, but none of them want to settle down into anything useful, so what you're getting is a very physical entry.
( gym details )
Then I took the train downtown and metcattitude and porcinea at Rue des Crepes. Porcinea hadn't been there before, and wanted to try a bunch of things, so Cattitude and I had a larger and more self-indulgent meal than we otherwise would have. I had the asparagus-and-smoked salmon crepe, which is a bit of a splurge (but not much more so than having other lunches there), and two nice cups of tea, and then we shared a pot of very nice frites (thin, fried hot enough, with the skin on) and two dessert crepes. The "sidewalk" is very basic, sweet and lemon and very tasty; the brie-and-red-grape is substantial enough that I can see having it as lunch. We talked food, and politics, and travel. I got very silly and cheerful on good food, good company, and maybe the tea (I was talked out of a third cup).
Cattitude and I then walked down to Bleecker Street to get coffee at Porto Rico. They're having a sale on all tea (and tea-related products, which I think means teapots, tea balls, and such), 20 percent off this month, so I got two boxes of my default Twinings Ceylon Breakfast.
Having spent more than we had planned on lunch, we then walked up to Varsano's, and spent another $11 on fancy chocolates. Then I went home via the bakery on 181st Street, so we have rye bread, and Cattitude went up to the Bronx and got scallops and other appealing groceries.
It was a good workout, but now my arms are sore, I think because I'm not used to the lateral raise.
( gym details )
Then I took the train downtown and met
cattitude and porcinea at Rue des Crepes. Porcinea hadn't been there before, and wanted to try a bunch of things, so Cattitude and I had a larger and more self-indulgent meal than we otherwise would have. I had the asparagus-and-smoked salmon crepe, which is a bit of a splurge (but not much more so than having other lunches there), and two nice cups of tea, and then we shared a pot of very nice frites (thin, fried hot enough, with the skin on) and two dessert crepes. The "sidewalk" is very basic, sweet and lemon and very tasty; the brie-and-red-grape is substantial enough that I can see having it as lunch. We talked food, and politics, and travel. I got very silly and cheerful on good food, good company, and maybe the tea (I was talked out of a third cup).Cattitude and I then walked down to Bleecker Street to get coffee at Porto Rico. They're having a sale on all tea (and tea-related products, which I think means teapots, tea balls, and such), 20 percent off this month, so I got two boxes of my default Twinings Ceylon Breakfast.
Having spent more than we had planned on lunch, we then walked up to Varsano's, and spent another $11 on fancy chocolates. Then I went home via the bakery on 181st Street, so we have rye bread, and Cattitude went up to the Bronx and got scallops and other appealing groceries.
It was a good workout, but now my arms are sore, I think because I'm not used to the lateral raise.
I suspect part of my problem is that I'm not sure how to get my characters--most of whom I do like--to a place that I'd want to be, or that I think they would want to be. (Okay, romance and NRE can do a lot for anyone's opinion of the world, so my main characters could wind up content despite it all.) This idea was sparked by pameladean mentioning that when they created Liavek, it had to be a place they would want to live.
My characters are sitting in New York City in October 2001. Depending on how the plot turns, they're likely to be doing something of an alternate universe, but it's departing from a recent here and now. And I'm sitting in New York City in March 2003, and not sure how to rewind the film and set them on a different turning. In one sense, okay, it's an alien contact novel, and that would have to change things--but in what ways and how? Shall I try wish-fulfillment and have the aliens kidnap Bush and Cheney and implant chips in them that make them nicer people, or something? And what would happen if those guys did have major changes of heart--whether genuine crisis of conscience, or effects of a stroke, or such?
Maybe I should set this aside and set something well in the past, or far enough in the future that I don't have to worry that the headlines will make it obsolete in annoying ways before I finish the first draft.
I feel like rambling about Neanderthals, who lived in our homes before us but don't seem to have been our ancestors. But that's laboring under the multi-ton shadow of all of Jean Auel's bestsellers. Oh, well, if I can write a romantic plot between intelligent adults after Pride and Prejudice, Auel shouldn't be a problem.
pameladean mentioning that when they created Liavek, it had to be a place they would want to live.My characters are sitting in New York City in October 2001. Depending on how the plot turns, they're likely to be doing something of an alternate universe, but it's departing from a recent here and now. And I'm sitting in New York City in March 2003, and not sure how to rewind the film and set them on a different turning. In one sense, okay, it's an alien contact novel, and that would have to change things--but in what ways and how? Shall I try wish-fulfillment and have the aliens kidnap Bush and Cheney and implant chips in them that make them nicer people, or something? And what would happen if those guys did have major changes of heart--whether genuine crisis of conscience, or effects of a stroke, or such?
Maybe I should set this aside and set something well in the past, or far enough in the future that I don't have to worry that the headlines will make it obsolete in annoying ways before I finish the first draft.
I feel like rambling about Neanderthals, who lived in our homes before us but don't seem to have been our ancestors. But that's laboring under the multi-ton shadow of all of Jean Auel's bestsellers. Oh, well, if I can write a romantic plot between intelligent adults after Pride and Prejudice, Auel shouldn't be a problem.
I suspect part of my problem is that I'm not sure how to get my characters--most of whom I do like--to a place that I'd want to be, or that I think they would want to be. (Okay, romance and NRE can do a lot for anyone's opinion of the world, so my main characters could wind up content despite it all.) This idea was sparked by pameladean mentioning that when they created Liavek, it had to be a place they would want to live.
My characters are sitting in New York City in October 2001. Depending on how the plot turns, they're likely to be doing something of an alternate universe, but it's departing from a recent here and now. And I'm sitting in New York City in March 2003, and not sure how to rewind the film and set them on a different turning. In one sense, okay, it's an alien contact novel, and that would have to change things--but in what ways and how? Shall I try wish-fulfillment and have the aliens kidnap Bush and Cheney and implant chips in them that make them nicer people, or something? And what would happen if those guys did have major changes of heart--whether genuine crisis of conscience, or effects of a stroke, or such?
Maybe I should set this aside and set something well in the past, or far enough in the future that I don't have to worry that the headlines will make it obsolete in annoying ways before I finish the first draft.
I feel like rambling about Neanderthals, who lived in our homes before us but don't seem to have been our ancestors. But that's laboring under the multi-ton shadow of all of Jean Auel's bestsellers. Oh, well, if I can write a romantic plot between intelligent adults after Pride and Prejudice, Auel shouldn't be a problem.
pameladean mentioning that when they created Liavek, it had to be a place they would want to live.My characters are sitting in New York City in October 2001. Depending on how the plot turns, they're likely to be doing something of an alternate universe, but it's departing from a recent here and now. And I'm sitting in New York City in March 2003, and not sure how to rewind the film and set them on a different turning. In one sense, okay, it's an alien contact novel, and that would have to change things--but in what ways and how? Shall I try wish-fulfillment and have the aliens kidnap Bush and Cheney and implant chips in them that make them nicer people, or something? And what would happen if those guys did have major changes of heart--whether genuine crisis of conscience, or effects of a stroke, or such?
Maybe I should set this aside and set something well in the past, or far enough in the future that I don't have to worry that the headlines will make it obsolete in annoying ways before I finish the first draft.
I feel like rambling about Neanderthals, who lived in our homes before us but don't seem to have been our ancestors. But that's laboring under the multi-ton shadow of all of Jean Auel's bestsellers. Oh, well, if I can write a romantic plot between intelligent adults after Pride and Prejudice, Auel shouldn't be a problem.
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