Sunday of the three day holiday weekend, with an enormous pile of work to get done today. I didn't get as much done yesterday as I had hoped because--well, let's be honest, distractions and lazy. I am also in the process of learning how my car's gadgets and so forth operate--I didn't realize until yesterday that I also have, for example, a rear camera that turns the stereo screen into a television, so I can see how much room I have to back up and so forth. It startled me when I happened to glance at it yesterday at the Rouse's parking lot, but will come in handy for parallel parking. I also love that all I have to do is plug the iPod into the car and it plays beautifully through the stereo, and this bluetooth phone capability thing is life changing.
So, yes, Constant Reader, I am loving my new car. I probably won't love it quite so much when it's time to make the first payment, or renew the insurance (I paid it in full) the first time, but for now, it's kind of cool. I haven't named it--someone asked me if I was going to--but for now it's name is NEW CAR!!!!
And I find that I don't mind driving at all any more--although I do find myself getting a lot angrier at terrible drivers on the road now.
Last night we watched a really fun movie called Keanu, which is a Key and Peele movie, and it's quite funny; it's about the world's cutest kitten, and how it becomes the subject of a gang war, and Our Heroes also have to get the kitten away from the gangs. We also started watching a Canadian series on Netflix called Slasher, which seems to be a cross between the Halloween, Scream, and The Silence of the Lambs movies, but it definitely held out interest despite it's being so derivative (and let's face it, it's kind of hard to do this kind of show and NOT be derivative). We will definitely keep watching, as we've both lost interest in Ray Donovan during its second season.
I still haven't finished reading my Ellison short story, "Grail,"--I know, I know, bad Gregalicious, bad Gregalicious--but hopefully I'll get to that today. It's quite good, as all Ellison stories are--you really can't go wrong with reading Harlan Ellison's anything, really--but by the time I finished working yesterday and cleaning and after running the errands and all, I was tired and simply wanted to watch television. I hate that about myself--I should be able to read and engage my mind, but NO--but it happens every once in a while.
I still need to finish reading the Pelecanos. I'd hoped to be finished with the book before this weekend, and had fully intended to spend THIS weekend relaxing and cleaning and reading. Heavy heaving sigh. And I only have one more weekend before the trip to visit my parents....although I should be able to get a lot of reading done during that trip.
Heavy heaving sigh.
And I really want to get back to that short story I started, "Quiet Desperation." I also have figured out how to rework several other short stories I've struggled with--"The Ditch", "The Weight of a Feather", and "Death and the Handmaidens." This always happens when I am trying to finish something--I get all these other great ideas about new projects and how to fix others. It's annoying, because I would almost always rather work on that than what I am working on. I hate that my mind does this to me, without fail, every single time.
Heavy heaving sigh.
All right, I need to get to the spice mines. That spice ain't going to mine itself.
Here's today's hunk: