Another interminable stretch of time in this tropic hell …

[aadler]

 
gen_remix has made its assignments, and I have two months to remix a story by my allocated author. I’ll try not to wait as long this time to get seriously into the project; even 300 words a day, day after day, would get me through a 9,000-word story in a month, and I doubt I’ll do anything near that long. Probably 5,000 words would be enough to tell a decent story without going overboard.

I believe I’ve identified which story was my daughter’s submission to remix_redux; I e-mailed my guess to her (as she did with me, she outed me within a day), and I’m waiting for her response. I’m pretty sure I guessed right, but her growth as a writer was almost enough to throw me off, that and the fact that she stayed within the outlines of someone else’s story. I’ve always — I think — had more inborn talent than she does, but she’s developing her abilities a lot more quickly than I did at that age.

Recent word from my insurance company: no, standard liability doesn’t cover hit-and-run damage. Based on the last repair bill (from when my son — as a new driver — had brief possession of my vehicle), it’ll likely cost me a little over a month’s pay to set things right. This is not happiness you see.

Almost to another weekend. How can I keep up this pace? — 8 to 4, five days a week, with air conditioning and outdoor theaters and basic cable in my room, and only two open bars (that I’ve found so far) in walking distance of my lodgings? I uploaded a new userpic to reflect the hardships I’m facing, and I may make it my default until I finish this horrendously taxing tour of duty.

Word of wisdom for the day: You don’t have to vote Republican, as long as you vote against the Democrats. (Bunch of brie-eating surrender monkeys.)

Comments

[agilebrit.livejournal.com]

*ponders sending you some Club Gitmo gear*

[aadler]

Oh, yes, care packages are desperately needed. Top of the wish list: suntan lotion, swizzle sticks, and margarita salt.

[texanfan.livejournal.com]

I look forward to reading your remix story.

The car has to be frustrating, but if I allowed myself to get as mad as I could at idiots who don't take responsibility for their own actions my blood pressure would be dangerously high. There are just too many of them. I wish I could tell you this will be your last encounter with them, but I'd be lying.

Meanwhile, your current post sounds like a good recharge zone. :)

[aadler]

I, too, look forward to finding out who’s who, matching names with stories.

Regarding the car, you put your finger on it. If I had to pay exactly the same money to repair lightning damage, it would be an annoyance, but we all know that things happen. It’s the fact that someone did this (through stupidity and incompetence, if not outright drunkenness) and then bugged out (through cowardice and absence of any vague concept of integrity) that makes it a personal outrage.

I wasn’t as mad when people tried to kill me in Iraq and Afghanistan. But then, they did less damage to me than did one moron in the American Midwest.