You’ve been beaten, Chicago deep dish (and New Yorkers, shut the fuck up, your flat, sad pizza is like most things big city – monstrously overhyped).
Thank you, Da Michele. Pizza Tedesca. Fucking brilliant.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 1470 words, short story: Never Worked That Hard
Read: The Last Day Of A Condemned Man, Victor Hugo
Comics: Fables: The Wolf Among Us 48, Everafter: From The Pages Of Fables 1-3
Music: 4 Nights At The Palais Royale, Discs 1-2, SloanI don’t know how this day got so far away from me.
Editing, I suppose.
Editing is always time consuming. Yet here we are, with time to candy some pecans.
So, it ain’t all bad.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 1613 words, comic: The Stuff 5
Read: The Broom Of The System, David Foster Wallace
Comics: Fairest 30-32, Fables 146
Music: 2006 - BBC Radio 1, The StrokesWeirdly, I ate super light yesterday, but did have a customary glass of red wine, as one does, on Sundays.
We drink red wine on Sundays, or so my father-in-law tells me.
He’s also a man who feeds his other daughter ice cream and Coke for dinner on a regular basis, so he’s not exactly the sommelier we look for.
But still, for some reason we do it (and I do love a good red), but it seems to have triggered a relapse from the night before’s horrid gastrointestinal adventures, and now, I sit, having lost another couple of hours of wondrous sleep.
Plus some weird fuckin’ dreams.
Weird fuckin’ dreams, man.
I liked the ones I had before the acid set in; The Last Showgirl apparently wormed its way into my subconscious in the forms of Song and Ship.
Sorry, honey. It was involuntary. I can’t be held responsible for what my unconscious mind dredges up.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 3315 words, comic: The Stuff 4
Read: Full Catastrophe Living, Jon Kabat-Zinn (we're livin' the full catastrophe, all right)
Comics: Fables 135-137, Fairest 21
Music: 20 Years Of Hell, Vol IV, Anti-Flag/One If By LandToday, we feast.
Not for Christmas or whatever, but just because.
Tuscan chicken in a sun-dried tomato cream sauce, garlic spinach, arugula with a high quality balsamic vinaigrette, Italian vegetable soup and marinated mozzarella cubes.
I do like to cook. Would that I had the time and money to do it right, on the regular.
Fucking cost of living bullshit.
Fucking time of living bullshit.
Why can’t we all just be dead, happy and full?
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1220 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Zombie Survival Guide, Max Brooks
Comics: Fables 67-68, Jack Of Fables 17-18
Music: 12 Angry Months, Local H (great album)Quite a weekend. Chili, the most basic kind (well, one step above, a return to roots, sort of, though neither of those recipes are my mother’s, which is the base for all my major chilis).
Breadsticks.
Green bean casserole.
Weird combo, but hey, gotta eat something, am I right?
Target: 1400 words
Written: 456 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Complete Poetical Works, Edgar Allan Poe
Comics: Fables 28-31
Music: The Big Bang, The Best Of The MC5, MC5Sung in the key of Keith Morris.
That’s where I’m at. I kill myself, all day, starting at 4:50AM (yes, IN THE GODDAMN MORNING), bust ass getting ready, taking care of dogs and cats, work my ass off for 8 hours, come home, walk dogs, make dinner, and by the time I’m all done, it’s 6:30, 7 o’clock at night.
Fourteen straight hours of hard go, every day, and what do I get for it? Slippery tongs that send the roast I made halfway across the fucking kitchen to land in a pile of dog fur.
Grilled cheese sandwiches it fucking is.
Fuck today, all the way off.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 1357 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel
Comics: Fables 13-15, Fables: The Last Castle 1
Music: Working On A Dream, Bruce Springsteen (more like nightmare, today)That’s actually a cool idea, kids getting to go store to store and stores get good PR and publicity and karma (and maybe sales) by doing it. I wonder why we don’t do that here? It was a real hit in Belleville.
Plus, they had Burger Revolution, which somehow equated Che Guevara with dead cow.
I’m torn on Guevara. I know he’s an icon for t-shirts and all, but he wasn’t exactly a great guy. I mean, he was Castro’s right hand man, and Castro was a piece of shit. Death squads by both and the whole bit.
Sort of a nice in theory, terrible in execution icon, like communism itself or vegans.
Anyway, fun day. Good burger. I love me some caramelized onions.
Target: 1400 words
Written: 697 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: The Faded Sun: Kesrith, C.J. Cherryh
Comics: Brigade v2 25, Violator Vs. Badrock 3, Bloodstrike Assassin 2, Chapel v2 1
Music: Who's Last, The WhoThat’s been my day so far. A series of time consuming, but small tasks, interspersed with a desire to do something creative… and not really having the time for it.
Stuffed mushroom caps, red pepper soup shooters, apple and brie stuffed chicken… beer tastings.
All for no reason.
Sometimes, like if cute.
Target: 1100 words
Written: 121 words, novel: Bad Neighbours
Read: Kitchen Confidential, Anthony Bourdain
Comics: Cyblade & Shi 2, Ballistic 2, Cyber Force & Codename Strykeforce - Opposing Forces 2, Ripclaw Special 1
Music: Insomniac, Green DayIt’s funny how such simple things can bring such joy. Chocolate and water. A splash of vanilla and a blender.
One night in the refrigerator.
Endless toppings, endless satisfaction.
Yet, easy enough for a child.
And yet, so fucking bad (it did not turn out great).
Target: 900 words
Written: 1584 words, novella: The Mungk
Read: Queen Of Sorcery, The Mungk
Comics: Once And Future 5-7, Die 11
Music: Natural Born Killers, Nine Inch Nails