Ordinary Day

technoshaman offered to bring me a bit of something to raise in a glass this next Jam, so I told him what sorts of drink I like. Since he and cflute are also bringing the pie, this raises this extremely vital point to ponder:

What kind of pie goes with port?

Submit your opinions in the comments!

My giggle of the morning: auntmonkey, upon entering the date for the next MurkJam into her Outlook calendar, discovered to her disappointment that Outlook does not recognize 'Pie' as a legitimate time of day. I'm with her. Many things about Microsoft, I feel, would be helped by more frequent application of pie.

Meanwhile, last night spazzkat, solarbird, and I watched the Romero classic Dawn of the Dead, which was chock full of shambling, moaning zombie goodness, not to mention amusing snide commentary about American consumerism. I was particularly amused by the mall zombies pressing their faces against shop windows, and by the strangely perky soundtrack. Also, Romero gets points for the sole female in the main cast, a blonde pregnant chick, not only not being a screaming useless twit but even announcing her intention to learn necessary survival skills such as shooting and FLYING THE HELICOPTER and bitching at the men about leaving her alone in their hideout without a weapon of her own.

(I suppose it says something about the way my brain works that I am now taking the juxtaposition of zombies and the userpic for this post and imagining a Zombie Weebl and Bob version of the icon. 'Want brains now! Lo Bob! You have brains? Yes! Me like brains! Yes! Brains good! Mmmmm! Brains brains brains brains brains...'

It must also be added that I am not the first to juxtapose zombies and pie, as the aforementioned Mr. Romero did in fact have bikers on the loose through the mall in the aforementioned movie, hitting zombies in the face with pie. Personally? I think this was a waste of perfectly good pie.

But I digress.)

And to bring the werewolves in the subject line into this, I am getting in some beta reader practice by putting on my Editing Hat and commencing a run through the first draft of lyonesse's novel The Changing Moon. I'm hoping to get through it by next weekend, before I scamper off to Norwescon. Fortunately I was able to plunk the novel onto my handheld, so I can work my way through it on the bus to and from work, which leaves me time to work on my own books when I get home in the evenings. Also? I am proud as all hell of Vicka, who poured four years of her heart and soul into this work and has finally finished it. GO VICKA!

Wednesday evening miles: 1.85
Thursday miles: 3.45
Friday morning miles: 1.6
Miles out of Hobbiton: 864
Miles out of Rivendell: 406
Miles to Lothlórien: 58