What Are You Doing?

Having a bit of a chuckle.

 

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Collating crits received to date and furthering the next chapters. Still no crits from here tho.....

 

Drawing another self portrait. Not because of my vanity but because I'm trying to draw better portraits and I feel silly/rude drawing other people

 

Use pictures of strangers from an image search?
IDK, just an idea.

 

Listening to tunes and wondering how I can get a creepy
guy to get pissed off enough to actually hit Marckus.
Cause a bit of bloody spittal on his shirt isn't enough
of a drive to throw a punch at him. Also not sure what
kind of insult would drive a guy like that to actually
do it either. Cause it isn't like Marckus can do much
more than mouth off, since he is kinda bound up,
and being whipped with a cable.
Problem is Marckus doesn't really have anything
that can strike a nerve with the guy, well unless
it was by sheer accident. But with General Flurren
he hit a nerve with her pretty easy, cause her father
and her don't get along, and he kinda switched sides.
But for Mr. Twig, I just don't know how to have Marckus
push his buttons. He can make him kinda mad, but not
enough to being manipulated by him. Though to be
fair Mr. Twig did take pride in wrenching out some of
Marckus' molars, stripping the flesh from his finger
tips, and some other horrible and painful stuff.
Though that might be part of the problem, the guy
is just disciplined enough not to get overly pissed off
enough to give Marckus what he wants. Though Marckus
did call him spineless, and joked to General Flurren that
Mr. Twig couldn't kick his own ass.
(No Mr. Twig is not his real name, it is something that
Markus calls him, and that in it'self is kinda an insult).

 

Sinking slowly into a tryptophan/carb/alcohol coma...

 

Maya is exploring a 3D avatar world of second life in hopes of creating better worlds. So far she met a dude in an alien costume (score) he just happened to be in the 80's dance lounge, and then a french man who wanted to dance and whisked me away to his stellar nursery so we could "dance". I think he wanted to perv my avatar... lol.

 

Cooking dinner and looking at flights.

 

Going through Hollywood Report tube videos trying to learn something new.

Just now this...

 

Drinking a mug of tea and getting ready to have a look at some rewrites I did yesterday.

 

No, it is the new Swan 18. @carly's on the gin palace, as befitting, obviously.

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7 years from today I pledge the purchase of my Wayfarer, and I shall come, visit the Canaries, visit you all on my adventure.

 

If you can negotiate the Saint Lawrence Seaway, stop by for bourbon and pancakes.

 

Any more boyfriends? Come on...

 

Bloody mother sold his Westerley for about five quid when he died. All kinds of maggots arrived at the house. One guy purchased his whole collection of [Nat Geog?] Seafarer volumes, about fifty of them, he saw an opportunity that shit, bloody vicars. No, it wasn't him.

Tho I wouldn't mind a Wayfarer. I got a lot of pleasure from this:
https://www.bloomsbury.com/uk/ocean-crossing-wayfarer-9781472901385/

That's my main inheritance, the remaining sea & navigation volumes, plus C+C programming pamphlets.

 

Wondering what I will do with my newly acquired weekly wealth of 2.50 for a phone line that I don't actually have. I am automatically entitled to it given my situation, but it does seem a tad odd that they don't even check whether you have a landline to begin with. Maybe I am overthinking this?

 

Save it, they'll be back for it later, much later, if you spend it.

 

I'm entitled to it because I get the Living Alone Increase and Fuel Allowance, so it seems to be based on that. But the original idea behind the concept was to help people who had a phone line installed for emergencies, like vulnerable people falling over in their home, and such like. I know I sometimes purposely stumble around in the dark, but I don't think that is sufficient reason to receive it.
Maybe I should contact them and tell them not to pay me it, as I don't have mobility issues, I'm not elderly or physically vulnerable and I don't have a landline anyway. Probably would make history by being the first person ever to refuse a welfare payment.

 

Maybe, but I'm sticking with my original advice. You wouldn't be the first person the government decided it had accidentally overpaid to end up getting screwed over.

 

Get a junk phone, stick a wire in the wall. "Gee it worked last time I used it... can't remember when that was... "

 

Planning to see out the old year cleaning out my basement workshop. It's such a Chinese puzzle of mess and confusion, I hardly know where to start. But I have to, because there's so much I can't get done because I can't get to my workbench and tools.

 

Working on staying positive, while the weather outside is nasty
and depressing. So far dark humor seems to be hitting my
funny bone in the right spot for some reason.