Achingly beautiful day. Warm, breezy; the Earth herself is in a chipper mood, smiling brightly.
A day so beautiful I couldn’t quite bear to stay at work all day. So, after truthfully completing all the work assigned to me, I cut out a little early and headed over to the local landfill to get a load of mulch. This is to stave off the lady who couldn’t remember what mulch is called. I got there at 4:30, just as the gates were closing. Drove home in a funk, hopped online, and discovered the landfill closes at 4:00 p.m. every day. Well, that’s sure convenient to nobody.
But on a day like today, I couldn’t feel bad for long. After nuking a
So, as a bit of a reward, I sat back and watched my new DVD of The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai Across the Eighth Dimension. I’d forgotten how much I loved this film, and I still do. It holds up. A great adventure with an immense sense of fun.
It’s sad, really, how little of our
Sorry for that aside; the movie has made me fill that giddy. I want to shout to the world, “Life can be such FUN!” But the goths are buried too deep in their angst, the Gen X’ers too deep in their mortgages, and the boomers too deep in their need to die with the most toys.
Oh: New bit of the VR story. Not particularly exciting, I know, but that’s all I’ve had in me for that story. I’m building up to the end, but I’ve taken a vacation that’s killed my desire to write. Ah well; I’ll get back to it. And I will; I took a vacation because I didn’t have the time to finish all my projects. Now I’m clearing the decks, so I’ll have time to write without that time eating into other chores and responsibilities.