...but, as you can see, we're already preparing for it. Well, kind of. Mostly.
On occasion.
Maybe not today, not as much as we should have, but we've been putting in the hours. Today, we spent our morning, strolling about as we plotted Chapter Three of Ashes & Ink. We're fairly pleased with how things came out. Plot points are lining up, some new characters are arriving, and we don't really know where things are going but we're happy with the story at this very moment. The finished product remains a mystery, of course, and we'll inevitably forget some of the minor details that we discussed during our long hike -- and we're about to tell you why.
Because...because...
Well, because, when we got home and one of us sat down to write the chapter notes, she remembered that the computer we use happens to hold her favorite kind of electronic crack. Spider Solitaire. Intending to spend a few minutes playing cards, she lost over an hour to the exercise (won a few games, dropped a few games. It all shakes out in the wash). She couldn't help herself. There are just some days when she wants to play hookey.
So the other one of us took over. But, of course, it was his turn to write today's blog as well, so he turned his attention to that, instead. Before he could write the piece, he (naturally) needed a photo for the blog spot's upper left-hand corner so he went in search of this week's picture. In the course of that adventure, he found the free Futurama HEAD-IN-A-JAR Creator app on Google Play. Which somehow consumed over an hour of his life as he gleefully tinkered with the toy to create the image you see above.
But then he came to a little stumbling block. He wanted both of the images to show as one on the blog but the app doesn't provide such an option and he lacks the skills to do it himself. Since he hadn't actually written anything today, you might think he'd be hesitant to approach the Spider Solitaire addict but, no, not really. Using her graphics skills, she melded everything into one image and, zing!, both of us decided to play hooky for the rest of the day.
Instead, we're going to watch Blast Vegas on the DVR. Because, if the future holds a giant sand snake fulfilling an ancient Egyptian curse, we want to be prepared.
No quote o' the day. While looking for a blog photo, Harrell found several websites devoted to viola jokes. (Yes, really.) He doesn't play the viola, he doesn't know anyone who plays the viola, he's not all that clear on what a viola exactly is, but he lost a good half hour reading the jokes, anyway. Here's one of them:
One day Timmy came home from school very excited. "Mommy, Mommy, Guess what? Today in English I got all the way to the end of the alphabet, and everyone else got messed up around 'P'!"
His mother said, "Very good, dear. That's because you're a violist."
The next day, Timmy was even more excited. "Mommy, Mommy, guess what! Today in math I counted all the way to ten, but everyone else got messed up around seven!"
"Very good, dear," his mother replied. "That's because you're a violist." On the third day, Timmy was beside himself. "Mommy, Mommy, today we measured ourselves and I'm the tallest one in my class! Is that because I'm a violist?"
"No dear," she said. "That's because you're 26 years old."
On occasion.
Maybe not today, not as much as we should have, but we've been putting in the hours. Today, we spent our morning, strolling about as we plotted Chapter Three of Ashes & Ink. We're fairly pleased with how things came out. Plot points are lining up, some new characters are arriving, and we don't really know where things are going but we're happy with the story at this very moment. The finished product remains a mystery, of course, and we'll inevitably forget some of the minor details that we discussed during our long hike -- and we're about to tell you why.
Because...because...
Well, because, when we got home and one of us sat down to write the chapter notes, she remembered that the computer we use happens to hold her favorite kind of electronic crack. Spider Solitaire. Intending to spend a few minutes playing cards, she lost over an hour to the exercise (won a few games, dropped a few games. It all shakes out in the wash). She couldn't help herself. There are just some days when she wants to play hookey.
So the other one of us took over. But, of course, it was his turn to write today's blog as well, so he turned his attention to that, instead. Before he could write the piece, he (naturally) needed a photo for the blog spot's upper left-hand corner so he went in search of this week's picture. In the course of that adventure, he found the free Futurama HEAD-IN-A-JAR Creator app on Google Play. Which somehow consumed over an hour of his life as he gleefully tinkered with the toy to create the image you see above.
But then he came to a little stumbling block. He wanted both of the images to show as one on the blog but the app doesn't provide such an option and he lacks the skills to do it himself. Since he hadn't actually written anything today, you might think he'd be hesitant to approach the Spider Solitaire addict but, no, not really. Using her graphics skills, she melded everything into one image and, zing!, both of us decided to play hooky for the rest of the day.
Instead, we're going to watch Blast Vegas on the DVR. Because, if the future holds a giant sand snake fulfilling an ancient Egyptian curse, we want to be prepared.
No quote o' the day. While looking for a blog photo, Harrell found several websites devoted to viola jokes. (Yes, really.) He doesn't play the viola, he doesn't know anyone who plays the viola, he's not all that clear on what a viola exactly is, but he lost a good half hour reading the jokes, anyway. Here's one of them:
One day Timmy came home from school very excited. "Mommy, Mommy, Guess what? Today in English I got all the way to the end of the alphabet, and everyone else got messed up around 'P'!"
His mother said, "Very good, dear. That's because you're a violist."
The next day, Timmy was even more excited. "Mommy, Mommy, guess what! Today in math I counted all the way to ten, but everyone else got messed up around seven!"
"Very good, dear," his mother replied. "That's because you're a violist." On the third day, Timmy was beside himself. "Mommy, Mommy, today we measured ourselves and I'm the tallest one in my class! Is that because I'm a violist?"
"No dear," she said. "That's because you're 26 years old."
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