Vonda N. McIntyre sent me one of her gorgeous beaded sea creatures as a gift. The photo really doesn’t do it justice. In my hands it looks like a living creature. I suck at beaded nudibranch photography!Smersh in motion. He was heading for my wheatbix. Note the curious-looking pronged implement sticking out of the jar in the background. It’s a Fijian cannibal fork, a gift from
obstruction
still life with Nemo
space movies
Coughing our guts up with lurgi last night, we piked on our Sydney dinner engagement and stayed on the couch to watch Moon.I really enjoyed it so tonight, in the mood for more space action, we rewatched Alien 4. Now, I always liked that flick but recall critics and friends alike giving it a solid bucketing at the time it was released. I had completely forgotten it was written by Joss Whedon — or perhaps at the time that name meant nothing to me. No matter. What became quickly evident tonight was the underpinnings of Firefly within the script.Smershy is doing well — his swollen face has almost returned to normal. I have a sore butt and knees from an hour and a half spent bike riding this morning, and a smug sense of satisfaction from all the synopsis plotting I’ve done over the past three days. But best of…
seven hundred and forty dollars later!
Poor old Smershy spent the night at the vet’s. Half his face was swollen up with an abscess caused by an infected tooth. He only had five teeth left to speak of. Now he has only three. Not that the loss seems to have cramped his style any. As soon as he got home he gummed up a big fat bowl of mince then went for a nap in a sunny spot on the porch. The vet says he’s heading for renal failure. Our aim is to make his year a happy one.Tonight we’ll be watching Outlander. For those not in the know, it’s aliens versus Vikings. And not before bloody time. Honestly, there are some ideas out there just screaming to be fulfilled and this is one of them.Oh, and the real big news for me this week was that I whupped my boss’s arse at ping pong. I…