chochiyo_sama

I went to my chiropractor appointment and got the works.  Her new offices are VERY nice.  Instead of being in a dreary basement, she is now up on the second floor of the bank building, and has lots of windows--nice and BRIGHT.  The offices look MUCH bigger than her old offices, but she says it is exactly the same amount of space--it's just laid out differently.  I like it.

After that, I didn't go get groceries.  I went to the drug store where I picked up some more Playmobil stuff for my Pirate Comic.  All the toys were 20% off, which was cool.  I bought a few odds and ends in the Playmobil line--not all pirates, since that was too confining--I needed more and different people.  I can always repaint them to MAKE them pirates.  In addition to the Playmobil stuff, I bought some very cool plastic animals that were appropriately scaled.  I got a sheep, a goat, a couple of bunnies (grenade resistant), a baby gorilla, and a couple of skunks.  I almost bought a ram, but there was only one, and one of his curly horns was broken off. 

When I got home, I assembled a lot of the things that needed assembly and put them in my plastic box, especially purchased for storage of my Pirate Swag.  I really find this playmobil stuff fascinating.  There's so much detail!

I retuned Kari's (my sister-in-law) call--turns out that article was in the paper--the one that I was interviewed for by Jason Felts.  I don't think he used the most interesting information I gave him, but heh.  His loss. 

Ingrid and I went to see War of the Worlds in Rochester at the CineMagic.  It was okay.  I give it a solid B.  Tom Cruise was typecast in the roll of an irresponsible, immature moron.  The movie had some serious issues...for example, how the HELL did Robby escape that attack of the Martian war machines?  And if the Martians could invent a probe that could see and hear, why didn't they give it a heat-seeking capability??  It would have sniffed them out of that basement in no time if it had that.  And further more, if I were an alien from outerspace poking around in a human dwelling, why in the world would I slog around in a nasty old basement?  Why wouldn't I go into the nicer part of the house upstairs?  And they must have been pretty stupid not to see through those slats that Tom and company were hiding behind.

And what was all that about the blood?  Did they use it to fuel their machines?  EAt it?  Use it to grow whatever the hell that ropy vine was??

And why in the hell would people head toward the big cities?  ARe they that stupid?  They would certainly be the next targetted spots.  I'd head for the mountains or a forest where there wasn't anybody around but me and mine.  I'd raid the first safe grocery store I came across for canned goods and water and whatever.  I'd make damn sure I had a good supply of chocolate!!

Then I'd find myself a nice deep hole and I'd hide in it until they croaked of their virus.

Ah well.

I have to start thinking about the exchange gift for my CiJ person.  It's supposed to be a Christmas in July theme.  She collects Barbie, Ken, and Kelly.  I think I will make matching outfits for them of Christmas fabric that I have on hand.  Then I will make a Christmas stocking for Kelly and stuff it with little goodies.  I'll make a plate with a couple cookies on it for Santa, and I THINK I have a spare mini nativity set somewhere that I can give her too.  I've asked her several times to give me her snail mail, but so far, nothing.

Sigh.

I have a major headache--probably the result of screwed up blood sugar.  It is screwed up because I was so sick yesterday that I didn't eat. Now I have to deal with the effects of not eating.  Feh.  Can't win.

Now, I have to go to bed as I am very tired, and I MUST write some tomorrow. 

I think I am going to tell the story of Night and Shadow.  I'm going to make them fruit bats.  heh heh heh

That'll be a good way to excuse them from drinking blood.