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machine_dove at 01:31am on 08/10/2006
machine_dove at 01:31am on 08/10/2006Plans to drive eleventybillion hours to go apple picking (despite the fact that there's a pick-your-own apple orchard about three seconds from my house) = FAIL. Because rain is evil, and makes Erik want to not drive eleventybillion hours to pick apples in the rain. Even with the promise of hot apple cider.
HOWEVER!!! I still have, in my possession, somewhere in the viscinity of ten pounds of Honey Crisp apples. Or what was ten pounds of Honey Crisp apples, and is now somewhat less. Which might last me until Tuesday. Maybe. Because Ukrops is my shining star, and FINALLY had the damn things, absolving me of the need to drive two hours to find an orchard that has them.
Which reminds me - I need to call Aunt-Claudia-who-owns-a-nursery to see if she can get me some Honey Crisp trees. We've got the planned orchard area almost clear enough to plant, and it's the perfect time of year for it...
Yes. Fruit orgy weekend. Life is good.
Also - by a bizzare twist of fate, I ended up with two copies of the sold-out-on-day-of-release giant three volume hardcover set of Alan Moore's Lost Girls. I'd rather not have to ship it back, so if anyone wants it, let me know - $55 should cover what I paid and shipping.
I...think I'm caught up on everything I owe everybody, except some vendor acceptance letters for COA. And emailing a few new COA contacts I met at VARF Roanoke last weekend. That can happen tomorrow, if I ever actually get on the computer - Erik has discovered Guild Wars, so I must fight for posession. And he's a lot bigger than I am. And, you know, an ex-cop. Who trains in bizzaro-fu. He laughs at my kidney punches.
Ha ha! I forgot the fun part of the day, AKA "When Fenrir the no-longer-quite-so-small puppy tried to devour my soul." I was preparing to eat one of my precious Honey Crisp apples, and washing it in true raccoon fashion. There wasn't a towel handy, so I was shaking most of the water off. I decided to shake it in Fen's general direction. Bad. Idea. This led to the instantanious APPLE = TENNISBALL!!!! connection, which was...bad. Do not try to get between an ADD German Shepherd puppy and his tennis ball. Unless you plan to throw it. FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!
The look on his face when I started eating it was brilliant, though.
HOWEVER!!! I still have, in my possession, somewhere in the viscinity of ten pounds of Honey Crisp apples. Or what was ten pounds of Honey Crisp apples, and is now somewhat less. Which might last me until Tuesday. Maybe. Because Ukrops is my shining star, and FINALLY had the damn things, absolving me of the need to drive two hours to find an orchard that has them.
Which reminds me - I need to call Aunt-Claudia-who-owns-a-nursery to see if she can get me some Honey Crisp trees. We've got the planned orchard area almost clear enough to plant, and it's the perfect time of year for it...
Yes. Fruit orgy weekend. Life is good.
Also - by a bizzare twist of fate, I ended up with two copies of the sold-out-on-day-of-release giant three volume hardcover set of Alan Moore's Lost Girls. I'd rather not have to ship it back, so if anyone wants it, let me know - $55 should cover what I paid and shipping.
I...think I'm caught up on everything I owe everybody, except some vendor acceptance letters for COA. And emailing a few new COA contacts I met at VARF Roanoke last weekend. That can happen tomorrow, if I ever actually get on the computer - Erik has discovered Guild Wars, so I must fight for posession. And he's a lot bigger than I am. And, you know, an ex-cop. Who trains in bizzaro-fu. He laughs at my kidney punches.
Ha ha! I forgot the fun part of the day, AKA "When Fenrir the no-longer-quite-so-small puppy tried to devour my soul." I was preparing to eat one of my precious Honey Crisp apples, and washing it in true raccoon fashion. There wasn't a towel handy, so I was shaking most of the water off. I decided to shake it in Fen's general direction. Bad. Idea. This led to the instantanious APPLE = TENNISBALL!!!! connection, which was...bad. Do not try to get between an ADD German Shepherd puppy and his tennis ball. Unless you plan to throw it. FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE!
The look on his face when I started eating it was brilliant, though.
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