Hollywoodland

It’s official. My horoscope gives me permission to goof off today.

“Today your creative impulses could seem totally blocked. You might be trying to reach a deadline, whether it’s one of your own or one imposed by someone else. You feel the need to get some work done, but your muse seems to have gone on vacation. If your deadline is official, phone whoever’s in charge and ask for an extension. If you force yourself to work today, you won’t be happy with the results.”

Well then. ‘Kay. Works for me. Oh, all right! I’ll open the file. One never knows when inspiration might strike, after all.

Onward and upward…

I don’t know what the deal is with the birds around here, but they sing all freakin’ night long! It doesn’t bother me, but it’s weird! I don’t think I’ve ever lived anywhere before where they sang so much. They must be really happy.

And now, excuse me while I put on my enabler hat… Hey, Crystal! I was watching Messiah (very weird crime drama) on BBC America last night and saw an ad for a new Robson Green series called Rocket Man. It started last week. It’s on Tuesdays at 9:00pm Central. *enable enable enable*

Yep. I hear the trains a comin’. Every five freakin’ minutes, or so it seems. Sometimes they don’t bother me, but other times it sounds like their damn whistles are screaming right in my ear. :streamer: And I know if it’s hurting my ears, it must be killing the poor dogs down the street. They start barking their heads off normally, but when the whistles are really loud (or sirens are passing by) they start howling. It would be funny if I didn’t feel like howling myself. I guess I should be thankful we don’t live two streets over. Or they’d be even louder!

Today’s horoscopes:

“Today you awake feeling reinvigorated and renewed. (Not so much. :zzz:) You feel as though there is nothing you can’t accomplish. (Stee-rike two!) And likely, there isn’t. Anything you set your mind and attention to today works out beautifully. (Well, I guess I haven’t tested this theory yet.) Take care that you do not gloat too much, though. (Party poopers!) Just because you feel invincible does not mean that you are. (There’s a surprise! :rofl:)”

The other one says:

“Some long-awaited rewards finally come your way (Not in the mail, they don’t. All I got was a ’special offer’ from TV Guide that wasn’t all that special, especially considering I got the same exact thing yesterday. :roll:), but you have to be willing to stand up for your rights if someone tries to snake them out from under you. (Touch my rewards and die! :vader:) Being modest is one thing — being a doormat another.”

Fun Dr. Who last night, though I do sort of wonder what happened after Adam got home and his mom snapped her fingers. LOL!

I’m still playing around with the paranormal chick lit. Yesterday, I found I’d printed it out at some point and scribbled lots of changes and notes on it, so I’ve been keying them in. I’ll probably do more of the same today. What’s bugging me is I know I had a line written down somewhere that I loved and wanted badly to use, but I can’t find it. I don’t know if it’s on the old computer I can’t access now, or if I had it written down in a notebook. I’m thinking the latter, so it might be in the storage unit that’s still holding a lot of our stuff. Of course, once I find it, I’ll have remembered what it was.

First up, Survivor. What was up with Aras saying Terry couldn’t survive a day on his own? Has he forgotten Terry’s been on Exile Island THREE times now? Please. I think a fighter pilot would do better alone in the wilderness than a yoga instructor would, anyway. I’m just saying.

And when Shane called Courtney a lunatic, I started Talk about the pot calling the kettle black! LOL!

Then there’s poor Bruce. Nothing like a medical emergency to make the show more exciting.

In the world of archaeology we have this news tidbit:

Experts find evidence of Bosnia pyramid
Researchers in Bosnia unearthed the first solid evidence that an ancient pyramid lies hidden beneath a massive hill.

How cool is that?

Let’s see… Silma wanted to know where I get my horoscopes. The ones I share most often come from AstroCenter.com. To get them personalized you need to know what time you were born in addition to the day & year.

Writing. Well. I opened up one of my other stories—paranormal chick lit—last night and start skimming through it. It has its moments. Needs major expansion on what I have and I need to figure out where it’s going. But it could be fun to write.