agilebrit: (Tired & Long-suffering)
We're back from Moab, a day or two early. We ran two really good trails this year, but they were long. And, of course, the first thing that happened was we hit Moab after a four-and-a-half-hour drive and discovered that the Hubby had left the Jeep keys at home. So a friend and I went on a locksmith hunt and found one who was willing to come out and cut a key for the ignition, at any rate.

Everyone else kind of bailed on Sunday (or before), so we wandered out to Newspaper Rock (which we hadn't been to before, and dude, long drive is long), and then we came back and wandered out to the Birthing Rock. I took numerous pictures of both--this is research for the "Moab Monsters" story I'm mulling. For anyone who doesn't know, these are famous petroglyphs and kind of a big deal in Moab.

We ran the Rusty Nail trail on Friday and Steel Bender on Saturday, and we ate at the Moab Brewery, Eddie McStiff's, Zax Pizza, and the Blue Pig. Tasty meals all--for a small town, Moab has some ridiculously good eating establishments.

On the way home, the battery in the motor home decided it didn't want to charge. Of course we discovered this on the way up Soldier Summit in a driving rain/snowstorm. We made it, but it was nerve-wracking and iffy and I really would rather not do it again.

We are home. I have three rejections in my inbox I need to flip (Happy Easter, here's your rejections, have a nice day). One is going to F&SF and is 90 pages long. *dies*

Pictures to follow, perhaps. I have object lessons in Why You Don't Go Jeeping Alone. One of them was us.
agilebrit: (Picspam)
Weird Shit You See in Moab!

So, yeah, this right here:

isn't the weirdest thing you'd see in Moab. Not by a long shot. Yes, that's ours, isn't it lovely, moving on...

First, the links and other stuff:
agilebrit: (Picspam)
Weird Shit You See in Moab!

So, yeah, this right here:

isn't the weirdest thing you'd see in Moab. Not by a long shot. Yes, that's ours, isn't it lovely, moving on...

First, the links and other stuff:

So, Moab.

Apr. 7th, 2010 03:25 pm
agilebrit: (Tired & Long-suffering)
We wandered into town on Thursday, got the motorhome set up, and toddled down to the Arena to ogle the vendors. In the parking lot, we met a representative from a national magazine, who invited us out the next day to a photoshoot. Sure, sez we, because there's no bad there, right? Did the arena, ate at Moab Brewery, yadayada.

Friday, we hooked up with some friends and headed out to do a little trail called the Pickle (because if you screw up on it, you'll be in a pickle). And that was fun until the battery in the Willys died. Lord knows it was due, but it picked a hell of a time. So, we finished the trail (and did the bypass on the last obstacle) to get out faster, and raced into town to get a new battery and meet the magazine guy. We were a couple minutes late, but so was he, so it was all good.

And then a fuse blew, which shut the cooling fan off. Which is... not good, on the trail. These puppies overheat like mad if you're not careful because they're really stressed. The Hubby hotwired the cooling fan, and we cut our part of the photoshoot short to go into town and attempt (yet more) repairs. Apparently it was just a bad fuse, because the Hubby put a new one in, stressed it, and it didn't blow. Yay!

Saturday, which is Big Saturday in the parlance of the Jeep Safari, we headed out to Area BFE and played around there for the day. It's a privately-run place with all kinds of trails and obstacles for every level of vehicle and driver, and it's a lot of fun. And we were with the Rangely Boys (whose motto seems to be "If we didn't break something, we didn't actually wheel"), so that was quite entertaining too. Also, I got about 1500 words done on the Chains novel, which was nice.

Sunday, we headed out to Kane Creek, where we seemed to be faced (once again) with a dead battery. This time, the Hubby had one of the guys looking under the hood while he cranked it, and we discovered that not one, but both solenoids were loose. But at least that was the last of our trail troubles.

However, the old adage that more people are hurt falling off rocks in Moab than in jeeping accidents managed to hold true. One of the women in our group was standing on a rock, when her teenage son jumped onto it next to her--and the whole huge slab broke into three pieces and spilled them to the ground. The boy wasn't hurt, but she ended up with a dislocated elbow and a half-hour drive into town over rocks and through washes, which was...yeah. Hellish. But it could have been so much worse--she could have hit her head or broken bones or... eek. You just never think that a huge rock slab like that is going to break for next to no reason.

That put a damper on our enthusiasm, so most of us left on Monday. We stayed and went back to the Pickle with the Rangely group and a guy from where the Hubby works. And that would have been a nice short three-hour trail...if we hadn't got stuck behind a group of ten or so. So that turned into an all-day deal too. One of our guys broke his front knuckle joint in his front driveshaft, and another bent his driveshaft and had to nurse it back to camp.

We decided to head out Tuesday morning, which is when we discovered that the alternator in the motorhome wasn't charging the batteries. We nursed it to Wellington, grabbed some Subway, and charged the batteries from the Willys for an hour or so, then headed back out.

And that's when the trip went disastrously wrong for us.

The trailer has a bolt that holds the hitch ball latch in place. We lost the bolt, but didn't think much of it because it's, like, the third line of defense before the latch should fail, right?

Yeah, not so much.

Pulling out of the parking lot of the Walker's managed to bounce the hitch off the ball. So, we're tooling down the highway, not realizing it, pulling the thing by the chains (thank God for the chains, OMG), and then...had to slow down for a school zone. And that's when the trailer hit us. Fortunately, the Hubby is a skilled driver who does not panic or slam on his brakes, and he managed to get us stopped with a minimum of damage. It broke the poop tube on the motorhome and took out the trailer brakes and the trailer lights--but it could have been SO MUCH WORSE. Seriously, that could have taken out all three vehicles had it gone just a little farther south than it did.

We got it put back together, FOUND A BOLT, and got back on the road. With no trailer brakes or turn signals or brake lights and 125 miles to go. And of course, just to make the trip complete, it was snowing like hell over Soldier Summit.

But we made it home, more or less in one piece. And now here we are.

Coming up next: Weird shit you see in Moab.

So, Moab.

Apr. 7th, 2010 03:25 pm
agilebrit: (Tired & Long-suffering)
We wandered into town on Thursday, got the motorhome set up, and toddled down to the Arena to ogle the vendors. In the parking lot, we met a representative from a national magazine, who invited us out the next day to a photoshoot. Sure, sez we, because there's no bad there, right? Did the arena, ate at Moab Brewery, yadayada.

Friday, we hooked up with some friends and headed out to do a little trail called the Pickle (because if you screw up on it, you'll be in a pickle). And that was fun until the battery in the Willys died. Lord knows it was due, but it picked a hell of a time. So, we finished the trail (and did the bypass on the last obstacle) to get out faster, and raced into town to get a new battery and meet the magazine guy. We were a couple minutes late, but so was he, so it was all good.

And then a fuse blew, which shut the cooling fan off. Which is... not good, on the trail. These puppies overheat like mad if you're not careful because they're really stressed. The Hubby hotwired the cooling fan, and we cut our part of the photoshoot short to go into town and attempt (yet more) repairs. Apparently it was just a bad fuse, because the Hubby put a new one in, stressed it, and it didn't blow. Yay!

Saturday, which is Big Saturday in the parlance of the Jeep Safari, we headed out to Area BFE and played around there for the day. It's a privately-run place with all kinds of trails and obstacles for every level of vehicle and driver, and it's a lot of fun. And we were with the Rangely Boys (whose motto seems to be "If we didn't break something, we didn't actually wheel"), so that was quite entertaining too. Also, I got about 1500 words done on the Chains novel, which was nice.

Sunday, we headed out to Kane Creek, where we seemed to be faced (once again) with a dead battery. This time, the Hubby had one of the guys looking under the hood while he cranked it, and we discovered that not one, but both solenoids were loose. But at least that was the last of our trail troubles.

However, the old adage that more people are hurt falling off rocks in Moab than in jeeping accidents managed to hold true. One of the women in our group was standing on a rock, when her teenage son jumped onto it next to her--and the whole huge slab broke into three pieces and spilled them to the ground. The boy wasn't hurt, but she ended up with a dislocated elbow and a half-hour drive into town over rocks and through washes, which was...yeah. Hellish. But it could have been so much worse--she could have hit her head or broken bones or... eek. You just never think that a huge rock slab like that is going to break for next to no reason.

That put a damper on our enthusiasm, so most of us left on Monday. We stayed and went back to the Pickle with the Rangely group and a guy from where the Hubby works. And that would have been a nice short three-hour trail...if we hadn't got stuck behind a group of ten or so. So that turned into an all-day deal too. One of our guys broke his front knuckle joint in his front driveshaft, and another bent his driveshaft and had to nurse it back to camp.

We decided to head out Tuesday morning, which is when we discovered that the alternator in the motorhome wasn't charging the batteries. We nursed it to Wellington, grabbed some Subway, and charged the batteries from the Willys for an hour or so, then headed back out.

And that's when the trip went disastrously wrong for us.

The trailer has a bolt that holds the hitch ball latch in place. We lost the bolt, but didn't think much of it because it's, like, the third line of defense before the latch should fail, right?

Yeah, not so much.

Pulling out of the parking lot of the Walker's managed to bounce the hitch off the ball. So, we're tooling down the highway, not realizing it, pulling the thing by the chains (thank God for the chains, OMG), and then...had to slow down for a school zone. And that's when the trailer hit us. Fortunately, the Hubby is a skilled driver who does not panic or slam on his brakes, and he managed to get us stopped with a minimum of damage. It broke the poop tube on the motorhome and took out the trailer brakes and the trailer lights--but it could have been SO MUCH WORSE. Seriously, that could have taken out all three vehicles had it gone just a little farther south than it did.

We got it put back together, FOUND A BOLT, and got back on the road. With no trailer brakes or turn signals or brake lights and 125 miles to go. And of course, just to make the trip complete, it was snowing like hell over Soldier Summit.

But we made it home, more or less in one piece. And now here we are.

Coming up next: Weird shit you see in Moab.

So. Moab.

Apr. 14th, 2009 09:21 pm
agilebrit: (Giggle)
Rolled in Friday afternoon, remembered where our buddy Greg's house was, got the motorhome set up. Didn't have much time for much of anything but dinner and socializing, but we hit the arena for some Hubby retail therapy. He didn't buy anything, and we went to the Moab Brewery for dinner. I had the sausage plate, which is always good, and their home-brewed grape soda, which was delicious, and added (yet another) glass to my collection. After that, we hit Potato Salad Hill, which is never a dull moment. Last year, we saw a snowmobile go down it. This year, we saw two rigs go up it backwards. No rollovers, but one guy did get vertical on his two back wheels before his rig decided that it wouldn't mind staying upright. Lucky him, because, while most of the time people don't get hurt when they roll in Moab, Potato Salad Hill can be the exception to that, and it would have been a nasty end-over-end one. Another guy busted a drive line. Make it or break it... We didn't do it this year, just ran out of time.

Saturday, we got up early enough to watch the parade thingy, then headed out to Area BFE. That was really really cool--there's lots of stuff there, from minor obstacles to ohholyshitwhatthehell ones. We saw a couple of people roll, nothing serious. Definitely going to have to go out there again. Our friend Josh (one of the Rangely Boys) broke his front inner axle on some obstacle. Ate at Bob and Ruth's, a couple of other friends. Found out that one of our other friends broke (probably) his pinion gear in his rear axle on some nothin' trail (Porcupine Rim, I think), so...yeah.

Sunday, we did the Rusty Nail with a couple of hardcore buggies and the Rangely Boys. We were going to do the Pickle as well, but got too late of a start. Sean (Rangely Boy) bent his tie rods on the very first big obstacle, which was...interesting. We fixed it by using a bottle jack, a tow rope, and rocks as anvils and a three-pound hammer. Yay? Rest of the trail was uneventful, although the Hubby's radiator decided that it was unhappy and we thought we might be done. An application of Bars-Leak put paid to that problem, so we were good to go. Ate at Pasta Jay's, yummy yummy pizza.

Monday, we were all supposed to get together and do the first part of Poison Spider, and then turn around and do Moab Rim. But we got separated, were supposed to all meet up at the trail head, and we get a call: "We decided to do Steel Bender instead." Problem was that one of our guys was already up at the Poison Spider trail head and we had no way of getting ahold of him, so our group decided to stick with Plan A and do what we planned on. Poison Spider was uneventful, and so was Moab Rim, until we got to the top, when the radiator problem decided once again to rear its ugly head. We stayed with the Willys, while the rest of the group motored up to the sand hills farther up. Beautiful vista from there, you can see the whole town, place was loaded with lizards and ravens, I saw some kind of falcon fly by...it was lovely. Our friends came back, we started the Willys again and it ran like it didn't have a care in the world, and we made it back down no problem. Ate at Eddie McStiffs, where I had the best steak I've ever had in Moab, the Sirloin Steak Mojo: "8-oz. marinated steak in a Cuban-influenced sauce with garlic, oregano, cumin and fresh lime juice." OMGSOVERYGOOD. Also, a Mai Tai and a coffee ice cream dessert that was just yummy.

And then today we came home. It might have been easier to get out of the camp site had the Hubby remembered to disengage the parking brake on the motor home, and we ended up pulling the thing all the way out and to the road with the Willys, which was...interesting. I don't ever want to do that ever again. SRS.

Weather was actually pretty decent. It was fairly warm, only rained at night, and that kept the dust down on the trails. Win.

In between all that, I managed to work on my three-sentence query thing, which now pops like a popping thing--I think I've ironed out the boring words and replaced them with ones that have some life to them rather than just laying there on the page. At least, at this point, there's nothing that jumps out at me and says "Dude, horrible. Call yourself a writer? This sucks."

I wasn't very social, partly because I feel like a little bit of a fish out of water around these guys and their talk of power to weight ratios and all that happy horse poo, but I also just ... wasn't feeling very social. It's tough being the only nerd in the room. I obeyed the siren call of the querything, and this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

So, yeah. Everyone broke something, libations were enjoyed, food was eaten, and a querything was pretty much completed. I've got it in a GoogleDoc if anyone wants to have a crack at it--you'll need a Google account, and I can send you an invite. Just holler.

And that was my weekend. *wipes brow*

So. Moab.

Apr. 14th, 2009 09:21 pm
agilebrit: (Giggle)
Rolled in Friday afternoon, remembered where our buddy Greg's house was, got the motorhome set up. Didn't have much time for much of anything but dinner and socializing, but we hit the arena for some Hubby retail therapy. He didn't buy anything, and we went to the Moab Brewery for dinner. I had the sausage plate, which is always good, and their home-brewed grape soda, which was delicious, and added (yet another) glass to my collection. After that, we hit Potato Salad Hill, which is never a dull moment. Last year, we saw a snowmobile go down it. This year, we saw two rigs go up it backwards. No rollovers, but one guy did get vertical on his two back wheels before his rig decided that it wouldn't mind staying upright. Lucky him, because, while most of the time people don't get hurt when they roll in Moab, Potato Salad Hill can be the exception to that, and it would have been a nasty end-over-end one. Another guy busted a drive line. Make it or break it... We didn't do it this year, just ran out of time.

Saturday, we got up early enough to watch the parade thingy, then headed out to Area BFE. That was really really cool--there's lots of stuff there, from minor obstacles to ohholyshitwhatthehell ones. We saw a couple of people roll, nothing serious. Definitely going to have to go out there again. Our friend Josh (one of the Rangely Boys) broke his front inner axle on some obstacle. Ate at Bob and Ruth's, a couple of other friends. Found out that one of our other friends broke (probably) his pinion gear in his rear axle on some nothin' trail (Porcupine Rim, I think), so...yeah.

Sunday, we did the Rusty Nail with a couple of hardcore buggies and the Rangely Boys. We were going to do the Pickle as well, but got too late of a start. Sean (Rangely Boy) bent his tie rods on the very first big obstacle, which was...interesting. We fixed it by using a bottle jack, a tow rope, and rocks as anvils and a three-pound hammer. Yay? Rest of the trail was uneventful, although the Hubby's radiator decided that it was unhappy and we thought we might be done. An application of Bars-Leak put paid to that problem, so we were good to go. Ate at Pasta Jay's, yummy yummy pizza.

Monday, we were all supposed to get together and do the first part of Poison Spider, and then turn around and do Moab Rim. But we got separated, were supposed to all meet up at the trail head, and we get a call: "We decided to do Steel Bender instead." Problem was that one of our guys was already up at the Poison Spider trail head and we had no way of getting ahold of him, so our group decided to stick with Plan A and do what we planned on. Poison Spider was uneventful, and so was Moab Rim, until we got to the top, when the radiator problem decided once again to rear its ugly head. We stayed with the Willys, while the rest of the group motored up to the sand hills farther up. Beautiful vista from there, you can see the whole town, place was loaded with lizards and ravens, I saw some kind of falcon fly by...it was lovely. Our friends came back, we started the Willys again and it ran like it didn't have a care in the world, and we made it back down no problem. Ate at Eddie McStiffs, where I had the best steak I've ever had in Moab, the Sirloin Steak Mojo: "8-oz. marinated steak in a Cuban-influenced sauce with garlic, oregano, cumin and fresh lime juice." OMGSOVERYGOOD. Also, a Mai Tai and a coffee ice cream dessert that was just yummy.

And then today we came home. It might have been easier to get out of the camp site had the Hubby remembered to disengage the parking brake on the motor home, and we ended up pulling the thing all the way out and to the road with the Willys, which was...interesting. I don't ever want to do that ever again. SRS.

Weather was actually pretty decent. It was fairly warm, only rained at night, and that kept the dust down on the trails. Win.

In between all that, I managed to work on my three-sentence query thing, which now pops like a popping thing--I think I've ironed out the boring words and replaced them with ones that have some life to them rather than just laying there on the page. At least, at this point, there's nothing that jumps out at me and says "Dude, horrible. Call yourself a writer? This sucks."

I wasn't very social, partly because I feel like a little bit of a fish out of water around these guys and their talk of power to weight ratios and all that happy horse poo, but I also just ... wasn't feeling very social. It's tough being the only nerd in the room. I obeyed the siren call of the querything, and this wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

So, yeah. Everyone broke something, libations were enjoyed, food was eaten, and a querything was pretty much completed. I've got it in a GoogleDoc if anyone wants to have a crack at it--you'll need a Google account, and I can send you an invite. Just holler.

And that was my weekend. *wipes brow*
agilebrit: (Tony: Actual Anteaters)
We're home from Moab. Details and pictures later. Just about everyone broke something, so all in all, a successful trip. ;o)

I have no idea if I'll be able to catch up with my flist.

I've got my three-sentence hook/query thing just about done. Now, if the book just had chapters, and, you know, a title, that'd be great. I have six days to do it in...

My inbox didn't go as nuts as I expected. Came home to an Honorable Mention from WotF (which you guys knew about) and a rejection for another story, so need to flip that puppy as soon as possible.

But first, I have to wrestle the taxes into submission. Which has already been an exercise in frustration, and I haven't even cracked open the forms yet...
agilebrit: (Tony: Actual Anteaters)
We're home from Moab. Details and pictures later. Just about everyone broke something, so all in all, a successful trip. ;o)

I have no idea if I'll be able to catch up with my flist.

I've got my three-sentence hook/query thing just about done. Now, if the book just had chapters, and, you know, a title, that'd be great. I have six days to do it in...

My inbox didn't go as nuts as I expected. Came home to an Honorable Mention from WotF (which you guys knew about) and a rejection for another story, so need to flip that puppy as soon as possible.

But first, I have to wrestle the taxes into submission. Which has already been an exercise in frustration, and I haven't even cracked open the forms yet...
agilebrit: (Don't make me beat you in the name of gr)
Well, we're off to Moab. Computer access will be spotty (or nonexistent) until Tuesday or Wednesday. Have a great weekend and a Happy Easter to those on my flist who celebrate it.

*smooches*
agilebrit: (Don't make me beat you in the name of gr)
Well, we're off to Moab. Computer access will be spotty (or nonexistent) until Tuesday or Wednesday. Have a great weekend and a Happy Easter to those on my flist who celebrate it.

*smooches*
agilebrit: (Urge to bitchslap)
So. We're going to Moab to the Jeep Safari tomorrow.

Normally I'm excited about stuff like this. Moab is my favorite place on the whole planet, y'all.

But I'm so sick of interacting with people right now that I'm almost ready to bag it and just tell the Hubby to take Da Boy and go have fun. But if I bag it this year, there's no guarantee we'll go next year, because we're trying to sell the Willys and the Durango just can't be the same beast on the trail that the Willys is. Plus I only get to see these people once a year, so...yeah. And I like them, they're good people.

Maybe I'll tell the Hubby that I want a couple of days away after we get back from this, just me--or maybe I'll send him to his Mom's with Da Boy in the plane, since he'll want a shakeout flight after its annual inspection. Wanting to choke people every time I talk to them is not a good frame of mind to be in, and I feel shaky with repressed rage and stress. This is not normal for me. I wonder if my uterus is acting up...

The tax thing? So not helping my state of mind. Also, I've been a lazy bitch this week and my kitchen is a wreck. I should go clean that.

Frell, frak, dren.

Well. In homeschooling news, I actually sat down, figured out what I need to do on a weekly basis, broke that down to a daily basis, and now we have some sort of schedule. We had a loose sort of thing going before that I decided wasn't working out too well; this will be better for everyone involved. We'll all know what to expect. Routine = a good thing.

And I'm still beating away at the query/hook thing. I've got two pretty good sentences for that three-sentence thing I told y'all about the other day. I just need one more that makes actual sense for a strong conclusion.

Oh, and a title. A title would be good. Chapters would help. *headdesks repeatedly*
agilebrit: (Urge to bitchslap)
So. We're going to Moab to the Jeep Safari tomorrow.

Normally I'm excited about stuff like this. Moab is my favorite place on the whole planet, y'all.

But I'm so sick of interacting with people right now that I'm almost ready to bag it and just tell the Hubby to take Da Boy and go have fun. But if I bag it this year, there's no guarantee we'll go next year, because we're trying to sell the Willys and the Durango just can't be the same beast on the trail that the Willys is. Plus I only get to see these people once a year, so...yeah. And I like them, they're good people.

Maybe I'll tell the Hubby that I want a couple of days away after we get back from this, just me--or maybe I'll send him to his Mom's with Da Boy in the plane, since he'll want a shakeout flight after its annual inspection. Wanting to choke people every time I talk to them is not a good frame of mind to be in, and I feel shaky with repressed rage and stress. This is not normal for me. I wonder if my uterus is acting up...

The tax thing? So not helping my state of mind. Also, I've been a lazy bitch this week and my kitchen is a wreck. I should go clean that.

Frell, frak, dren.

Well. In homeschooling news, I actually sat down, figured out what I need to do on a weekly basis, broke that down to a daily basis, and now we have some sort of schedule. We had a loose sort of thing going before that I decided wasn't working out too well; this will be better for everyone involved. We'll all know what to expect. Routine = a good thing.

And I'm still beating away at the query/hook thing. I've got two pretty good sentences for that three-sentence thing I told y'all about the other day. I just need one more that makes actual sense for a strong conclusion.

Oh, and a title. A title would be good. Chapters would help. *headdesks repeatedly*
agilebrit: (Urge to bitchslap)
Hubby!Company: Oh, hay, guiz, ur W2 is online naow, isn't that nice?

Well, yeah, it would be.

IF I COULD FIND THE FRELLING THING.

Hey, Company My Hubby Works For? If you could stick a link to the place to get our W2s on the front page? That'd be peachy. Especially considering what time of year it is...and considering that this is the first year you've done this.

So, now I get to stress about us going to Moab tomorrow, not having the taxes done, and banging my head against the computer. Fortunately, I think I have all the (other) forms I need (all hail), so if worse comes to worse I can do them in Moab or on the 15th when we get back, but this is damaging my calm.

In other news, writing a one-sentence hook that encompasses this entire novel is...problematic. Not!Harry's stakes are a lot higher than just the physical here--I mean, he faces losing it completely and ending up in a mental institution or dead by his own hand, if it goes any worse for him than it does. (O, hai, sequel, wherein I pile even more angst upon his head.) This is not a happy circumstance for him. But setting the hook so it's not a drabble-long sentence is giving me fits right now.

I suppose I should pack. GYAH.
agilebrit: (Urge to bitchslap)
Hubby!Company: Oh, hay, guiz, ur W2 is online naow, isn't that nice?

Well, yeah, it would be.

IF I COULD FIND THE FRELLING THING.

Hey, Company My Hubby Works For? If you could stick a link to the place to get our W2s on the front page? That'd be peachy. Especially considering what time of year it is...and considering that this is the first year you've done this.

So, now I get to stress about us going to Moab tomorrow, not having the taxes done, and banging my head against the computer. Fortunately, I think I have all the (other) forms I need (all hail), so if worse comes to worse I can do them in Moab or on the 15th when we get back, but this is damaging my calm.

In other news, writing a one-sentence hook that encompasses this entire novel is...problematic. Not!Harry's stakes are a lot higher than just the physical here--I mean, he faces losing it completely and ending up in a mental institution or dead by his own hand, if it goes any worse for him than it does. (O, hai, sequel, wherein I pile even more angst upon his head.) This is not a happy circumstance for him. But setting the hook so it's not a drabble-long sentence is giving me fits right now.

I suppose I should pack. GYAH.
agilebrit: (Default)
I know you guys are waiting for pix from this week's Safari, but I also know that most of you didn't get to see the pix from last year. Those are here, on Eric's Photobucket account rather than mine.

Enjoy!
agilebrit: (Default)
I know you guys are waiting for pix from this week's Safari, but I also know that most of you didn't get to see the pix from last year. Those are here, on Eric's Photobucket account rather than mine.

Enjoy!
agilebrit: (Numfar: Dance of Joy)
OMG, I love that place. I will have flailing and pix and all sorts of stuff later on. Right now I just need to catch up with my flist (HA! Journals only, no comms or feeds for this one, folks). Also, AI is on tonight.

Fun was had, trucks were wheeled, things got broke, strange and new things were seen, Da Boy's birthday was celebrated, and massive amounts of food got consumed. The Willys did great with the new tires (we OWNED Potato Salad Hill, baby. TWICE.)

I was social instead of holing up in the motor home, so I got absolutely no writing done. I did manage to find some books of Dave Wolverton's at a used bookstore, and a WotF volume I didn't have before. That...seems to have been the sum total of shopping I did.

Anyway. Yes. Details to come. Watch this space.
agilebrit: (Numfar: Dance of Joy)
OMG, I love that place. I will have flailing and pix and all sorts of stuff later on. Right now I just need to catch up with my flist (HA! Journals only, no comms or feeds for this one, folks). Also, AI is on tonight.

Fun was had, trucks were wheeled, things got broke, strange and new things were seen, Da Boy's birthday was celebrated, and massive amounts of food got consumed. The Willys did great with the new tires (we OWNED Potato Salad Hill, baby. TWICE.)

I was social instead of holing up in the motor home, so I got absolutely no writing done. I did manage to find some books of Dave Wolverton's at a used bookstore, and a WotF volume I didn't have before. That...seems to have been the sum total of shopping I did.

Anyway. Yes. Details to come. Watch this space.

Woo!

Mar. 19th, 2008 11:53 am
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  • The Giant Bugs story is formatted, printed, and ready to mail. Of course, it wouldn't be me if something didn't go wrong. This time, I forgot to put the word count on the cover page. D'oh! 'Tis fixed.
  • We're going to Moab tomorrow for the Easter Jeep Safari. We'll be gone for five or six days, probably with little or no internet access. So, if I'm scarce, that's why.
  • This means that we need to get paid, pay the bills, pack, get road snacks, hit the comic store (TWO! comics out today), stop the mail... I'm sure there's stuff in there I'm missing.
  • Hubby has a week off next month, which means a San Diego trip is GO as soon as I hear back from Jerry at Emerald Gardens. He's going to Costa Rica for two weeks next month, so hopefully he'll be there when the Hubby's off. We'll also visit the zoo and wild animal park. No idea yet whether we'll take the Cessna or go Delta; depends on loads.

    Those of you on my flist who are snail mailing subs to magazines know that postal rates are going up (again), and you should either put extra postage on the return envelope or use Forever Stamps, right?
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