Thoughts, prayers, and hope to any and all of those being affected by Mother Nature's hissy fit. When that woman gets hormonal, we all duck and cover. I think we're going to miss most of it, here, but I've got several friends coping with evacuation maneuvers and the hope for flood insurance.
Working on the lineup for 2013. Editing Evantide & Li, getting ready to dive into New Amsterdam novel #4, finishing up another novella, and generally running around on fire.
Good thing I LIKE fire.
Much love all.
And here... have some Tuesday Distraction on the house.
Live alone on the moon with only a year's worth of oxygen or live on Mars with plenty of oxygen but even more carnivorous Martians?
I'll take the moon for 1000, Dee.
Where's my ray gun? BRING IT ALIEN CREEPIZOIDS!
...lose your mind or lose your life?
Mind. Crazy is SO chic.
Life. It's worth nothing without clarity.
Be stranded in the ocean or in the desert?
Ocean! Bob and pray.
Desert! Skin poisoning looks good on me!
Watch your best friend get shot or kill your beloved pet?
Friend. We'll hope it's a flesh wound.
You've had a good life, Sparky...
...eat brussel sprouts every day of your life or drink a pint of buttermilk every morning?
Brussel Sprouts - with enough ketchup, I could manage
Buttermilk - your taste buds would go numb in time
...find true love or be a billionaire?
Love. What's money without someone to spend it on?
Money, honey. I can buy all the love I need.
Eat bull testicles or monkey brains?
I'll take the bull's jewels.
Have sex with Hitler (the non-zombie version) or make out with your sibling for half and hour?
Hitler. I'll close my eyes and try not to think of gas chambers.
Incest is best.
Be reincarnated as a sea turtle, a hippo, or a polar bear?