I’ve spent too much time this morning watching the news, flipping from Gustav to Political Coverage.  Both are making my stomach queerly anxious.  So I’ve promised myself I’ll stay away from the tv for the rest of the day.  And avoid both subjects on the web.

Hubby just came into the library to tell me he’s thinking about a final trip to “the homeland”, aka Shea Stadium.  And in 30 whirlwind minutes he had me finding flight info and picking a date.  He doesn’t quite “get” that I don’t think I should go with him; the whole having kids who need to get to school and such while we’d be off playing in NYC totally doesn’t bother him, since his first instinct is to ask his mom to take care of them for us.  I told him that I think he should ask his dad if *he* would like to go with hubby, and I’ll stay home with the kids.  So we’ll see how this all goes down, but I’m pretty sure that in mid-Sept, he’s going to be cheering the Mets at a home game for one last time in the original Shea.

Enough killing of time for the morning.  Laundry waits for no woman without growing exponentially. 

Still reading Eve Kenin’s “Driven”.  Feel asleep reading last night (too much wine after dinner), and haven’t had time to get into it today.

You can blame this rare twice-in-a-day blogging on the convergance of a movie that’s keeping Princess occupied post-dinner, and a second glass of wine.  As well as my current funky-funk mood.

I called big sis about 3 hours ago to do idle sis chit-chat, and found out that, overwhelming any scrap of sense I ever credited him with, her husband has convinced her to load the six kids in the car and go to Fort Morgan, AL for a Labor Day weekend.

Never mind the hurricane currently bearing down on the Gulf Coast, and the nightmare the roads can easily become if they evacuate surrounding areas.  Never mind the fact that the surf will likely be too rough for sensical people to entertain the notion of letting their children go near it.  And did I mention that they could end up getting stuck there through the first half of next week, and the kids could end up missing school (because back in their drier home 5 hours away, school will NOT be on a Hurricane Holiday.)

If Sis were at all looking forward to this weekend I’d say hey, at least they’re gonna get to have fun with the family peeps, but she’s the biggest storm-a-phobe I know, and I know she’s not having any fun.  I’d offer to pray for her, but the last time I did that, it didn’t work out so well for several hundred thousand people.  Coincidence, I’m sure, but I”m not chancing it again - esp not against the power of 100 mph winds.
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POLITICAL RAMBLING AHEAD - please feel free to stop reading now if you’d rather not hear me spew
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I am hopeful, so very hopeful, that this country is ready for a change.  Last night, watching Obama’s speach, I felt a flash of the sort of optimism I haven’t felt since 2004.  Both 2000 and 2004 I had quiet but emotional investment in the elections, and after 2004 especially I actually felt such a maelstrom of emotions : anger, hurt, dissapointed, and occasionally the brush of despair that so many people - approx half the US voting population, evidently, although it remains open to debate whether it was slightly more or less than half - could continue to support our path into darkness and wrong doing.  I realized sometime after this year’s Florida primary (which I wasn’t eligible to vote in as a registered Independent) that if ever a time had come to believe, maybe this was the time. 

This week, listening to Obama, I began to really accept that change is possible. 

And if it isn’t, I’m going to at least try to enjoy 9 weeks of optimism before I have to face four years of darkness that I know will follow if change does not come.
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Bedtime for Princess, and then a dirty kitchen awaits me.  And half a bottle of Chianti, and a long night of refreshing Weather Underground.

They totally left off the part where Crystal and I shared a bed in San Francisco!! I thought that would be the highlight of the interview.

She still rawks!

Editor Leah Hultenschmidt of Dorchester has a new blog, and in just a few posts it’s impressed me enough to move into my “Daily Don’t Miss” feeds.  (This used to be the Daily Top 25, but … ummm… I couldn’t stop at 25.) 

If you’re an author, whether you’re targeting Dorchester or not, this blog is starting off as one that is full of insight on publishing.  Check her post on book scheduling to see what I mean.

Ann Aguirre is having a contest on her blog.  Buy her latest release (Wanderlust, the followup to one of the best books I’ve read this year Grimspace), send her your Amazon order number (or other proof of purchase), and you’re entered into a drawing for $200 worth of books.

I loved Grimspace.  Seriously one of the greatest books I’ve read in the Sci Fi romance genre.  Can’t wait to get Wanderlust.

Kids are in school again this week after their Faycation.  Today my son gets to ride the bus home from school.  He’s 14, he’s a genius, this should be easy right?  Why am I so nervous?  My kids both walked to the neighborhood elemetary school, and I drove him back and forth to middle school.  Time to let go, eh?  He can survive an hour and ten minutes on the bus.  Mostly I worry if he’ll be able to find the bus, and stay awake to get off at his stop. 

I’m back on the treadmill for 30 minutes in the am.  Seeing how fabulous Robin looked in SF, and reading that it is mostly due to her hour long walks, has me pulling on the sneakers and picking up my feet.  Hubby has been out walking for 90 minutes every morning the past month.  I, myself, don’t do 95 degrees and 100% humidity unless someone is threatening life or limb of someone I love.  So, treadmill it is.  IBut I’m off my butt at least a bit every day, so I’m going to cut myself a bit of slack over my inability to cope with summer nature walks in the marsh.  Did I mention the marsh flies that swarm as soon as you start to sweat?  :cringe:

Via Suvudu -
“Here comes Gemini Division!

Distributed by NBC Digital Studios and produced by Electric Farm Entertainment, Rosario Dawson (Sin City, Men In Black II) is starring in a new internet-only driven sci-fi serial called Gemini Division. Like Dr. Horrible, you can only watch it on your computer. It is scheduled to be 50 webisodes told in 3-minute clips and unfolds what promises an intriguing, thriller of a story:

Watch Episode I: Eyes Wide Open of Gemini Division!”

It’s web TV, although the TV part of that title is misleading - this is programing by and for the web. 

Episodes 1 and 2 are up now, and take about 15 minutes to watch them together.  Very catchy, and left me wondering what is up with Nick?  And who is the strange man?

Not at all like Dr. Horrible (which was cheesy and funny and, well, had Nathan Fillion).  But Gemini Division is fun in a totally different way. 

Are we finally going to see the start of a new format of quality programming for a new media?  And what will they find to fill the average 118 TV channels received in the US if we are?

I’m over at the Samhain Blog today, blogging about storms and plans. Come say hi!

• @heidimoore And maybe call the union to let them know you’re being intimidated for reaching out to them. Yikes. #
• They say that waking up is hard to do (hums the Carpenters… puts on Nine Inch Nails to drown them out.) #

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• Made homemade salsa which is yum but now i can’t touch my face with my hands. How do I get the oil from the peppers out of my skin? #
• @annmariea34 @MelissaFrancis I sleepily support this motion. #
• @lillianfeisty Wheeee!! :happydance: #
• @JenniferLeeland Welcome home! #
• Dinner in the oven, time for a ‘relaxing’ 36 mile trip downtown through the storms to pick up my son from football camp. #
• Dinner done. Dishes done. Laundry done. Snuggle time with the Princess. #

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Woke up at 4:30 and couldn’t get back to sleep.  Decided to get up and write while the house was quiet, and stopped at my desk to boot up the laptop before I went to make tea.

Grimspace was sitting there where I’d left it after being drug grumbling from the privacy of my locked room the night before.

Never booted the pc, and never got around to making tea.  In the quiet of predawn, Ann Aguirre sucked me into one of the best books I’ve read in a long, long time.

Now I can’t wait for Wanderlust.