Give Him a Kiss and a Big Advance

By God, I have two fabulous pieces of news. First, the amazing homebrewed ale I stuck in the Hoglodeck fridge a month or so ago is still fresh and tasty. Second, the music DVD I recorded, which doesn't work in my awful Panasonic DVD player, works just fine in the Hoglodeck's cheapo Sony.

Imagine. I have something like 1600 tunes on one DVD, and the machine holds 5. I should be able to keep my entire classical and jazz collections on three or four disks. And if I turn on the TV, I can see the file structure and pick the albums I want to hear.

I should just lay out there drunk for the rest of my life.

I'm not just drinking by the pool because I'm a fat lazy slouch. Oh, no. I'm finishing Treasure Island. I sent preliminary samples of the pirate book to my editor, and while he said he hooted out loud and disturbed people while reading it, they would like something with a little more pirate info and not quite so much wacked-out bullshit.

That Long John was a son of a bitch, wasn't he? Served him right, being named after a doughnut. Or a pair of scratchy wool drawers.

I'll bet he couldn't cook chicken planks for shit.

I'm strongly considering coming up with my own chicken plank recipe. I love those things.