Lo, it lives!
Good news - I'm about a third of the way through Londinium. The book is happening here! I started chapter nine before finishing chapter eight, though, which is a problem because there is now an inconsistency in Dustin's location (he can't be outside a side room on the ground floor of a church and hanging out on the second floor by the organ keyboard with his old piano teacher at the same time. Well, maybe he can, but I don't know the extent of his non-existent magical powers yet).
Nobody comment and ask me about Dustin's magical powers. That was sarcasm. Note how I used the phrase 'non-existent.'
In other news, this week I plan to finally make the journey out to Scotch Plains to visit Dud's grave. I am debating whether or not to bring flowers, as my mother has decided to come along and she would probably think it was really weird if I did. Oh, well, I can always return later on my own and lay flowers down. (This is when you know you're obsessed, by the way.) Either way, I'm going, so don't be surprised if I return later that day and report that I cried like a two-year-old who scraped her knee when she fell in the driveway.
I've also progressed to saying 'good evening' to people during the morning and afternoon. Well, those people were my friends, but they got confused anyway, so I had to explain it was a Peter Cook thing. Whilst I'm still on the topic of Peter, he also led me to watch a documentary on bees the other day (which I normally wouldn't have watched). I have recently concluded that Peter was a bee whisperer and that he controlled them like Aquaman controlled sea creatures. (I actually drew a small picture of him with a bee on his finger that I'd love to eventually color in and turn into a Peter Cook: Bee Whisperer icon, which I'll do once my scanner agrees to work again.)
By the way, IndyCar update: Marco was on a roll recently, as fans of the series can attest, but yesterday he literally rolled over on the first lap when Tony Kanaan and Danica Patrick bumped into one another in traffic. Danica went one way and Tony went the other, and Marco was conveniently in the way of Tony, who bumped into him and flipped him over accidentally. Nobody was angry with each other, which was good, considering the trouble Tony's been in lately (did you see that fight involving Sam Hornish's dad?).
I am definitely drawing a 2007 season summary picture, complete with Dan vs. Danica, Tony vs. ...Sam's dad?, and Marco having to admit to his father that he crashed out again. Oh, and the dismissal of Jeff Simmons will probably be in there too (Ryan, his replacement, ain't half-bad, though). This'll be a fun one, I promise you...I'm just waiting on that scanner.
Nobody comment and ask me about Dustin's magical powers. That was sarcasm. Note how I used the phrase 'non-existent.'
In other news, this week I plan to finally make the journey out to Scotch Plains to visit Dud's grave. I am debating whether or not to bring flowers, as my mother has decided to come along and she would probably think it was really weird if I did. Oh, well, I can always return later on my own and lay flowers down. (This is when you know you're obsessed, by the way.) Either way, I'm going, so don't be surprised if I return later that day and report that I cried like a two-year-old who scraped her knee when she fell in the driveway.
I've also progressed to saying 'good evening' to people during the morning and afternoon. Well, those people were my friends, but they got confused anyway, so I had to explain it was a Peter Cook thing. Whilst I'm still on the topic of Peter, he also led me to watch a documentary on bees the other day (which I normally wouldn't have watched). I have recently concluded that Peter was a bee whisperer and that he controlled them like Aquaman controlled sea creatures. (I actually drew a small picture of him with a bee on his finger that I'd love to eventually color in and turn into a Peter Cook: Bee Whisperer icon, which I'll do once my scanner agrees to work again.)
By the way, IndyCar update: Marco was on a roll recently, as fans of the series can attest, but yesterday he literally rolled over on the first lap when Tony Kanaan and Danica Patrick bumped into one another in traffic. Danica went one way and Tony went the other, and Marco was conveniently in the way of Tony, who bumped into him and flipped him over accidentally. Nobody was angry with each other, which was good, considering the trouble Tony's been in lately (did you see that fight involving Sam Hornish's dad?).
I am definitely drawing a 2007 season summary picture, complete with Dan vs. Danica, Tony vs. ...Sam's dad?, and Marco having to admit to his father that he crashed out again. Oh, and the dismissal of Jeff Simmons will probably be in there too (Ryan, his replacement, ain't half-bad, though). This'll be a fun one, I promise you...I'm just waiting on that scanner.