Look into the workings of my mind, watch your step.

[melo_annechen]

• Research why the file gave the list but not the tracks. This will have to wait until Sunday, as Hyperactive Lad claimed the computer after I got home.
• Clean Out The Freaking Car, You Moron! Guess what I’m doing at lunch!
• Check on the registration renewal Guess what else has to get done at lunch! If I have time, oy.
• Research Flemish/Belgian turn-of-the-century military customs and how H & P met. Oh, give me a reason to read Dame Agatha this weekend.
• Let my Catering Sensei know I will be out of pocket most of the weekend. Non-issue, as there is nothing planned this weekend
• If I do not pick up the comics, call Grand Adventures and let them know I haven’t forgotten. [Monster House Reverb] DONE! [/MHR]
• Keep up the momentum on Chapter 13. Remember to pack the notebook for tomorrow. In addition to packing everything else I need for tomorrow…
• Get the black-and-whites into the detailing bay at the shop, but not at the same time. Police cruisers, not cats. Also block out the escape route, and for Gnu’s sake, find the smut!

Edit: I still haven't found my mixdisc for when I hate radio, but I found the one Louis made for me with the Triplets of Belleville and Pepe and the Bottle Blondes.

Comments

[blueeyedtigress.livejournal.com]

Very cool, thank you!

But I really am fond of maps. I was wondering if this tale is based in a real-in-this-world geographic locale. Or if it's one you can see in your head but doesn't correspond to here/now. In either case, I'd love to see map of the area. Y'see. %]

[annechen-melo.livejournal.com]

hmmm... the physical locale is based on the topography in Knox County, with the kind of ridges that take a mile of road to go up 50 feet, and the red-orange clay that gets scraped away when the road is widened, and the newcomers to the area that build right under the ridge that only has kuszu holding back the landslide.... They don't know it's not the landslide that will eat the house, but the kudzu....

There's also a history of a population made up of road racers decended from whisky runners and police (sometimes in the same branch of the family) and the kind of people that can navigate in space well because they already have to give driving directions in three dimensions.

[sff-corgi.livejournal.com]

Apparently somebodies are experimenting with agricultural kudzu down thisaway somewhere, after the example of the Japanese.

I think they're nuts. It's kudzu.