A Long Time Ago…

I know I am not the first to say this, but George Lucas cannot write romance to save his life. he writes romance the way Stephen King writes endings. As mentioned in my previous post, I am ill and sitting on my couch. Pretty as the snow covered Canadian landscape is, one does grow bored of looking out at it constantly...so I am now into Episode III of a Star Wars marathon. Lucas is second to none in writing multi-pronged battle scenes. He is the Master Jedi as he flashes between fights going on simultaneously in space, on the Endor Moon and the light saber duel in the new Death Star. However, watching the smile on Han's face after discovering that Luke is Leia's brother without so much as a double take... In the prequels, the romance [Read more...]

Kids

Was not going to be online today, but I am sitting alone with the Doberman in the car as my date for the day has gone into the barn to check on her horse. The Doberman is not happy. I am feeling much better. Still have to cold but this morning is the first time in four days I have felt well enough to go out. Called my kids this morning and they got flooded with gifts (as predicted) by their mother. That's only the beginning as they will be off to their her parents later today as well. That type of excess that they are going through today always bothers me. Not much I can do from here. I guess this is the punishment for picking badly on relationships. I miss my kids something awful this morn...but I am scared to think of the mess I would [Read more...]

Foos and Macs

It is 23:45 and I'm waiting for my meds to kick in. Thanks to a cold or something I picked up at the office on Monday, just was not in a writing mood at all today. Back on my horse tomorrow, though... Or as my old fav cliche goes, save a horse, ride a cowboy. A little too cold for my cowboy hat at the moment, but the stallion Percheron and other five horses in the barn will appreciate the break. Tonight's sleep music is a mix between Fleetwood Mac's Behind the Mask...the one were they replaced the stoned Lindsay Buckingham with two guitar players...and the Foo Fighters' In Your Honor (note, the missing 'u'), Disc 2. Fleetwood Mac has this uncanny knack for song writing. With or without Buckingham, everything they did grows on me if I [Read more...]