Hello again, my lovelies.
I didn't have a chance to write last evening, but I can tell you that I have produced my next column for Frank magazine. I need to do a last edit during my lunch hour tomorrow before I send it in to Andrew.
The column is my usual mix of news and commentary and snottiness. Andrew likes it when I am sarcastic, and I like to keep him happy. The news pieces are about a new show that one jock is starting, another jock leaving a show, and a couple of other things. My rant is especially pointed this time. I am looking forward to next Monday, when the column goes live. I hope it engenders lots of discussion.
We stopped by Costco after work this evening. We hadn't been there in a few years. We have renewed our membership and plan to go back again, soon. As usual, there are items there that one wants, others that one can justify, and yet others that you can imagine yourself having and enjoying, but which would end up being overkill. Who needs a box of Shreddies so large that they would feed the clients of Hope Cottage for a week? Other than the participants in a chilli eating contest, who would ever require a 48 pack of 3-ply toilet paper? Who has time to watch every episode of The Waltons on DVD? I could go on.
We got back home, not having purchased anything. I came down here to my home office, printed off the column, and returned upstairs to commence editing it. At 9pm, we watched The Flash, which gets better and better every week. By the end of its first season, it should be the best television program ever made, regardless of genre.
Now, it's nearly 10:30, and I have to turn in for the evening, just as soon as I update something I saw on Facebook earlier today. People are discussing an anthology called "Before the Golden Age", edited by Isaac Asimov. I have a copy of this fine tome, and want to get a picture of me holding it on that FB page to show off a bit. I am such a cad.
You guys have a good evening. See you tomorrow.