The Mysterious and Tense, Yet Somewhat Psychedelic, Story Of Mostly Purple Patty And The Meatloaf Of The Damned

…co-starring her best buddy, Orville Sweetcracker

Doc Update

Time for an update about life here at the D&G Cross Home For Wayward Basset Bitches. I haven’t been doing these as regularly as I used to, so maybe this will be the start of renewed personal updatage. Or not.

Healthwise, I’m now taking blood pressure meds due to my previously excellent BP going a bit high recently. I’m only taking half a pill a day, so I guess I’m not in danger of keeling over any time soon. I’ve also been told that my blood sugar is “nearly into the pre-diabetic range”, which pretty much means “lose some weight, fat boy!”.

Grace’s low level diabetes has cranked up a notch, so she is taking pills now and keeping a much closer eye on her numbers with twice daily tests. She has lost something like 75 pounds over the last year or so, but will keep on losing until things improve.

Winker is still taking her blood thinner and her diuretic, so she is doing pretty darned well for a dog who was so close to death just about a year ago.

Lucy and Sasha are as healthy as can be. In fact, our efforts to fatten Sasha up just a bit (she was very skinny when we adopted her) have not beeb as successful as we hoped. Being a “sporty” basset, she just burns off calories at a hell of a rate. Still, we have gotten her to a point where you can’t see her ribs.

Jobwise, things are still the same, which means we will be on our Adventure In Poverty until we either get fat raises or win the lottery.

One speed bump in our financial road will come when I am off work after my shoulder operation in March. That will be about 6 weeks, depending upon how well my physical therapy goes. Things will be very tight on the money front for awhile.

Gardenwise, I don’t know if we’ll have a veggie garden this year. Between the goofy ass weather (as in NO WINTER!) and my surgery/recovery, we’ll probably just have a couple of tomato plants and maybe some green beans.

In gaming news, I’m looking forward to my annual trek to Dundracon. It will be good to be immeresed in geekdom and hang out with my tribe for a few days. Beyond that, I’m planning on getting my gaming group together in late April for some regular roleplaying again. I’m not sure what genre we’ll play in, but some sort of Pulp Era game sounds good.

Hark! I hear certain hounds telling me that it is time for walkies. More bloggage soon!

The Way Funny, Yet Also Deeply Insightful, Story Of Mostly Purple Patty And The Giant Popcorn Ball

…co-starring her pet jerboa, Dennis

Holy Crap, Batman, An Actual Blog Post!

Hopefully, this will get me back to regular posting. First up…

New fiction up over on the fiction blog! It’s the Second Series of After The Change Came and it’s not written by the alternate Doc Cross who did the first one. Of course, anybody who hasn’t read the first series might get all confused, so that one will be available in it’s entirety on the Dociverse web site (http://www.thedociverse.com/#axzz1fDhhS3mH) in just a few days.

Healthwise, the injection of steroids that the Orthopedist gave me a week ago seems to finally have taken effect, since my arm/shoulder is much better now. Still not 100% and I had to postpone an MRI today due to a panic attack, but I will be back at work as soon as this work restriction is over on Tuesday. A good thing, too, because cabin fever was making me crazy.

In other health news, Grace has fully recovered from her broken arm and Winker is feeling better after a rather debilitating session of being in heat. Lucy is, as always, physically healthy while mentally she is our little Neurotic Nelly.

I am on Twitter as DocCross now, so you can follow me and stuff

I may well be on track to run two official games at Dundracon this year. I’ll know more in late January. If you come to the con, try to get in one of them.

Gotta go hit the sack now. More bloggage soon, my little hamsters.

A Cute Newt In A Zoot Suit Had Plenty Of Loot And Fruit To Boot

…but he had scoot

Grace Update: My Sweet Little Broken Armed Gingerbread Cookie Of Passion tool a 2 mile walk this morning up to the McDonalds to get an Egg McMuffin. she did well, although it tuckered her out and she’s now sleeping like a comatose log.

Dog Update: Winker & Lucy are healthy and spoiled. They have both been VERY good girls sincr Grace broke her arm. Oddly enough, they are also sleeping just now.

Doc Update: I’m doing fine healthwise, but mentally I’m going “AAAAIIIIEEEE!!!!” because of tending to everybody here at the old homestead AND dealing with idiots at work AND psyching myself up for the dive into doing even more writing AND getting ready to do self publishing of PDFs. However, I’m NOT asleep right now.

Would You Like A Big Bowl Of Suck With Your Birthday Cake?

…well, you’re getting it anyway!

Yesterday, My Sweet Angel, Grace, fell and broke her upper right arm. Today is her birthday.

Great googly moogly, what a day. Only got to sleep for about 4.5 hours. Have been assisting Grace, shopping, etc, etc. will sleep well tonight thanks to my old pal Guinness and my recent buddy, Exhaustion.

Grace is doing better. She saw an orthopedist at the clinic a short walk from here and he gave her a better arm restraint. Her Vicodin pain pills seem to be working well.

George, The Little Gnome Who Could Get The Job Done

…but instead said “screw it” and went back to bed

And speaking of going back to bed, I wish I was. Instead, I’ve been up since 7:00 and will soon be on my way to my regular Monday morning Anti-Psoriasis UVB Shake & Bake. After that, of course, comes work.

Those of you who have been following the Doclopedia posts know that a while back I did the entire alphabet. Last night, My Sweet Little Honey Dipped Cinnamon Donut Of Love expressed her amazement over this. She also noted that it was extra work for her as Webmistress Extraodinaire over on The Dociverse website.

I figured that it was time to drop the next bomb on her.

Starting as soon as I finish The Undead week, I’ll be doing The United States Of America week. Yep, all 50 states. Hell, I might even throw in Guam & Puerto Rico, too.

Because, ya know, my wife doesn’t have enough web wrangling to do already:)

 

 

 

 

Chapter 357: In Which Our Hero Inadverdently Triggers A Werewolf Apocalypse

…it’s time to move on from zombies and vampires

The above lycanthropic micro-rant was inspired by cappadocius

Adventure Poll Update: 12 of you have voted. More of you should. Poll will close tonight.

Website Stuff: I have found that my stores of gaming writing stuff are indeed of legendary proportions. I should be able to start the website with lots of gaming goodness. Actual startup of the site will depend upon My Sweet Angel, Grace. She is a very busy and very stressed woman these days, but I think this weekend will see our first sit down discussion about the site. Mostly, that means I tell her what I want and she replies to me in a mix of English and Techese, to which I mostly nod as tho I understand her.

Expect a poll about the website very soon. I need to get a hook on what people want to see and/or lay down cash for.

Gotta get ready for work. More blogging later.

My Life Among The Women From Another Planet

…aka my wife and avylou

Ok…gotta explain the above. See, both my wife and my best buddy, avylou, had very different childhoods from me. Grace was raised in a very sheltered life by Catholic parents who, during her early teens, whisked the family off to Iran to do missionary work or something. Avylou had a more normal upbringing, but seemed to have not paid the normal American teenager amount of attention to stuff like rock & roll or partying.

Also, both of them were what you’d call “good girls”…good being rather relative.

Anyway, I was the typical American teenager: all about the sex, drugs & rock & roll. Also, I was a Class Clown, a Bad Boy and a Disruptive Influence all rolled into one. I was about as different from either of them as a pangolin is from a potato chip.

The “alien women” joke comes from the fact that I will make statements that I know are pretty common knowledge to folks of my generation and yet they won’t know what I’m talking about. Sometimes avylou will say, “I think I’ve heard of that”, to a comment about, oh, something like the Rolling Stones at Altamont or windowpane acid or somesuch, but from Grace, I get the “Huh?” look. It gives me a sort of “just stepped into the Twilight Zone” feeling.

So, in retrospect, I reckon I was destined to marry one of them and have the other as my best friend. Opposites attracting and all that.

Damn…that explanation went on longer than I thought.

Desmond Never Quite Knew What To Do With The Bodies

…until he learned about wood chippers

Poll Results: In the Writing Poll, the clear winner is the modern day OTE style setting. I shall begin writing it tonight and I will keep a running diary/designers notes bit going here. I look forward to your comments, suggestions and criticisms.

So far, on the Alphabet Poll, X is the letter to beats. However, that’s based on less than 10 votes, so y’all have plenty of time left to vote for your favorite letter as my jumping off point for my new daily feature, People, Places & Things

In non-LJ related news, my Sweet Angel, Grace, is sick with a head cold. She stayed home from work yesterday and today to rest and medicate. Hopefully, she will be feeling better by tonight.

I’m in good health, aside from the pain of breaking in a new pair of shoes, which with my bigass extra wide feet is always a chore.

Winker is in excellent health and spoiled quite rotten. We have been supplementing her dry dog food with a delicious lentils, squash and beans mixture, but tonight, we switch over to an even more delicious Dog Rice made with rice, chicken, sweet potatoes and a touch of curry powder.

Now, I must run to my appointment with Dr. Yen’s UVB Light Booth Of Doom.

More bloggage later.

Terrible Toads

…mean and violent they was, guv

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, GRACE!
You are the best, sweetheart!
I love you.

Nuclear Powered Pogosticks With Optional Laser Beams

…it’s what the cool kids hop around on

On Monday, my Sweet Angel, Grace, will be 50 years old. I’m pretty sure there was a mistake somewhere, since she seems much younger to me.

Anyway, since Mondays suck for birthdays, The Girls and I are going to spirit her away for a day of random fun tomorrow.

In other news, we are eating tomatoes like they are on the verge of disappearing forever…except that they aren’t. In fact, they are ripening faster than we can eat them (altho, every BLT is still great and we’ll eat them as long as we can), so I forsee myself cooking up tomato sauce real soon now.

In case any of you missed my messages before: If you are going to GenCon, give me a call from the con. Yes, I know this is masochistic of me, but what the hell. If you need my phone number, send me an email.

And now, I must smooch the wife and pet the dogs. Don’t wanna mix that one up again, cos I hate dog hair in my mouth.