January 8, 2016: the day Roy Batty was incepted into the world as a service unit for the outer planets. Several years later, he’d return to earth in search of his creator and get retired, kind of, by one Rick Deckard. At least if you go by Bladerunner as opposed to Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?
I’m actually reading Androids right now, my first Phillip K. Dick I’ve ever consumed. Love it. Totally see why everyone loved him so much and was so sad when he passed. Crazy writer. He does stuff with unreliable narrators that is too much fun.
Anywho…today was a work day. Not quite as streamlined as I would have liked, but in the end it was extremely productive. I have a couple hours of work to do over the weekend to shore up what I was behind on bleeding tar dickhole times.
Did I lose you on the last sentence? Yeah, me too…the Ho hijacked my writing bloggy times while I was telling her about this episode of The X-Files where Krycek bleeds out tar alien on top of a UFO in an old missile silo. Cool stuff. Back to the run-down…
Yeah, so I gots some makeup work to do. Writing is going boss-status. LOVE my new chair. The ottoman we liked came in today, but I think it’s too big. Sad face. Anders isn’t a big chair, you know? Don’t want him to be overwhelmed.
That’s all I got, it’s bed time. See you kids tomorrow after today is lost, like tears in rain.