So much mexican dip...

( The harrowing tale of why I have muchas Mexican Dip )

I watched horror movies all day. First Day of the Dead on SciFi. Not the best way to watch it, I admit, but it's still very satisfying to watch Bub shoot that goddamn Rhodes. Because, you know--fuck him! Even though Day is my least favorite of the three, I still think it's a damn good watch. Lot's of crazy people not holding it together very well. Good stuff.

Then P wanted to finally see the remake of Salem's Lot. I've been telling everyone how good it is since last summer, only now are people finally starting to take my word for it.

My novella editing is going very well; if I do say so myself. I've added a new character to enhance the hinky relationship between Cindy and the Lady Lawyer. LL gets an assistant who is actually in love with Sadie and has been since high school. It is he who reveals that Cindy is actually a cocaine dealer and that LL is deep in debt to her. That's why LL took Sadies case in the first place, and why she advised Sadie to plead guilty despite the fact that her "confession" was illegal. He also becomes her new lawyer and advocate, despite his conflict of interest. While this provides plenty of drama, I have to wonder if Sadie will be able to maintain a romantic relationship with an emotionally healthy person. Well, I don't wonder: I know. But you, the reader, should wonder. Anyway, I don't think I'll have any trouble adding the pages I need, nor should I have trouble reaching my second session goal for this years NaNoWriYear. I totally flaked on my first session, but I have a feeling I'll blow the next session away. Better still is the fact that all my recent good novel ideas came to me while I was straight up sober. I had been worried about that, since so many great ideas come to me via Sweet Mary Jane. So I suppose pleasing_tint will be glad of that.

On Monday I start at this employment rehab place that is supposed to help me not only find a job for now, but reach my long term goal of getting my teaching certs. They can help me figure a way through my loans and actually do something cool with my life. Which is not to say that I'm not still going to try to be published, but there's a big difference between getting published and making a living as a writer. So I need a solid back-up plan. I hear this will be a long and tedious process (kind of like reading this post) but I think it'll be worth it in the end. We shall see.

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water:

Big tough man with fishing pole kills giant mako shark by removing it from water!

But you know...it's still pretty scary. The top pic looks like one of the three rig sharks from Jaws. Sharks are fascinating, and even though they can and do kill people, we kill 10,000% more of them than they kill humans. While I hate the idea of films that stir up hatred of sharks, I can't stop watching them.

Nowadays, most of the really big sharks have been fished to death, they simply don't get to live long enough to get really huge. Lots of places protect them, but they still get tangled in fishing nets and in beach nets because they can't swim backwards. It's actually pretty sad. Not to mention that sharks are apex predators and fishing them out means an explosion in seal and sea lion populations. And THAT means that I have to pay more for fish at the grocery store. Okay, I'm getting off on a tangent.

My point is, you can kill a shark with a fishing pole. It's not really even that dangerous.
And while I'm outraged at the idea of anyone killing sharks for sport (including that damn Vic Hislop), I still am fascinated by these kinds of stories.

I mean Damn! Look at the size of that shark!