I just got back from driving my car around. I took my nephew up to the Mining Museum that's just a hill over. They have a train out front and a couple of huge pieces of equipment used way back when.

My car drive just fine, but that's the way it does: fine one day and no-go the next. Though today, there has been two new things. The back doors won't open from the inside. I thought somebody had turned on the child safety locks. I don't have child safety locks.

I miss video games. I spent most of my time writing, typing, querying, and so forth. I'm trying to get as much done in a day as I can because there are going to be days when I can't do a lot of writing related stuff. Also, there are tons of stories in my head that want out. So I'm usually in a hurry to get them done. It's like a conveyor belt, and I'm mass producing stories. This is not a complaint. I just want it known why I'm so busy.

This morning before I tried to go to bed -- I ended up watching a special on Oliver, a supposed Chimpanzee. He ain't human. He ain't chimp. What is he? -- I posted a pic of the Krampusse parade in Munich, Germany. People dress up in Krampusse, which are animal hides and they "follow Saint Nicholas from house to house in December each year to bring luck to the good and punish the idle."

I thought about so many little captions to add to the pic. Stuff from "The Pope has had enough" to "Santa is finally going to deal all with the naughty kids." I also thought about commenting on Pagan and Christian beliefs mixing, which of course has never ever happened before. No, of course not.

Oh well. Back to typing in a story.


  ¶ 4:25 PM