All this and new movies, too

Today was a good day all around.

I started a new short story called "My Winter With Stanley" and made edit/rewrite notes for "Laundry" and half of "Stateline", two oldies I pulled out and dusted off to see if they were worth anything. Neither one is as bad as I remember and with a little work, could be decent.

Mom sent me new pictures of the Smurf. They capture her so nicely. One has her smiling and looking so sweet. The other pose has her smiling and looking as though she's going to eat your soul. I wish Mom had gotten wallets of the latter; this is the poo-flinging heathen I know.

I finished reading John Scalzi's Android's Dream. It was awesome and I've already got another one of his books on order.

And Dad's mood vastly improved from the day's prior (bullshit at work..I will not go into it). He got to tase somebody.

The guy got busted, ran, and Dad chased him down. He wouldn't stop. Dad warned him and he got zapped. Fell down a ravine flat on his face. Then started complaining that he couldn't breathe because he has asthma.

To which my father replies, "Son, I'm fifty-one years old and smoke two packs a day. I can't breathe either."

Dad also managed to hurt himself jumping the tracks chasing after that guy, but it all pales in comparison to running a guy down and lighting him up like a Christmas tree.

Dad's only got 18 months to go until retirement. The heat makes him miserable in the bullet proof vest and the shit going on behind the scenes keeps him perpetually pissed.

I say let the old man tase somebody once a week if it makes him happy.