The Inmates Run the Asylum

Not to be confused with baseball porn, though the way I drool over a particular player, it's kind of like that.

If you'd like to look at some pictures and read a few highlights from the roadtrip to KC, you can do so here and here.

In short, we had a blast. The drive featured a lot of billboards (there is so many boots and adult shops in Missouri along I-70), we stayed in a ghettofabulous hotel (condoms in the vending machine), ate some awesome barbecue (Gates FTW), baked in our fantastic seats at the game (right over the Cubs bullpen), ate a lot of breakfast (thank you, Denny's and Cracker Barrel), and ended up talking about taking another roadtrip before this one was done.

Last weekend, after a TMI conversation, Haley and I ended up taking Carrie to an adult shop because she'd never been to one. I don't know how that's possible considering I've been to several in two states. Not sure if I should brag about that, but I will. It was a giggly good time followed up by milkshakes at Steak n Shake. As you do.

Last night, Haley and her husband Matt took me to my first Cornbelters game. We had front row seats just to the left of home plate and stayed for the fireworks show afterward (which we got to go on the field for). It was awesome sitting so close and it's fantastic to have baseball basically in my own backyard (30 minute drive). I'm just sorry I waited this long to go to a game. I ended up buying a t-shirt to wear to Sunday night's game. I plan on getting a hat then.

(And Haley and I will probably rate walk-up music again. Mike Mobbs had the best, "Smells Like Teen Spirit", but we doubt he's old enough to have it.)

It's also free baseball night/Sunday Autograph night. We're going early to get the baseball and staying late to get the autographs.

I wonder if I can get the players to sign their names and their phone numbers.

I've caught myself doing a tiny regression back to my preteen Bop days.

It started so innocently. I needed someone to keep my ass on track writing-wise, to stare me into productivity when I felt like slacking. Well, it just so happened that about this time that Jeffrey Donovan posted a picture of Bruce Campbell doing the Sam Axe stare on his Twitter.

Light bulbs, bells, and whistles go off in my head. It's perfect! Just what I need to correct my slacking ways. So I swipe it, print it out, and mat it with a shortened version of my favorite SGA quote ("I cannot keep sitting here waiting for you to have an epiphany. I am losing the will to live."~Radek Zelenka. It's the marquee screensaver for both of my computers. I just used the first sentence for the Bruce picture). I framed it and set it up on my DVD shelf so it stares at me while I work. It's a pretty effective reminder.

Fast forward to November and NaNoWriMo. Early on in the month, TV Guide graced us with a gorgeous picture of Nathan Fillion, which Carrie tore out of the magazine and gave to me on the condition that if he became too distracting, she'd take him away. Well, it turns out that Nathan is a bit of good luck because I hit 50,000 words today. Now, I just have to finish the rest of the novel before the end of the month.

I'm pretty tired at the moment. You wouldn't think that writing can wear you out, but it does me, especially when I'm busting my ass on the word counts. I realized that I'm in dangerous territory and that with my 50K in the bag, I might be tempted to slack.

Cue the bells and whistles!

I go digging through my drawer and find a picture of Chris O'Donnell and LL Cool J that Carrie got from an EW, I think. It's now hanging up above Nathan, my inspiration to get me through the rest of November and the rest of my novel.

Come December, though, I think I'll be putting the pictures away (well, all except Bruce; he's my daily writing inspiration). I don't want to go back to wallpapering my room in people's faces.

My dad still hasn't forgiven me for all of the thumbtack holes from the first time.

I've been watching Venture Bros. before bed every night for the past several weeks and I have to tell you, I'm hooked on their crack.

More disturbingly, I'm getting much too emotionally involved in this repeat storyline than anyone should get involved in a cartoon period.

Also, I think Brock Samson is kinda hot for a cartoon character.

That's not right, is it?

Carrie got a package today that came UPS. It was not delivered by the UPS guy I know. The guy who used to have our route was named Marvin and he knew my dad, so he'd chat with me (and always speak to the cats) when he delivered packages.

Today was a guy I'd never seen, but I'm looking forward to seeing him again.

Carrie's sitting at the computer and I'm standing by the bathroom door, ranting about ELO (who the hell is Bruce and why is he bringing people down and why do they need so many keyboard players?), and through the screendoor I see the UPS guy, sitting her package down on the backstep.

Carrie said my face suddenly lit up and with good reason (but it confused Carrie). UPS guy is hot. He was tall, dark, and lucious (in Carrie's words and I agree).

We're now plotting on ordering something else through UPS so he has to come back.

Maybe the next time we'll be prettied up a little more and I won't be raving about a seventies band when he shows up.