My day

Went to the bank today to final­ize the loan we’re get­ting to re-side the house. Like­ly some of the mon­ey will end up in the base­ment, too; we’ve got some mold in some of the dry­wall, and so that’ll have to be rectified.

Did some writ­ing tonight while the laun­dry was run­ning. There’s a “Clichés in SF” spe­cial issue com­ing up of Sub­ter­ranean Press, and I had an inter­est­ing idea today involv­ing a Mad Sci­en­tist, so I got about 400 words down. Snippet:

The eyes, Schulz mused, drew you in. They were Rasputin eyes, dark holes into the man’s dark soul. The face was rugged, hand­some in a three-days’-growth kind of way, remind­ing her of a col­lege room­mate’s boyfriend.

The black-and-white pho­to was a blowup off a gov­ern­ment ID, expand­ed slight­ly more than it should have been. Jagged square pixel­la­tions dis­tract­ed you, mak­ing it dif­fi­cult to see the face in full. For­est for the trees.

The fold­er next to the pho­to was as thick as the Sun­day Times. LEDBECKER, M. was print­ed on it in a font meant to sug­gest an out­mod­ed impact type­writer. A suc­ces­sion of white stick­ers were below the name, labeled Part 1 of 2, Part 1 of 3, and Part 1 of 4. Someone—Schulz sus­pect­ed it was Lipton—had scrawled Part 1 of a con­tin­u­ing saga in red felt-tip under the labels. 

Then I did some work on a PHP project that is com­ing up due. <geek>I had­n’t real­ized that it’s not nec­es­sary to do a mysql_close() when work­ing with a MySQL DB. Learn some­thing new every day.</geek>

And now I’m off to pick up the wife from work, and find out how her day went.

How’d every­body else’s day go?