Lazy Monday

Yup, it looks like it’s gonna be one of those days here at the Scalzi Compound. There are worse things.

17 Comments on “Lazy Monday”

  1. Even though it is Patriots Day, a holiday celebrated in Mass and Maine, I am at work. Instead of watching the Red Sox.

  2. Looks lovely to me. Enjoy the lassitude.

  3. Well I’ve just delivered 730 Euro-election leaflets and am now going to imitate the photo.
    Only another 400 to deliver this week, more next week. Yes I did volunteer and so this is not a complaint

  4. changterhune – Before you hear lies from Chang Terhune himself, we thought we’d tell you the truth: without us, his old action figures, he’d be nowhere. He loved science fiction from way back and began reading it at an early age, but it was through us that he acted it all out. That’s what led to the writing. He watched a lot of science fiction shows like Star Trek, U.F.O, and movies, too. But we were always there to do his bidding. And it’s like they say: you always forget about the little people on your way up. Oh, the 70’s and early 80’s with him were good times! He’d use these blocks and make all the crazy buildings for us to be in his stories. I gotta say the kid’s imagination was pretty damn fertile. Oh, he had friends, but they just weren’t into it like him. He was like the Lance Armstrong of action figures. And of science fiction. At first, when he began writing in the eighth grade, we didn’t mind. He still made time for us. And we knew that when he was holding us in his sweaty little hands and he got that far off look in his eye, he’d come back to burying us in the back yard or - god forbid! – blowing us up with firecrackers. But it was worth it for a part in one of those stories. We loved him for it. He kept us around even when we were minus a leg or two - or even a head. In that mind of his, he found a use for all of us. Then he discovered girls. October, 1986. It was like the end of the world. One day we’re standing in the middle of this building block creation he’d pretended was some marble city on a planet near Alpha Centauri and the next we were stuck in a box in the closet. Not even a “See ya later!” Nope, it was into the closet, then we heard some high-pitched girly-giggles then silence. We didn’t see him for years. We got word about him once in a while. Heard he took up writing, but it was crap like “The Breakfast Club” only with better music. We couldn’t believe it. Not Charlie. What happened to those aliens with heads he’d sculpted out of wax? Spaceships? Those complex plots? All gone. For what? You guessed it: Girls. Emotions. “Serious fiction.” I tell you, it was like hearing Elvis had left the building. During our two decade exile in the closet, we heard other things about him. He went to college. He wrote a lot, but not much he really liked. We knew it even then. It was like he didn’t dare write science fiction. Some of us had lost hope and just lay there. Others kept vigil, hoping for a day we didn’t dare speak about. Then we heard he’d stopped writing in 1996. Did he come to reclaim us? No. He took up music for ten years or so. He took up yoga. Once in a while, he’d visit us in the closet. But it was half-hearted. His mind was elsewhere. Then one day, he really did come back for us. One second we’re in the dark and the next thing we know we’re in a car headed for Massachusetts. Suddenly we got a whole shelf to ourselves out in broad daylight! Then he bought a bunch of others form some planet called Ebay. He’d just sit and stare at us with that old look. But why were we suddenly back in the picture? He had a wife now, who didn’t mind that he played with us. So what had happened? Turns out he’d never forgotten about those stories. He’d been thinking about all of us and the stories he’d made up and then remembered he’d been a writer once. From the shelf we could see him typing away. Before long he’s got a whole novel together! Then he’s working on another one. Word is there are two more in the planning stages! Some short stories, too! It’s good to see him using his imagination again. Its good to know he never abandoned us. He returned to his true love of science fiction. We hear the stories are pretty good. Someday we’ll get one of the cats to score us a copy of the manuscript. Man, it’s good to be out of the damn closet! --- I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me I'm smarter than you I'm harder than you I'm better than you I'm just raw I'm hotter than you More popular than you More clever than you And goshdarn it, people like me
    Chang di-dang-dang-dang

    Yeah, I’m following your lead on this one. Couch time with pets. And Fallout 3. Because America!

  5. Whoa, how old is Miss Daisy? Even factoring it being the end of winter, she’s looking a bit round. It looks like it might be time to switch her to either the senior dog formula, or the weight management version, of her food. Even factoring it being the end of winter, she’s looking a bit round.

    That, or get her a puppy to chase. That’ll slim her down right quick. :)

  6. That’s exactly how it was at the Taylor-Leon Guerrero compound this past weekend. Ben was away on the coast with a friend and his family, so we had the place to ourselves and just ended up doing one of those sloth thangs. Oh, I did the lawn and she did a little work on the tub, but yeah, it was very relaxing.

  7. It’s Easter Monday here in the UK and a lot of Europe so it’s a holiday. After food shopping this morning I sacked out with a book in the lawn chair after lunch – at least til the dark clouds and spitting rain drove me inside. Just a lazy day..

  8. I think the cat is photo-shopped.

    If that were an actual true-to-life and un-doctored photo, there is NO way the human would look that comfortable and have that much of the sofa/lounger to herself. :>)

  9. This is what I see pretty much every day when I get home: my roomate and her pets, in the living room, in these exact poses.

  10. For some reason this picture looks like something a replicant from Bladerunner would latch on to and keep, just to imagine it had a memory like this.

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