Reality, Get a Grip on Me!

As I wandered yesterday in a writing daze I managed to lose my car.  Yeah, really.  And I don't mean like in a big parking lot or anything.  I went to the bank, to do bank - like things, PARKED the car there, then WALKED over to the post office to do PO-like things, then walked out of the PO and into their parking lot, and stood there dumbstruck while I tried to figure out where my car was.

I was two seconds from reporting my car stolen when I happened to see it sitting in the bank's parking lot, right next door.  I imagine it was thinking, "Owner!  Owner!  Here I am!  If only I could draw attention to myself somehow - nevermind that fact that I'm hulking piece of machinery directly in your line of sight!"

Sigh... so what's your story?  Do you ever indulge in acts of idiocy while an awesome scene is playing out in your head?

An Irish Factoid: The Wearing O' The... Orange

Just a little blurby today on something I learned not so long ago.  Technically, becuase my Irish roots have a Protestant base, I should wear orange on St. Patty's day, instead of green.  Protestants generally supported William of Orange, hence the assocation.  However, I usually don't get the chance to explain that before getting pinched, so I wear the green.  Plus, good luck finding an orange St. Patty's Day shirt in Ohio.  A random fun Irish history / genealogy page for to poke around today, if you're Irish, or even if you're just feeling Irish today:

http://homepages.rootsweb.ancestry.com/~julieann/st__patrick's_day.htm

From the Mouths of Babes (& Wrinkly Old Women)

I adore reading.  I do it constantly and voraciously.  In my exit speech for my English Literature seminar class I asserted that I want to die crushed under a bookcase full of good books.  Ten years later I'd like to amend that to being knocked unconscious first, so that the slow death of internal bleeding takes place while I'm off cavorting in fields of glee (in my brain, anyway).  Also, if those books could all be published titles written by me, that'd be pretty cool too.

I read across genres and I've noticed a lot of not so conventional wisdom being spouted from stock characters in my reading experience.  It seems that wide-eyed ethereal children and ancient minority women have a monopoly on cosmic knowledge and cleverly dialogued common sense.  For the record, I'm not tired of reading about these characters.

But just once, I'd like to see an overblown, pit - stained lawyer with onion breath be the voice of truth in a novel.  Wouldn't that be... different?