It also means that it’s my friend Bret’s birthday:
Last night, SaraRules! had to work late. She was going to get home after it was time for Team DiVa to start getting ready for bed, so I asked Galadriel to come over and lend a hand. She did. And I was very grateful, especially since last night was also
Adventure Baby Splash Zone bath night for the girls.
When she got home, SaraRules! fixed jambalaya for dinner. We ate and watched TopGear, Hawaii Five-O and Castle. TopGear was… TopGear, as it should be. I fortunately stumbled onto the Hawaii Five-O episode; it was the first of a two-part crossover with NCIS: Los Angeles. And the Castle episode was a zombie-themed episode, of which SaraRules! stated:
This may be the best episode of Castle ever!
It was rather fun.
|| PAUSE ||
Davis took a deep breath. He told the others that it was just to center himself. It wasn’t. He’d been calm and focused since he entered the garage. He had to be. There was a lot riding on his part in this. He held the breath for a few seconds before exhaling slowly.
The others were talking. He wasn’t paying too much attention, but he could hear the anxiety in the new kid’s voice. Part adrenaline, part fear. Hopefully, the adrenaline would give the newbie enough of an edge to stave off her fear. On the other hand, Flynn wouldn’t have let her tag along if he didn’t think she could pull her weight.
If she’s good enough for Flynn, that’s good enough for me.
Davis closed his eyes and took another deep breath. He held it a little longer this time.
All the chatter stopped as an someone’s alarm beeped.
“Time to go,” Flynn said.
Everyone shouldered their gear and got into the van.
Davis got up, stretched and made his way over to the driver’s door. He climbed in and closed the door. He reached over his shoulders and pulled the harness down, clipping it into the buckle. He flipped switches on the dashboard and gauges flared to life. Looking over the instrument cluster, he cinched down the harness.
Check… check…check… he thought, as he looked at the readouts.
“About set here,” Davis said.
“Roll when you’re ready,” Flynn replied evenly.
Davis reached for the cable in the center console. His hand ran down the cable until he reached the jack.
Deep breath. Hold.
He plugged the jack into the port at the base of his neck. The instrument cluster gauges dimmed as images of them painted themselves in his field of vision. He exhaled slowly…
…and the engine revved, dying down as he finished exhaling.
“We’re gone”, he said and pulled out into the night.
> PLAY >
- Spam is down, but malware is as hot as ever, Symantec finds
- Excerpt from The Middleman: The Doomsday Armageddon Apocalypse
- Lawsuit against ‘Three Cups of Tea’ author dismissed
- I really wish that Google would add one thing to their Gmail account creation documentation: The part that says that Gmail doesn’t always parse dots/periods between user names.
- Role to Role, from Sherlock to ‘Star Trek’
- From the “Whiskey Tango Foxtrot…?!” file: Woman stops child ‘sacrifice’ in San Diego cemetery
- Amanda Palmer: The new RECORD, ART BOOK, and TOUR
Quote of the Day
While I promised the person that the quote would remain unattributed, I had to share this:
Concubines usually get paid.
Which as I recall, isn’t necessarily true (unless you count the whole “I’m not having you beheaded” thing), but was still amusing.