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I realized like two days ago that I had bought a growler of mead in Indiana and the woman at the shop told me to drink it within ten or twelve days. That was the 6th. And it had to be hauled back in my lunch bag, not really proper refrigeration such as was recommended, so it's possibly not quite as good as it was. But I've decided it's not too bad. Anyone want to come help me drink this? It's a lot of mead to have to put down by myself in the next couple of days.

Indianapolis is mostly an amazingly desolate and depressing appearing place, all dusty and decrepit looking, but they did have a comics shop, record store, fair approximation of a pub, pretty decent barbeque place, music store (like, instruments and sheet music and practice or possibly recording room and which had been there since the 1930s), a venue for rock bands (Shonen Knife is going to be there in November!) and this mead shop all within easy walking distance of the hotel we had. The bookstore which someone from Minnesota had rated as one of the best in the Midwest was on a par with the absolute lowest rung around here.

BUT, they have a ZOO in that city! Which means it's a real city, I guess. :) When I found out there was a zoo I was all, "Zoo! We must go to the zoo!" Partly I was trying to get Eor's Niece fired up about something, because that kid is just odd. Not much affect. Although my doctor told me the same thing about me - she said the first time I came in she had no idea how much I was hearing her because my affect is so flat with people I've just met.

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Oh, I didn't post this? I thought I had.

News flash: Mead sneaks up on you. But, you know how they say that different alcohols give different results? Whiskey supposedly makes you belligerent, vodka makes you play your musical instrument better (I think it was vodka). Apparently mead inspires one to be efficient and find ways that tasks fit neatly together.

I depend on you, my friends.

Just before we left for vacation my brother Eightball sent me a link to a sci-fi story posted at some crazy rant site - Mysogi (Purification) - saying it reminded him of me. I finally finished reading it this evening. Not that it's a long story, it's just so goddamn dull and poorly written. I can't think of how to respond to him about it. My first impulse was to say, "I hope I don't write that badly!" Which comes off sounding completely egotistical, but what I mean by it is that I hope that if I do produce something so poor someone will thwack me up side the head and let me know what I need to do to improve. Please??

I'd love to send him something of mine to read in hopes that he could see some... difference, only my stories are probably not the kind of that that would interest him. Perhaps I should, as I have considered, make a cleaned up family version of "Absence of Madeline."