Team pic of us Monkeys. What a motley lot. I don’t remember what I found so funny…

For some reason, I can’t get the hang of Scrapbook now that they’ve made it better.

I need to get to work. I’m still so tired and lazy.

Well… We lost last night. 11-15. Unstoppable Hucking Technique was pretty darn good. We played well, not our best, but not terribly. It wasn’t enough. They were athletic and they certainly out-handled us. Gosh, especially their ladies. I should take down their names now because I’d draft any of them. Disappointing, but still it was a good season.

Today, Nebula Weekend Day 1.  Good panels this far.  Better than some I’ve attended at the bigger cons.   And I’ve actually been having fun and talking to people and stuff.  Who would have thunk?  More about it all at a later date.

We won last night! We’re going to Finals! Heh, and they said we’d self-destruct. And I really hope we win, just to show ’em what a team from the weaker pool can do. I’m so proud of this team. I don’t think I’ve actually been on a league team that improved over the course of a season. Nice, very nice.

Unfortunately, Jennie got a bit unhappy about Nicole being tasked to take care of Gretchen. She took it very personally that we prefered Nicole on D. I don’t know what to do about this, if anything. Were we playing to win last night at the expense of fun? I don’t *think* so. Everyone else seemed pretty happy. No one was saying, “Jennie, stay off the field.” We were just saying Nicole’s the fastest of us girls and probably the smartest at playing. It was a smart decision, not meant to be a personal one.

Went out to play disc today anyway and played harder than I wanted. But I think I’ll be okay tomorrow. I’ve been playing okay lately. It’s really comes down to whether I put effort forth or not.

Work-wise, I’ve been useless since about 3pm yesterday. Blah. I’m just…blah. I’d like to take the week off, but I really can’t. I won’t get anything done Friday.

There’s stuff I need to get done about the apartment to, but I really just want to veg until disc tomorrow.

I dreamt last night that I had a layout D in our game tonight.

I also dreamt that we went to Hailey’s birthday party and she was very well-behaved.

Make of those two dreams what you will.

This week is nuts with league finals, Nebula weekend, and a birthday party.

I don’t know what to get for Hailey for her birthday, and it also opens the whole b-day gift thing. Eric and I had only done Christmas presents for the nieces/nephew when everyone was out of state. Now with Mark and his family living a drivable distance from us, we’re going to be invited to birthday parties, and of course we gotta bring a little something! But what about Lauren, Gwen, and Ben still in Omaha? It’s not that I don’t want to buy gifts, but gifts for relatives that you’re not too close to is tough. What do they have? What do they like? And what’s good to give that isn’t just more…stuff. And trust me, Hailey has a lot of stuff. I’m thinking maybe something art-crafty. And I wouldn’t mind doing something art-crafty with her Saturday night.

I’m avoiding some tough rewrite-y bits.

I’m sure I woke up this morning thinking it was Wednesday because of the multiple dreams about our frisbee game tonight. I’m getting nervous about it. I am PMSy though. I usually play my best when PMSy.

Want potato chips. Mmm, salt. I guess I’ll settle for some cashews and a banana.

We won all three games Saturday. Yay! Won by very nice margins too. Tom flew back early, unexpectedly. Eric and I were schlepping to the far fields when I looked over my shoulder and there was Tom. I did an honest-to-gawd double take. So we’ve made it to play-offs. Woot! We’re playing White on Rice tomorrow. They beat us in the regular season, but our team has really come together since then. And mean literally ‘since then.’ After that game, we started playing through the entire game. Alex started handling so well and Ryan started to wake up and really play. If we can take care of their women, we got it handled. Ooo, excitement!

Today I’m working on some rewrites, as usual, and doing a touch of housecleaning. I’m also working my way into a MySpace argument or two. One of which involving the dude that contacted me about gaming with us. Well, he asked what we all thought about jumping from writing project to writing project. Can I help it if I think you should finish projects, even if they become difficult? (No need to comment on that, Eric. Despite my resistance and laziness, I’m still here, still working on Model Species. If anything, I want to see this bugger done, through and sold more than any other book ever.)

Blech, that banana was kinda nasty, but I feel better now.

You know what would help my writing productivity? A wider monitor so I can do side by side edits. Yeah, that’s the ticket…

Link o’ the day:
Association of Renaissance Martial Arts which seems to include pre-Renaissance information too.

Also, I was going to post some run-downs on this year’s Nebula short work nominees, but really, I’ll be lucky if I have time to finish reading them much less post about them.  And Abagail Nussbaun at Asking the Wrong Questions does a better job of it then I would have:
Short Stories
Novelettes
I’ll link to Novellas when I finish them.

Pools for league playoffs have been posted.  We’ll play our hardest game last, it looks like.  At least Joanne’s team will be missing Dixon.  Or at least they better be missing Dixon, since we would have picked him if he hadn’t said he wasn’t going to be able to make playoffs…  But Red Hot Chilis might give us a game too, who knows?

Mushy, mushy brain. I need to pick something to work on. Yug. Just pick something, Katherine, and go with it.

We won our final regular season game, so we’re going into playoffs with one loss and a good point differential. That should put us in a decent pool…I guess. Listen to me writing like I know something. Didn’t do much last night aside from throwing a turn-over and catching a score. Disc today was a little better with a couple nice throws and some okay D.

I want a nap, someone to clean my kitchen, and to watch a rented movie tonight. Instead, work.