Zombies Are Just Waiting for Us
Apr. 28th, 2008 12:08 pmIt is apocolyptically hot here. Seriously, not even May and it's 95 degrees out. Writer's group met at the LA Times Festival of Books on Saturday, and after sitting outside for almost two hours, I could barely make it 20 steps into the booth area. I collected no free stuff. I browsed over very few books. In short, I was hot, cranky, annoyed at everyone with a freaking stroller and no sense of personal space (I love babies, well, I like babies in theory, and I adore the ones I know, but I have not so much interest in unknown babies and their parents and their paraphenalia and the parent thing where people don't exist in the same physical space as their kids and all their kids' crap!). So I left and went to the VALLEY. Where it was hotter.
( Personal and not zombie related. )
Also, I have officially watched TOO MUCH Criminal Minds as a nice, lost dude on Saturday asked me where a pay phone was on the UCLA campus, and I started recording everything he was wearing in case he was a SERIAL KILLER trying to catch me off guard. Sigh. I wish I were kidding.
( Personal and not zombie related. )
Also, I have officially watched TOO MUCH Criminal Minds as a nice, lost dude on Saturday asked me where a pay phone was on the UCLA campus, and I started recording everything he was wearing in case he was a SERIAL KILLER trying to catch me off guard. Sigh. I wish I were kidding.