Day 129 / Ensconced in Biker Shenanigans
Listen, I know I'm required by oath to write on this blog for thirty minutes but I'm on my 11th episode of Sons of Anarchy and I just don't have the time. I've already ordered my leather jacket and will have my harley delivered to my house in Nova Scotia so I can start cruising on arrival.
I'm torn on the tattoo. Either my entire back or my entire face. I can see the pros and cons of both. I suppose I'll wait and see if we get a second season of Package Deal first. Unless I go with the full back tat, then I could conceivably go tomorrow. I'm all alone right now, just me and the dog and this show. Four days. All by my lonesome. It's good. I still have a ton to do but today was a good and necessary day off.
I have a lot on my plate right now as it is, I probably shouldn't also be planning on starting a biker gang. They call it a club but it's a gang. They shoot people these anarchistic sons, they're quite vicious. And when would I write? Between crimes? And would I have to ride the bike all the time? Even in the winter. Cause I"m all for danger, don't get me wrong, I'll throw down as well as anyone in an old fashioned gun fight. But slippery roads? Well, that's just an unnecessary risk.
I'll have to think more about this. Or just stop watching the show... at some point. I haven't even stopped it, it's still playing in the background. And don't even pretend I'm not paying close attention to the plot. Does this mean this entry will suffer? Perhaps. But it's my day off and fully taking advantage of that.
I got the dog carrier in the mail tonight and started trying to introduce it to the little bastard. I'm using treats. Treats and mental warefare. By the time we fly I'll snap my fingers and he'll gleefully jump into it.
Note: That's not going to happen.
I need a name for my bike gang. Something with primate in it. MPMC: The Mouthy Primate Motorcycle Club? It's not my best option but it's the first thing that popped into my head. I'll work on it. ... or I could stop watching this show.
I'm in a vortex. See, in my established daily structure, what I can't wait to get back into, is being messed with right now. I'm going to make it up tomorrow and get some work done on the novel but again, the last little while has been pretty full of dog shit errands. It'll all be worth it.
Okay, one more episode and that'll be the first season, I think. I'm not even going to review this one. It is what it is. Maybe I should get back to that anyway.