I lied...

I won't be done with The Beast Dines Out till I get back from Seattle...if I actually get to go. A lot depends on this storm that's barreling through. I'm on Southwest and they tend to have issues with delays and cancelations during bad weather.

But I uploaded part 11 to GayDemon and still need to write part 12, which will finish it up. And it is probably the most amoral thing I've ever written. Dirc and Irin are, effectively, serial killers planning to settle down and continue providing the Beast with humans for its intergalactic restaurant...without Dexter's excuse that he's only executing serial killers.

But that's what the story wants--a happy ending for my guys. And I'll provide one. For now. But I'm not publishing it in paperback, ever. If any story would get me into serious legal trouble, it'd be this one. How to Rape a Straight Guy is marshmallows in comparison.

I tried to find something to watch on Netflix, to clear my brain, but there is nothing that interests me. They all seem on the stupid or generic side. Fake and silly. That may just stem from my mood, at the moment.

I always loved Charade, with Cary Grant and Audrey Hepburn, but one day it came on TV and I was watching it...and I hated the opening dialogue and how the two leads reacted to that stupid water pistol. I had to turn it off.

But...I watched it, again, recently and I was okay with it. Enjoyed it. I still think the water pistol bit was ridiculous, but it didn't irritate me like it had, before. Maybe because it was in letterbox instead of full screen.

I saw East of Eden on TV for the first time and was seriously underwhelmed by the acting and all...but when I saw it in a theater in wide-screen, it blew me away...even though the background music drove me nuts.

Seems I'm turning into a full-fledged curmudgeon...