My Mother the Pop Culture Goddess. Not.
Feb. 27th, 2004 08:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lagilmanSo my mom, who is a much better proofreader than I am, did my second check on the proofs for Staying Dead And I got back her notes, which were mostly useful things like punctuation and grammar (she's much more formal-rules about that than I am). And along with those notes there were a few sidebar comments.
Like "What's a MacGyver?"
Okay, so she didn't watch too much prime time television during the 70's and 80's, with three teenagers in the house and a full-time job to boot. It surprised me, but it didn't astonish.
And then a few pages later I came to "Who is Jim Morrison?"
"The Doors?" I say to her. "The Lizard King?"
Total noncomprehension.
I love my mom. I really do. I told her to stick to grammar and punctuation.
In other news... there is no other news. Actually had the window open this afternoon, to get some fresh air into the house. Pandora went nuts, so I finally had to close it. I think every winter she forgets there's actually an outdoors out there. Still working on a client project. Still trying to recover from minor bout of chocolate poisoning. Trying to convince myself I really don't want another can of diet coke. Trying to remember why it was I quit smoking*, 'cause I really really want a cigarette.
Life as usual.
* oh, right. Because then-boyfriend-now-spouse made me choose, him or cigarettes. Most days I'm pretty sure I made the right choice.
Like "What's a MacGyver?"
Okay, so she didn't watch too much prime time television during the 70's and 80's, with three teenagers in the house and a full-time job to boot. It surprised me, but it didn't astonish.
And then a few pages later I came to "Who is Jim Morrison?"
"The Doors?" I say to her. "The Lizard King?"
Total noncomprehension.
I love my mom. I really do. I told her to stick to grammar and punctuation.
In other news... there is no other news. Actually had the window open this afternoon, to get some fresh air into the house. Pandora went nuts, so I finally had to close it. I think every winter she forgets there's actually an outdoors out there. Still working on a client project. Still trying to recover from minor bout of chocolate poisoning. Trying to convince myself I really don't want another can of diet coke. Trying to remember why it was I quit smoking*, 'cause I really really want a cigarette.
Life as usual.
* oh, right. Because then-boyfriend-now-spouse made me choose, him or cigarettes. Most days I'm pretty sure I made the right choice.
