Oookay. . . .

Why am I craving Goldfish now? (as in the snack cracker, not the actual fish)
-M: You tell us.-
*shrug* I guess I'm in the mood. I've been hearing the Campbell's tomato soup commercial a lot, so I guess I want to put them in soup. Not Campbell's, though -- I've had Campbell's once, and it was SALTY AS HELL. Last thing that kind of soup needs is a salty snack cracker.
-D: To be fair, all soups have a fair amount of sodium.-
Yeah, but I've never had a soup as salty as that one. Bleck.
Anyway, work was pretty much dead today -- the presser's kid got sick, so he was out, my boss was out doing stuff all day, and there weren't a lot of customers, so it was basically me futzing around most of the day. I got my two pages on "Corpse Mask" easy, and got a good chunk of the way into "The Color of Magic." I'm really liking it so far -- the Discworld is freaking cool. And I keep giggling at Twoflower and his touristy ways. He's an insurance salesman! :D And I feel bad for poor Rincewind, who was apparently born into the completely wrong world. *wants to show him BTTF so he knows it IS possible to harness lightning*
-TD: No electricity in that world?-
Not that I've seen. Everything works by magic -- like their camera has a little imp in it that speed-paints pictures. Rincewind was actually HOPING for something more like our own cameras. Guy wants technology in a magic-based world.
-H: Hey, nothing wrong with magic.-
Not if you're accomplished at it, no. Rincewind knows one spell, and apparently its one of those doozies that could end life as we know it (tied to the space-time continuum, anyway), so he can't use it.
-H: . . . That would make life more difficult.-
-RPD: Has Death made an appearance yet?-
Yup! I was so happy to see him. He seems so cool, from what I've heard. And from what I've read so far, yeah. Looking forward to getting through the next chunk.
-VD: How about writing? Still stalled out?-
Yeah, and I know, I'm a bad author. It's just -- I dunno. "Cinder-Marty" and "Corpse Mask" are doing all right. . . .
-TD: So what are we supposed to do?-
Oh, come on, you have lives -- er -- outside of me. Sort of. *shakes head* Never mind that, you have friends!
-VD2: *sarcastically* What do you want us to do, have a slumber party?-
*thinks about that, grins* Hey, why not? The muse house is big enough, after all.
-HD: I love parties! I'll be in charge of refreshments!-
Uh, no, I think we'll order in.
-D: We're not going to mutate anything!-
We're inviting Narbonic and Changeling, correct?
-D: Er, if you say so -- we haven't agreed to this yet.-
*ignoring last bit* Then I can't let you in the kitchen in good conscience.
-DW: WE. ARE NOT. GOING. TO MUTATE. ANYTHING.-
-OD: Seriously, Victoria, once bad incident in the kitchen--
Thanksgiving Dinner almost ate us!
-OD: New year! Clean slate! *tentacles nodnod*-
-HD: *puppy eyes* Please?-
. . . . I'll think about it. Come on, let's draw up a guest list.
-VD2: We still haven't agreed to this. That said, why the hell not.-
That's the spirit. Okay, we'll have to see which of the other Docs want to come. . . .