There's always a critic...

As I have mentioned before I am taking a class at UOG. It may be the first in a series of classes that MIGHT lead to a Masters Degree in English. This one is a writing seminar. I have been working on a fiction story set in a post-apocalyptic world. I submitted it to the class for constructive criticism last week. Apparently I use too many conjunctions, I don't let my readers think for themselves, and my writing has a lot of Freudian (or maybe Jungian) influences in it. However they all want to read the rest of the story. I guess they like it, even those who never read science fiction.

Gordon and I are working on an oil processing unit. We need to filter the used vegetable oil to get the chunks out. Yesterday we tested the first unit for leaks and found one. Tonight Gordon tried filtering oil using a smaller system he threw together and realized that the process will take longer than he expected. He is not patient.

Wakana and I went out to buy some stuff we need and to see a movie. We saw Ghost Rider, a predictably foolish movie but fun for someone like who has no trouble suspending his disbelief. Can't see how they got Nicholas Cage to do it. I liked the special effects.