greygirlbeast: (Narcissa)
Oh dear Monsieur Insomnia, fuck you.

I hate waking to important email, which is what happened this morning. The whole weekend has been email and stress and worse. But the good news is that everything seems to be working out for the better. It's not that I worry over nothing. It's that unless I worried so fiercely, everything would go to crap.

It's almost going to be warm today, but I'm trapped here inside the house. There must be work.

But! I have some very good news, even though I can't say what it is until Friday.

Yesterday, I took a day off. Pretty much. Aside from having to deal with email all day and night, and aside from being unable to stop obsessing over The Drowning Girl, I took the day off. It was cloudy and chilly, and all I did was ride along with Spooky while she did errands, but at least I wasn't stuck at this fucking desk. We went to PetCo for cat food, and I found a baby Nile monitor (Varanus niloticus) that I don't know how I got out if the store without buying. We took Les pacte des loup back to Acme Video on Brook Street, and rented three more movies: Das Boot (I haven't seen it in ages), Basquiat, and the third Ginger Snaps film. It was surely one of the oddest assortments the clerk had rung up all day. Then, East Side Market to get chili fixings. Then home again. And I packed some boxes for storage. The office is about to undergo a complete overhaul to make it more functional, and there's just not room for everything.

If you own so much shit, you have to rent a storage unit to hold some of your shit, you own too much shit. This is probably one of those distinctly American problems. Fucking absurd.

Oh, I also added a few words of text to The Drowning Girl, to which I can't seem to stop adding little bits. Truthfully, I need six more months with the ms.. I'm just not going to get it.

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The latest Question @ Hand has been posted. You may see it and answer here. All replies (unless you post them to Facebook) are screened and confidential. The ones I like best will appear anonymously in Sirenia Digest #65. I have some really good responses so far. Let's see more!

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Last night, we watched Daniel Alfredson's Luftslottet som sprängdes (2009). It's a very different film from the other two in the trilogy, essentially a political thriller and court-room drama. But very good. Still, I think my favorite is the first film. And we played Rift. I played Indus, my Eth warrior (reaver and beastmaster), and she reached Level 19. I'm not sure why I'm running three characters simultaneously, but I am learning how different races and classes work. We read more of Markus Zusak's The Book Thief, and I read another article from the new JVP: "A new pachypleurosaur (Reptilia; Sauropterygia) from the lower Middle Triassic of southwestern China and the phylogenetic relationships of Chinese pachypleurosaurs." Then...I didn't sleep. Well, not until sometime after five ayem.

And now, more photos by [livejournal.com profile] kylecassidy from the shoot Saturday before last, at the Harvard Museum of Natural History (including very, very rare shots of me and Kathryn together; my favorite is the last):

In the Museum )
greygirlbeast: (grey)
I wake up this morning to discover that Howard Hughes has been named a full partner, while CRK struggles on in anonymity. Where the fuck would those four be without me, I ask? But if I start complaining now, they'll send Herr Platypus around with hisherits venomous spurs. And sure, that can be fun every now and then, but I think I'm getting track marks from the toxin. So, I bite my tongue, do as I'm told, and try not the notice these little insults and trifling slights.

There comes a moment when one realizes she has too much on her plate, and that it's making her sick, and something has to change. I've had it happen twice before. But not in a long while. I always take on more than I can manage. That's just the way of things. But. Yesterday afternoon I finally reached the point where it was clear that something had to go. Maybe two somethings, but at least one. I am not well. And I am not well because there's is too much work and too much stress, and I have neglected my health. The only way I can hope to get well again is let up on myself a bit. So, to wit, yesterday I called Bill Schafer at Subterranean Press, and told him one of the very last things I wanted to be telling him. That I have to shelve The Dinosaurs of Mars indefinitely. It just isn't coming out the way I want, and there's not time to begin again, as August is already crammed with deadlines. He was extremely understanding, but asked to keep the book under contract (as they were just signed last week), since I do plan to get it written eventually. I agreed, and was very grateful for his patience. So, yes, shelved indefinitely. And I apologise to all those who have been eagerly awaiting this particular book. You're gonna have to wait at least another year, and maybe longer than that.

So, yeah, there you go.

I was still wide awake at 4:30 a.m. this morning, when I finally broke down and took an Ambien for the first time in days. Then some idiot with a leaf-blower woke me at 9:30 a.m. I swear to fucking...well, to whoever or whatever it is that formerly human atheist witches swear to...that this leaf-blower thing is going to drive me to become civic minded. The damn things are being banned all over the country. They destroy the soil, kill small creatures, pollute the air, consume copious quantities of fossil fuel, and damage hearing, and they're unregulated, and Atlanta is another city that can do without them. Buy a goddamn rake, people. Or let fallen leaves lie. Not that leaves are falling in July in Atlanta. These fuckers just blow dirt around, mostly. It baffles me. Truly.

I am pleased to report, though, that we're only about one third of the way through Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows.

Spooky just asked me to mention the eBay auctions, which I am now doing. Have a look. Bid. Help keep the platypus at bay. And so forth.

I have come to a place where exhaustion seems to stretch on forever, in all directions. I lie down, but cannot sleep. I lie still, but cannot rest my mind. My mind is working always, always gnawing, always remembering, even when drugged. Even in those rare hours of sleep. And so I am run ragged. And truly, it's not been this bad in years.

The LJ entries might be light for the next few days, as I try to reconstitute. Then again, they might not. I have to consider all that's left on my plate, and how to proceed from here. Oh, and Hi, Captain Susenko and Miss Maertens. Professor Nishi instructed me to bid you both a good day and thanks for the evening's company. And I do ever as the good Professor asks, as her name is on the masthead. Me, I just take up space in this skull.
greygirlbeast: (mirror2)
"Carbon dioxide... we call it life," TV ads say.

My thanks to [livejournal.com profile] mistressmousey for pointing me towards this one. Timed to coincide with the May 24th release of An Inconvenient Truth, a series of television ads hailing the proliferation of CO2 as a good thing.

Speaking here in my official capacity as Head Priestess of the Immaculate Order of the Falling Sky, as well as an avowed parahuman, I can only ask why you people are allowing these idiots to make the rest of you look even worse than you already do? Isn't there some point in this civilization where selfish, malevolent stupidity becomes punishable by death? I mean, before the big rock has to fall from the sky? The big rock, you see, is not unlike global warming and hurricanes and droughts. It doesn't distinguish between those who know better and those who don't. Yet, while the big rock is inevitable, given a long enough timescale...well, you should be able to figure out the rest.

Meanwhile, I found this somewhat amusing (misspelling and all):

Your Stress Level is: 81%

Wow! Not only are you extremely prone to stress, you're a total ball of stress these days.
And while times are certainly tough right now, being stressed out is not making it easier.
Your stress is effecting your relationships, career, and most importantly, you health.

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