We all fall down.

I've been up almost two hours now, but I'm not awake. There's a Red Bull in the fridge with my name on it. Tomorrow I think the labret will be sufficiently healed that I can go back to coffee, thank the gods. At any rate, this will ramble, because I'm not awake.

You'd have thought the bowl of leftover chili I had for breakfast would have helped.

Things went well yesterday. I did over a thousand words on "Untitled 20" (because I totally scrapped "Untitled 19" and started over). Then Spooky and I had a long walk. We saw neither woodpeckers nor crows. Spooky found a dime on the street. Back home, there was a package from docbrite, filled with all manner of wondrous things, including an assortment of Mardi Gras throws, a neon-pink alien finger puppet, two Elmer's Gold Brick Egg Pecan Melt-Aways, and a Le Fée Verte absinthe T-shirt from the Talk of the Cocktail lit fest, all of which helped to keep my spirits up. I went back to the iBook and wrote another thousand or so words, bringing my daily total up to 2,073 words. I'll easily finish "Untitled 20" today. I might even find a title for it.

Later, I did a Wikipedia entry on the basal anklyosaur Gargoyleosaurus parkpinorum, then we had the aforementioned leftover chili for dinner, then we strung blue lights in the hallway. We'd gone out meaning to rent Walk the Line, but all the copies at Videodrome were out and neither of us was up for the hell of Blockbuster. So we rented Tony Scott's Domino instead, which is actually an extremely cool film. Mickie Rourke is, well, whatever Mickie Rourke has become, generally a delight to watch, and Keira Knightly turns in a thoroughly satisfying performance. But the Tom Waits cameo alone was worth the rental price. Maybe we can find Walk the Line tonight. Anyway, after all the writing and walking and the movie we were too tired to wait up for the comet. Perhaps tonight. Perhaps this one will slip past without me seeing more of it than a couple of photographs, which would be a pity.

Oh, I'd meant to say, I was very pleased and surprised to see a clip from The Fifth Element in one of the montages during the Oscars.

Bill Schafer at subpress asked me to mention that we're down to the last 20 copies of To Charles Fort, With Love and the last 29 copies of Frog Toes and Tentacles. Also, I think subpress is still taking orders for the hardbacks of the False Starts and The Merewife chapbooks, but, alas, I have no links for those. Note, also, that I've agreed to do a Dancy vignette that will accompany the limited edition of Alabaster. This will not be an erotic vignette, but it will be a vignette nonetheless.

I have begun to dread the editorial letter for Daughter of Hounds. I was wondering when that would start.

A couple of quick science notes, both courtesy of sclerotic_rings. A second red spot has appeared on Jupiter, and Berkeley is now displaying the juvenile Triceratops horridus skull discovered back in 1997 (at first mistaken for a pachycephalosaur skull). I'm looking forward to the description which will shortly appear in the Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology. Okay. Time for me to go. The platypus isn't going to pimp itself...