Coffee in my MYSTERY! cup.

[greygirlbeast]

The silver lining to editing the Daughter of Hounds manuscript is that it doesn't have to be done at my frelling desk. I can edit anywhere. On the sofa, on the chaise, in bed, in the bathtub, at San Francisco Coffee, in the frelling park. Of course, so far I've only actually edited on the sofa, but it's nice knowing all those other options exist. In theory, if not in practice. Anyway, yesterday we did Chapter One, as planned, which changes the Zokutou page meter as follows:

114 / 691 (16.5%)

Bit by bit, we advance. Also, I did some editing on "Highway 97," though there's still a tiny bit left to be done before I send the ms. for that chapbook away to Subterranean Press.

If you missed my comments re: Silent Hill (the film, not the game) and are in any way interested in reading them, just click here. After the movie, Byron and Spooky and I stopped at Fellini's in Candler Park for slices, then headed back to our place to see the new ep of Dr. Who. And Byron met Chiana Marshmallow Pipsqueak for the first time.

stardustgirl kind of scooped me on this, but I'm not gonna let a little thing like that deter me. Click here for an amusing and somewhat prescient vintage Alka-Seltzer commercial. "You know, we wouldn't have invented a disease unless we had something to take for it." Indeed. Here we have spoken the unspoken maxim of the present-day American pharmeceutical and medical establishments, especially those branches dealing with psychology and psychiatry. Here we have a very reasonable explanation for the recent proliferation of acronym-annointed disorders: Social Anxiety Disorder (SAD), Seasonal Affective Disorder (also SAD), Adult Attention Deficit Disorder (AADD), Acute Stress Reaction (ASR), Adjustment Disorder (AD), Separation Anxiety Disorder (also also SAD), Antisocial Personality Disorder (APD), Generalized Anxiety Disorder (GAD), etc. & etc., ad nauseum, ad infinitum. Me, I seem to be labouring under the ill-effects of an especially acute case of Mankind Aversion Disorder (MAD), but I suspect no soothing, candy-coloured pill will be forthcoming for that particular malady. Oh, well. Spoot. Anyway, I suspect my therapist would tell me I'm not MAD, I'm merely SAD...

I followed a link from someone's LJ (honestly, I've forgotten whose it was) and took the "What's Your Political Philosphy Quiz." The results were in no way surprising:

You scored as Green. The Green Party believes in an America where decisions are made by the people and not by a few giant corporations. Their environmental goal is a sustainable world where nature and human society co-exist in harmony. </td> Green 85% Old School Democrat 80% New Democrat 80% Libertarian 75% Pro Business Republican 25% Foreign Policy Hawk 15% Socially Conservative Republican 0% What's Your Political Philosophy? created with QuizFarm.

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[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

As a heads-up to your blog readers, Jeff Vandermeer has posted his CRK interview on his blog:


Drad. :)


and in addition cleared up a mystery from 'To Charles Fort, With Love'...

See. I always knew it was something like that...

[stsisyphus.livejournal.com]

I think you'd be rather dandy as a psychic criminologist.

Unfortunately my own very minor precognitive intuition would suggest that your career as a pirate would likely end with your eventual coronation over a rather famished horde of Indonesian tribespeople approximately one fortnight before a monumental volcanic explosion and the ensuing cannibalistic appeasement. On the other hand, there is a awful exciting sword-fight that happens just prior to that. And, although I've never met her, I'm certain that Spooky looks pretty good in a sarong.

Sophie and Chiana are installed as hearth goddesses in your memory and bestow minor miracles on the tribe as they see fit.