Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?

[greygirlbeast]

Grateful thanks to everyone who said that yes, they could see the test entry. I think I had to make a new entry to prime to pump, so to speak. The test entry seemed to fix everything. It's reassuring to know that the CEBS actually works. And on a Sunday morning, at that.

I think I was one of maybe seven people who were actually able to make an entry on LJ yesterday. If you want to read it (hawks, crows, Terry Gilliam's Tideland, spider bites, writerly isolation), just click here. I'll be watching it for comments today. Clearly, someone at Six Apart needs to buy Frank the Goat a muzzle.

Anyway...

It's colder today than yesterday. Still, we took a walk before I settled into my freezing office to bang away at the keyboard all day. Saw one of the hawks, soaring over North Ave., looking for pigeons or starlings or rats. Not much else. Spooky contemplated going down to Grandma Luke's for a fried banana and peanut butter sandwich, which almost sounded too good to pass up. My right shoe kept coming untied.

We ended up at the Fernbank Museum of Natural History late yesterday afternoon, because Spooky's been wanting to see the Roman exhibition. I wish someone could have warned us it was "girl scout day." I'm just glad it wasn't "boy scout day." I said hi to the dinosaurs and we saw an IMAX film, Deep Sea. Then we had to go to the pet store, because Hubero was out of cat litter. And then we went to our favorite Thai place, because we were both in need of comfort food and the spicy basil rice bowl does the trick every time. On the way, we spotted a beautiful, huge white full moon rising over the tree tops and a few low purple-pink clouds. I checked the clock in the car; 6:41 (CaST). It was not a bad day.

Back home, we watched Terry Zwigoff's Art School Confidential and Steve Buscemi's Lonesome Jim. I liked the former, though not quite as much as I thought I would (I think I've ODed on irony), but was a bit disappointed with the latter. It just wasn't nearly as good as Tree's Lounge, and I'd hoped it would be. It didn't help that Casey Affleck acted as though he was in a high-school play. But it was oddly consoling to discover that I do not actually think Liv Tyler's hot. It was just the ears. That was a huge relief, even if I'm not sure why. After the movies, a little past midnight, I called Poppy (docbrite), because she'd left a message on my poor neglected answering thingy. I'd not talked to her in ages, and we wound up talking until 2:30 a.m. (CaST). Assorted topics of conversations included, but were not limited to, getting old, health insurance (and the lack thereof), cats, spider bites, tattoos, sex, lit agents, editors, reviewers, New Orleans, Realtors® (snork), Daughter of Hounds and Dead Shrimp Blues, wikipedia, MySpace, kids these days, how much I hate writing novels (but will always have to write them, anyway), Athens (GA), and self medication. We'd have talked longer, but my cellphone was overheating and I making my ear hurt, and I fully expected it to explode and bury shards of molten plastic in my brain.

Then we went to bed and Spooky read to me from House of Leaves until 3:30 (CaST), and I do not seem able to get it through my head that this is not the book to read Right Before Sleep.

Tilda Swinton, who rocks my world (even without ears), is 46 today.

Okay. There are words that must be written and no one to write them but me. Oh, and there's this photo (behind the cut), because the pink house (see 6/2/06 05:23 pm), the one that was being used to pimp that idiotic Paris Hilton show, was unpinked a couple of months ago and I keep forgetting to post a photo. Spooky got this one on our walk today. I don't go in for the whole southwestern sunset thing they have going down, but still, it's better than frelling Barbie pink.

Comments

[stardustgirl.livejournal.com]

I think Frank ate one server and another did a techicolor yawn. I've just finished going through my f-list and some of the feeds seem to have spat forth things from weeks ago.

I love the smallness of my cellphone, and the free long distance, but yes, for long-term chats its ergonomic qualities are wanting. I saw this in the Signals catalog and while it looks like a joke item, I can see where the oldschool handset would win in a phonecall marathon.

[drewsilla.livejournal.com]

Much, much better than being pink. Who in their right minds paints anything outdoors, (or indoors!) in hot pink? I mean, really!!!

Also, Fernbank is my favorite museum. I love the dino bones there! When we visited, they were doing the history of chocolate. I wanted to lick the displays very badly, but at least you could buy some at the end. You better believe we did!!!

[docbrite.livejournal.com]

Who in their right minds paints anything outdoors, (or indoors!) in hot pink?

People in New Orleans! Oh, wait ... you said in their right minds. Never mind. And actually, we prefer purple. But I do think the pink and other brightly colored houses here are a key element to the pleasantly Caribbean feel of the city.

You don't see it much in New Orleans anymore, but some people in Cajun country even paint their family tombs a pale pink or blue. They look quite pretty in the midst of all that blinding whitewash.

[drewsilla.livejournal.com]

I've seen those colors in New Orleans, and Rainbow Row in Charleston would not be the same without them, but in Atlanta? No thank you!! It's bad enough that all those Mc-Mansions are springing up everywhere, they don't have to paint them god-awful colors, too!! Just not right. Trust me, I've seen my share of scary houses in my day, living in Alabama and all.

[blakesrealm.livejournal.com]

Thanks for posting this, I was curious what happened to the house after that horrid paint color being thrown on it.