![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greygirlbeastSouth Africa's Constitutional Court has ordered the country's parliament to amend marriage laws so that same-sex marriages will be legal within the next year. No, not the U.S., land of the free and so forth and such like, but South Africa. I'm waiting for one or another asshole white-power group to declare that this is what happens when you stop treating black people like cattle. Next thing you know, the gays are running things.
Anyway, yesterday Spooky came back from the market, where she'd gone to get the makings for chili, with a big ol' box of Cap'n Crunch. As a child, Cap'n Crunch was my most favorite cereal, even though those hard little yellow nuggets of corn and sugar inevitably made the roof of my mouth bleed. Sitting here having a bowl for breakfast, I was not surprised to see sugar listed as the second ingredient and brown sugar listed as the fourth. But hey, it's a great source of folic acid! And it still tears up the inside of my mouth. At least some things stay the same. Anyway, sugary kid cereals will not become a habit, but it was a nice, nostalgic diversion.
The writing went well yesterday. I did 1,506 words on the second piece for Sirenia Digest 12, which I'm calling "The Lovesong of Lady Ratteanrufer." It is an entirely different sort of story than "Metamorphosis A," so it looks like this issue of the digest will exhibit two distinctly different flavours.
Not much else to yesterday. Before the writing, but after the journal entry, I read Angela Carter's "The Cabinet of Edgar Allan Poe." We tried to go for a walk at one point, but it was raining so hard we only made it to the edge of Freedom Park before turning back for home. This morning the rain is gone and it looks like winter out there, clouds and most of the leaves have fallen. Just before bed, I read from The Velikovsky Affair (1966) — more research for The Dinosaurs of Mars.
Read chapters XXII and XXIII and finished House of Leaves (for the second time).
Also played more Final Fantasy XII, which I'm continuing to enjoy tremendously. But I will say that compared to FFX and FFX-2 (I didn't play XI), this is a darker and more difficult game. Overall, I prefer XII's battle system to the old turn-based system, but it is hard.
Here's an e-mail:
Dancy — A whole lot happens in S GA - here a monster, there a monster - but then, from Savannah to Birmingham, nothing? That seems a long way for a girl like that to go w/out a fight. I can't help but wondering what did happen. An uninterrupted bus ride somehow just doesn't seem likely.
Can't wait for Daughter of Hounds.
Well, this whole thing is complicated by there being two parallel realities. There's the one from Threshold, which has Dancy taking the bus from Waycross to Birmingham. In that worldline, her misadventures in Savannah precede her encounter in Waycross with the Gynander and Sinethella. However, in the Alabaster stories, we have a second worldline (perhaps created by Chance's actions at the end of Threshold), wherein Dancy travels to Waycross before Savannah and then leaves Savannah in the company of the Bailiff, with no apparent destination in mind. In the first worldline, on the bus trip from Waycross to Birmingham (Ch. 2, pp. 25-27, Roc 1st ed.), she does encounter the "hitchhiker," but, otherwise, I figured that the bus ride kept her fairly safe from monsters (and them safe from her). As for the second worldline, that present in Alabaster, I don't yet know what happens to her after she leaves Savannah. I have half a suspicion that she never reaches Birmingham.
Also, this comment from yesterday's second entry (LJ only), the one with the photos:
You have this remarkable ability to smile and yet seem palpably menacing. Like an orangutan "smiling" to let you see the teeth its going to use to chew your face off. That is, incidentally, a compliment.
Which is precisely how I take it, as a compliment. It's true that many anthropologists and primatologists have noted that in such non-human primates as chimps and baboons, the "smile" is employed as a threat display, not as a sign of friendship. What an exceedingly strange way to show you're happy or glad to see someone, by showing off your teeth. Most mammals snarl or grimace as a warning, not a welcome.
Okay. That was longer than I'd intended it to be. I must attend to the needs of the platypus. If you're reading this via Blogger or MySpace, you can see the photos from yesterday here (though, really, this journal is best read via LJ).
Postscript: Blame Spooky for this entry's subject line.
Anyway, yesterday Spooky came back from the market, where she'd gone to get the makings for chili, with a big ol' box of Cap'n Crunch. As a child, Cap'n Crunch was my most favorite cereal, even though those hard little yellow nuggets of corn and sugar inevitably made the roof of my mouth bleed. Sitting here having a bowl for breakfast, I was not surprised to see sugar listed as the second ingredient and brown sugar listed as the fourth. But hey, it's a great source of folic acid! And it still tears up the inside of my mouth. At least some things stay the same. Anyway, sugary kid cereals will not become a habit, but it was a nice, nostalgic diversion.
The writing went well yesterday. I did 1,506 words on the second piece for Sirenia Digest 12, which I'm calling "The Lovesong of Lady Ratteanrufer." It is an entirely different sort of story than "Metamorphosis A," so it looks like this issue of the digest will exhibit two distinctly different flavours.
Not much else to yesterday. Before the writing, but after the journal entry, I read Angela Carter's "The Cabinet of Edgar Allan Poe." We tried to go for a walk at one point, but it was raining so hard we only made it to the edge of Freedom Park before turning back for home. This morning the rain is gone and it looks like winter out there, clouds and most of the leaves have fallen. Just before bed, I read from The Velikovsky Affair (1966) — more research for The Dinosaurs of Mars.
Read chapters XXII and XXIII and finished House of Leaves (for the second time).
Also played more Final Fantasy XII, which I'm continuing to enjoy tremendously. But I will say that compared to FFX and FFX-2 (I didn't play XI), this is a darker and more difficult game. Overall, I prefer XII's battle system to the old turn-based system, but it is hard.
Here's an e-mail:
Dancy — A whole lot happens in S GA - here a monster, there a monster - but then, from Savannah to Birmingham, nothing? That seems a long way for a girl like that to go w/out a fight. I can't help but wondering what did happen. An uninterrupted bus ride somehow just doesn't seem likely.
Can't wait for Daughter of Hounds.
Well, this whole thing is complicated by there being two parallel realities. There's the one from Threshold, which has Dancy taking the bus from Waycross to Birmingham. In that worldline, her misadventures in Savannah precede her encounter in Waycross with the Gynander and Sinethella. However, in the Alabaster stories, we have a second worldline (perhaps created by Chance's actions at the end of Threshold), wherein Dancy travels to Waycross before Savannah and then leaves Savannah in the company of the Bailiff, with no apparent destination in mind. In the first worldline, on the bus trip from Waycross to Birmingham (Ch. 2, pp. 25-27, Roc 1st ed.), she does encounter the "hitchhiker," but, otherwise, I figured that the bus ride kept her fairly safe from monsters (and them safe from her). As for the second worldline, that present in Alabaster, I don't yet know what happens to her after she leaves Savannah. I have half a suspicion that she never reaches Birmingham.
Also, this comment from yesterday's second entry (LJ only), the one with the photos:
You have this remarkable ability to smile and yet seem palpably menacing. Like an orangutan "smiling" to let you see the teeth its going to use to chew your face off. That is, incidentally, a compliment.
Which is precisely how I take it, as a compliment. It's true that many anthropologists and primatologists have noted that in such non-human primates as chimps and baboons, the "smile" is employed as a threat display, not as a sign of friendship. What an exceedingly strange way to show you're happy or glad to see someone, by showing off your teeth. Most mammals snarl or grimace as a warning, not a welcome.
Okay. That was longer than I'd intended it to be. I must attend to the needs of the platypus. If you're reading this via Blogger or MySpace, you can see the photos from yesterday here (though, really, this journal is best read via LJ).
Postscript: Blame Spooky for this entry's subject line.
![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
Re: Predator's Smile
Date: 2006-11-16 05:22 pm (UTC)Also, I can't tell you how much the hitchhiker, in Threshold, made me wonderfully happy.
I still need Alabaster and DoH, but first I need to finish LRM (and before that I need to finish what I'm working on, so I can rest easy in the fact that I'm not [consciously] cribbing your work).
I love your dealing with alternate histories and time consequences...
Re: Predator's Smile
Date: 2006-11-16 07:52 pm (UTC)Also, I can't tell you how much the hitchhiker, in Threshold, made me wonderfully happy.
He is actually a favorite character of mine.
Re: Predator's Smile
Date: 2006-11-17 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 06:57 pm (UTC)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sdUUx5FdySs
and now, i have a choice between moving to canada OR south africa.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:19 pm (UTC)IIt is very sweet, actually.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:03 pm (UTC)I sense some future retribution in the manner of wrist binders and a cranial sander.
I know I read it at some point, but did you ever post the details of Nebari gential physiology to nebari.net?
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:20 pm (UTC)It's one of the umpteen million things I've never gotten around to doing there. Though, you can learn a little about such things from Setsuled's Nar'eth manga.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:16 pm (UTC)Heh.
Apparantly the nixar is none too fond of the smell of beeswax and the various other things I have to put in my dreads to tame them and keep them (and my scalp) healthy.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:58 pm (UTC)Well...that sander is likely to be a little more uncomfortable for someone without bony or dense keratin-based protruberances. ;)
no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 12:17 am (UTC)Yep. She said it to me, because she is rude and foul of mouth.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 03:26 am (UTC)Surely these are merely some of her most charming characteristics! :)
no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 03:35 am (UTC)Oh, indeed.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:05 pm (UTC)Froot Loops are my sugary cereal vice - straight out of the box, snack style.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:51 pm (UTC)I'm beginning to suspect the presence of sand.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:01 pm (UTC)"You ate sand?"
"We ate sand."
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 07:50 pm (UTC)Not nearly so far along as you. I'm up on the floating continent and just met up with the rebels.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:00 pm (UTC)Silly person: of course that's what happens. Considering that the former ruling elite are waiting for everyone else to realize their mistake and beg them to return to the old days (the way so many Cuban ex-pats keep waiting for Castro to give them back the country or the number of members of "The Provisional Government of the Republic of Texas" expecting to be allowed to turn Texas back into an independent nation), if the gays don't take over and run things, nothing gets done. And it gets done faster, cheaper, and with a hell of a lot less bitching and moaning than in the old days, I tell you what. (Yes, I've lived in Dallas for a bit too long. Why do you ask?)
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:38 pm (UTC)The rebuttal to that statement is, of course, Jim McGreevey. He's the only Democrat I've ever been ashamed to have voted for. Nothing to do with him being gay, of course. Everything to do with his putting his possibly-unwilling lover in a Homeland Security position despite lack of experience and government clearance weeks after 9/11.
Sorry. The man still irks me.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 08:33 pm (UTC)1. What DOES your hair smell like?
2. What does female Nebari genitalia smell like? And of course, this would probably end up as one of those answers that would be dependent on variable t (time) and m (mood). A horny Nebari at 3 am probably smells different than one on a murderous rampage at 3:15 pm.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 09:13 pm (UTC)Come to think of it, wasn't either Nar'eth's mother or one of her sires Nebari anthropologists?
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 09:32 pm (UTC)Come to think of it, wasn't either Nar'eth's mother or one of her sires Nebari anthropologists?
Nope. Her mother and both her sires were botonists and horticulturists. See here (http://www.nebari.net/Nareth_Manga_0.html) for more details.
The venom has no perceptible odor (perceptible to Nebari noses, at least).
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 09:37 pm (UTC)*snork*
Indeed.
When sexually aroused, female Nebari produce an odor that a human might find reminiscent of a mixture of cinnamon, nutmeg, and black pepper. In general, many races consider the Nebari to have a distinctly "spicy" scent about them.
1. What DOES your hair smell like?
See the subject line above.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-16 10:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-11-17 04:18 am (UTC)do not resist the siren call of sugary breakfast cereals.
no subject
Date: 2006-11-18 02:23 pm (UTC)