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[greygirlbeast]

Gods. It's 11:46 a.m on a frelling Sunday morning, and I've already had a geeky argument about alignment in D&D. In some alternate, unrealized reality, Caitlín R. Kiernan is not an uber-nerd. She married an investment banker and moved into a pricey suburb of Chapel Hill, North Carolina. She has a dog named Patches and adopted two kids, a girl and a boy. She shops at Sam's Club and drinks cheap beer (a practice she thinks daring) and loves sitcoms. She wears a lot of pastels. Her idea of kinky sex is being on top (which she never does), and she's a member of the PTA. She drives an SUV (white), votes Republican (though she's a Democrat at heart), and has never quite gotten the hang of e-mail. She likes Thomas Kinkade and reads John Grisham. Goths make her nervous, though she isn't precisely sure why. She bakes bundt cakes (from mixes, not from scratch).

And she most definitely does not play D&D.

Someday, I'm going to write a whole book of alternate-world me's.

I was too tired yesterday to wash all the excess wax and moisturizer off my body and awoke this morning feeling like the sticky floor of a theatre. So, I have to wash my hair and bathe before I go play...well, you know.

Last night, I cooked a particularly hot, particularly yummy stir fry, and Spooky and I watched Olivier Assayas' very effective and surreal cybererotic corporate thriller, Demonlover. Then I played a couple of hours of Kya: Dark Lineage. I need to finish this game, then finish Prince of Persia, in preparation for the release of Ghosthunter.

Should I say something about writing? Hmmmmm. Okay. I can safely say that The Dry Salvages will be the most proofread thing I've ever published. There. Duty done. Have a doughnut...

Comments

[morganxpage.livejournal.com]

My bestfriend's dog is named Patches.

And this has been another episode of Completely Useless Unformation, brought to you by our kind sponsers Livejournal, and..

~Mikie Page

[morganxpage.livejournal.com]

Oops, INformation. Not UNformation. This is why the I button and the U button should not be beside each other.

~Mikie

[muruch.livejournal.com]

The other Caitlin sounds scary.

Yay for Concrete Blonde. Johnette is a goddess. They've got a new cd, Mojave, coming out soon.

[mb2u]

It's out now, well worth getting.

[beingkenny.livejournal.com]

"The other Caitlín". Reminds me of the other mother in Neil Gaiman's CORALINE, only this is possibly scarier.

*shivers*

[greygirlbeast.livejournal.com]

What's scary, to me at least, is that it's not so simple as "the other Caitlín." It's the matter of an infinity of other me's existing in the multiverse. The one described today, she was chosen at random. There must be billions almost identical to her.

[happyspector.livejournal.com]

"Someday, I'm going to write a whole book of alternate-world me's."

Isn't that where fictional protagonists generally come from, to one degree or another?

Actually, protagonists aside or no, I've found such searching can be A) a good way to find my first steps into unexplored aspects of myself, sometimes cluing me to how far I'm prepared to explore in waking life, and B) an entry-point into understanding and dealing with types of people I'd never otherwise be able to comprehend or endure, in life or on the page.

That, or you stumble onto shit that's just plain wrong, like what you've described.