"I run off where the drifts get deeper."
Mar. 2nd, 2009 12:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Yesterday, I wrote 1,020 words and finished "The Bone's Prayer," which came in at a total of 6,388 words. The story is much less a "mythos" tale than I'd thought it would be, and I'm glad of that. I'm always more comfortable with my Lovecraftian-influenced fiction when it's not out-and-out Yog-Sothothery. So, I will spend today laying out Sirenia Digest #39, which should go out to subscribers this evening.
Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.


Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":
Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.


Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":
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Date: 2009-03-02 06:01 pm (UTC)Ambrose Bierce's Swearengen's Dictionary.
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Date: 2009-03-02 07:27 pm (UTC)And the bit about the space pirates is priceless.
Now I need to go find the book with frogs and tentacles in the title. :)
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Date: 2009-03-02 10:27 pm (UTC)Re: FYI concerning I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness
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Date: 2009-03-02 10:35 pm (UTC)This demeans fellaters and coprophagists by comparing them to people with 'people skills.' Cocksuckers and shit-eaters actually perform valuable functions (stimulation and recycling, respectively); those with 'people skills' most often do not.
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Date: 2009-03-03 02:43 am (UTC)There you have the first full trailer for Terminator: Salvation. Or, as I like to think of it, "John Henry's Promise Fulfilled."
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Date: 2009-03-03 06:18 am (UTC)