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Yesterday was yesterday. Today isn't.
Which ought to be obvious, but there you go.
People do nice things for me, and it will never cease to amaze me. All I do to deserve this is make shit up.
Yesterday, as I was saying, we did some housecleaning. It was, theoretically, an off day. We went to the market and drugstore ("chemist" just sounds so much cooler, but I bow to regional convention). We stopped Outside of White Electric Coffee on Westminster and bought a marvelous green ceramic bowl from Unkle Thirsty's Cups. They'd set up a couple of tables on the sidewalk in front of the coffeehouse, and it was so bitterly cold...and I needed a good ceramic bowl for the gull and cormorant bones from West Cove and Moonstone. They were playing music and dancing around trying to stay warm. The sky was slate.
Back home, I did more work on my next painting, my painting in progress, Black Ships Ate the Sky, and yes that's a direct reference to the Current 93 album. I used a great quantity of Napthol Crimson and not much else. Thus far, it's about the only color I've used on the painting.
There was more of Johnathan Strange & Mr. Norrell and The Kraken: An Anatomy, reading and listening. Someone wanted to know if the footnotes are included in Johnathan Strange & Mr. Norrell; they are. After dinner, we watched more of the most recent season of Deadliest Catch. We're taking this season slow, knowing what's coming. I don't think of Deadliest Catch as "reality television." It's much more like an ongoing documentary. Which raises interesting questions, which are probably easily solved. Still later, there was very good rp in Insilico. Grendel is moving towards what may be a very terrible moment or may be her salvation, and only time will tell. She's trying hard not to bolt and run, which is what she's always done before. But before she was never pregnant with a human child. And after the rp, because Spooky and I are bad kids, and because I never want to ever sleep (except I do), we played WoW, and Shaharrazad and Suraa reached Level 82.
Today, I have to work.
Which ought to be obvious, but there you go.
People do nice things for me, and it will never cease to amaze me. All I do to deserve this is make shit up.
Yesterday, as I was saying, we did some housecleaning. It was, theoretically, an off day. We went to the market and drugstore ("chemist" just sounds so much cooler, but I bow to regional convention). We stopped Outside of White Electric Coffee on Westminster and bought a marvelous green ceramic bowl from Unkle Thirsty's Cups. They'd set up a couple of tables on the sidewalk in front of the coffeehouse, and it was so bitterly cold...and I needed a good ceramic bowl for the gull and cormorant bones from West Cove and Moonstone. They were playing music and dancing around trying to stay warm. The sky was slate.
Back home, I did more work on my next painting, my painting in progress, Black Ships Ate the Sky, and yes that's a direct reference to the Current 93 album. I used a great quantity of Napthol Crimson and not much else. Thus far, it's about the only color I've used on the painting.
There was more of Johnathan Strange & Mr. Norrell and The Kraken: An Anatomy, reading and listening. Someone wanted to know if the footnotes are included in Johnathan Strange & Mr. Norrell; they are. After dinner, we watched more of the most recent season of Deadliest Catch. We're taking this season slow, knowing what's coming. I don't think of Deadliest Catch as "reality television." It's much more like an ongoing documentary. Which raises interesting questions, which are probably easily solved. Still later, there was very good rp in Insilico. Grendel is moving towards what may be a very terrible moment or may be her salvation, and only time will tell. She's trying hard not to bolt and run, which is what she's always done before. But before she was never pregnant with a human child. And after the rp, because Spooky and I are bad kids, and because I never want to ever sleep (except I do), we played WoW, and Shaharrazad and Suraa reached Level 82.
Today, I have to work.
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Date: 2010-12-20 06:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-20 06:58 pm (UTC)I didn't even know they'd started taking pre-orders!
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Date: 2010-12-20 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-20 07:10 pm (UTC)Well, damn.
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Date: 2010-12-20 07:13 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-20 07:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-20 07:51 pm (UTC)Did you ever get that Deadliest Catch goodie I sent?
Oh. Yes! Thank you.
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Date: 2010-12-20 07:36 pm (UTC)"People do nice things for me, and it will never cease to amaze me. All I do to deserve this is make shit up."
It's true, I suppose, but from my perspective it isn't just that you make shit up; it's that you create worlds and dreams and nightmares and myths that pluck the strands of my imagination and set them vibrating like spider's webs when something hapless is caught. And, though you do much more than that with your words, just that is so much more than I think most of us would dream of asking.
And second: I received an email from Subterranean Press this morning about the upcoming Best of CRK vol. 1 and forwarded it to my husband who pre-ordered it on the spot. So now I have the lovely gift of delicious anticipation!
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Date: 2010-12-20 07:52 pm (UTC)Sounds better when you say it.
And second: I received an email from Subterranean Press this morning about the upcoming Best of CRK vol. 1 and forwarded it to my husband who pre-ordered it on the spot. So now I have the lovely gift of delicious anticipation!
Thank you!
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Date: 2010-12-20 08:38 pm (UTC)EDIT 6:21 pm - Damn I just ordered two by accident. Now what?
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Date: 2010-12-21 02:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-12-21 03:21 am (UTC)It is Alison Scarpulla (http://www.flickr.com/photos/aliscarpulla). She is a mind-blowingly otherworldly photographer. I've been spending far too much time on crazy tumblr photoblogs (http://redmoongypsy.tumblr.com) when I should be at my wordsmithy.
~Jacob