"...in my dreams we're still screaming and running through my yard."

[greygirlbeast]

So, no Great Trailer & Photo Shoot for The Drowning Girl this weekend. Thank you, Hurricane Irene. Early last night, watching the grave weather forecasts, Kyle and I made the decision to postpone the whole affair. Which means postponing it until early October. Even if we could have reached Moonstone Beach (the area will likely be evacuated), I'd have never asked Sarah (who plays our Eva) to walk towards that surf, much less into it. So, there you go. But I do not argue with forces of Nature. They were here first, and will be here long afterwards. Forces of Nature have seniority.

But yeah, it's looking pretty bad here in Providence, and we'll spend part of the day laying in supplies for the impact. Fortunately, we have storm windows, and the walls of this old house were built with a crisscrossed lattice of steel to protect against this very thing (though it makes hanging pictures a bitch).

I got virtually nothing written yesterday. There was far too much commotion. Confusion. Calamity. All those good "c" words. Mostly, having to figure out, at the last fucking minute, what to do about the Great Trailer & Photo Shoot. Thus, I only managed to write a paltry 698 words on Chapter 8 of Blood Oranges. Nonetheless, I intend to have the book (plus epilogue) finished by the end of the day Tuesday (August 30).

I now have both of Vince Locke's illustrations for The Drowning Girl, and they're marvelous. Sirenia Digest subscribers have seen the first of the two, but no one (outside my publisher's offices) gets to see the second until the book is released next year.

Yesterday, my contributor's copy of The Book of Cthulhu arrived. As did the very beautiful edition of Shirley Jackson's The Sundial I'd ordered. Also, a care package from Madison Colvin in Savannah, Georgia, which included, among many other things, a copy of Angela Carter's Love (one of the few books by her I didn't own). So, thank you, Madison. Very, very sweet of you.

Last night, once the dust of difficult decisions had settled, there was some not exactly very good RP in Insilico, but it had a Season Five Dexter chaser, so everything worked out well. And I think the problem that caused the not exactly very good RP has been identified, so that it won't happen again. Then Spooky read The Stand, and I listened. We reached Chapter 38. And, for fuck's sake, I hate Harold Lauder. Sociopathic, maladjusted, plain ol' disgusting behavior aside, he makes me want to bathe. Oh, back to Dexter, Peter Weller is becoming William Burroughs. Has anyone else noticed that? Meanwhile, Deb Morgan is my latest profanity crush (I know most people don't get those, but I definitely have a profanity fetish; my last profanity crush was Al Swearengen). To wit:

And that was yesterday.

Battening Down the Hatches,
Aunt Beast

Comments

[r-darkstorm.livejournal.com]

Thanks for the vid... I love Dexter, though I haven't watched any of Season 4. Going to need to now...

[wolfsilveroak.livejournal.com]

Hurricanes are the one thing I don't miss about living in Jacksonville, North Carolina. 13 named storms was enough for us.

[readingthedark.livejournal.com]

The old saw's that, "Pain's temporary; celluloid's forever," or that the show must go on--but hurrifuckingcanes are different. The rain hitting here right now's already a bit too straight and has a wicked gleam on its droplets. I think you made the necessary decision and I'm looking forward to whenever the TDG shoot does happen. For it will happen.

(Before most of their success and acclaim, Peter Weller, Jeff Goldblum, Christopher Walken, and Peter Falk used to just hang out and improvise scenes together. There not being footage will remain one of the most significant tragedies of the human race up until when the Big Crunch occurs. In their way, they're all unusual actors with strange commonalities. I hope they all get to become Billy Burroughs someday and somehow.)

[unknownbinaries.livejournal.com]

...and the walls of this old house were built with a crisscrossed lattice of steel to protect against this very thing (though it makes hanging pictures a bitch).

That is impressive.

Meanwhile, Deb Morgan is my latest profanity crush (I know most people don't get those, but I definitely have a profanity fetish; my last profanity crush was Al Swearengen).

It's impressive when done well, not just throwing 'fuck' in every other word or so. My personal profanity crush, to borrow your term, is here (https://twitter.com/#!/voraciousbrain).

[seph-ski.livejournal.com]

...built with a crisscrossed lattice of steel to protect against this very thing (though it makes hanging pictures a bitch).

Hmm. I wonder if my collection of old harddrive magnets would stick to your walls.

I hope the storm puts on a good show and nothing more.

[mithriltabby]

Ahhh, invective! It’s good to see an eloquent command of it. (My mother has been described as “a woman who can quote Elizabethan poetry and swears like a sailor”, so I never picked up on the “profanity is unladylike” meme.)

[sovay]

But I do not argue with forces of Nature. They were here first, and will be here long afterwards. Forces of Nature have seniority.

Considering they're now evacuating parts of lower Manhattan against flooding, I think you have the right idea.

Invective

[jessamyg.livejournal.com]

Sometimes whatever swear word you use is the perfect word, and nothing else will do, or is needed. As Billy Connolly said there is no use for such descriptions as "Fuck off," he hinted.

[alamodealamort.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you got the box! I asked UPS to send me a confirmation e-mail when it arrived, but of course they didn't yet... I'm also glad you didn't have 'Love', I wasn't sure...
- Madi

[chris-walsh.livejournal.com]

Nothing to add except hope that this storm is manageable.

Meanwhile, if you want some reading, here's a preview of the children's book Colin Meloy and his partner Carson Ellis have written and illustrated (http://www.wweek.com/portland/article-17886-kidnapped_by_crows.html). I know you're probably more experienced with the web than I am, but I'll still say, probobly don't read the comments.