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greygirlbeast7.5 hours of sleep last night, but, somehow, I feel less awake than I did yesterday after only five hours. Go figure.
Want to see humanity at its most illiterate and hateful, it's most degraded? Just read the comments to trailers at IMDb, or the comments on any news website. And that leads me to not forget a quote, something that Spooky overheard in general chat on Rift: "I want to know where you get one of those keyboards that doesn't toggle caps." How far away can we be from the "lol" key? I think what makes me the special kind of nauseous is when I see someone whom I know to be educated, bright, articulate, and well socialized write something like "lol i didnt mean 2 say that XD" – it's enough to make me think about using the tines of a nice sharp fork on my tender parts. And, just in case you're not among the legions of the tainted, that combination of X and D – XD – near as I can tell, it's meant to be someone laughing and scrunching up his/her face in the process. But sideways.
Er...um...actual stuff that matters.
Well, yesterday. I wrote 1,261 words yesterday on the as yet unnamed Mars story. I like where it's going. It's going where I want it to, though it promises to take longer to get there than I'd like. I shall offer up a quote:
Why, we’re better off than them leftbacks, them shite-rat also-rans, ain’t we just? Shì and she dy jarroo, lay your glimmers down if we’re wrong on that.
Also, there was a phone call – and hour, hour and a half, I don't know, regarding that cool thing I can't tell you about. It was a Very Good Phone Call. I love working with people who not only "get it," but help me "get it" better, and who worry about what I want to do at least as much as they're worrying about the bottom line.
Work was long and wearying, but oddly satisfying yesterday.
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readingthedark arrived about eight p.m. Spooky and I were sitting on the stoop, watching the waxing sliver of moon rise as the sun set, when he pulled up. There was Italian take out for dinner (actually, I had a salad), and then many hours of conversation. Last night I declared I would recall the topics. This afternoon, I think that might have been a brash statement, but they included: books (the good, the bad, and the ugly), writing, painting, Placebo, Death Cab for Cutie, massive drug use and the hilarity that sometimes ensues, Mark Z. Danielewski, William Gibson, Wicca and Crowley and William S. Burroughs, open-source sims, coding, Insilico and Second Life, MESH vs. prims, trustafarians, psychiatry, John Carpenter, Goat Girl Press, Harlan Ellison, hurricanes, hipster douchebags, the economics of publishing, and...honestly, fuck, I don't know. More stuff than this. You can talk about a lot in eight hours, when all you do is talk. Oh, and he deserves a "thank you" for helping me get Spooky's new (it's actual her old) desk up the winding, perilous stairs and into her office.
Oh, and Spooky came home from the thrift store yesterday with a really fine summer sweater for me. I loves it, I do.
My eye is upon you, Katia.
It's Been Worse,
Aunt Beast
Want to see humanity at its most illiterate and hateful, it's most degraded? Just read the comments to trailers at IMDb, or the comments on any news website. And that leads me to not forget a quote, something that Spooky overheard in general chat on Rift: "I want to know where you get one of those keyboards that doesn't toggle caps." How far away can we be from the "lol" key? I think what makes me the special kind of nauseous is when I see someone whom I know to be educated, bright, articulate, and well socialized write something like "lol i didnt mean 2 say that XD" – it's enough to make me think about using the tines of a nice sharp fork on my tender parts. And, just in case you're not among the legions of the tainted, that combination of X and D – XD – near as I can tell, it's meant to be someone laughing and scrunching up his/her face in the process. But sideways.
Er...um...actual stuff that matters.
Well, yesterday. I wrote 1,261 words yesterday on the as yet unnamed Mars story. I like where it's going. It's going where I want it to, though it promises to take longer to get there than I'd like. I shall offer up a quote:
Why, we’re better off than them leftbacks, them shite-rat also-rans, ain’t we just? Shì and she dy jarroo, lay your glimmers down if we’re wrong on that.
Also, there was a phone call – and hour, hour and a half, I don't know, regarding that cool thing I can't tell you about. It was a Very Good Phone Call. I love working with people who not only "get it," but help me "get it" better, and who worry about what I want to do at least as much as they're worrying about the bottom line.
Work was long and wearying, but oddly satisfying yesterday.
readingthedark arrived about eight p.m. Spooky and I were sitting on the stoop, watching the waxing sliver of moon rise as the sun set, when he pulled up. There was Italian take out for dinner (actually, I had a salad), and then many hours of conversation. Last night I declared I would recall the topics. This afternoon, I think that might have been a brash statement, but they included: books (the good, the bad, and the ugly), writing, painting, Placebo, Death Cab for Cutie, massive drug use and the hilarity that sometimes ensues, Mark Z. Danielewski, William Gibson, Wicca and Crowley and William S. Burroughs, open-source sims, coding, Insilico and Second Life, MESH vs. prims, trustafarians, psychiatry, John Carpenter, Goat Girl Press, Harlan Ellison, hurricanes, hipster douchebags, the economics of publishing, and...honestly, fuck, I don't know. More stuff than this. You can talk about a lot in eight hours, when all you do is talk. Oh, and he deserves a "thank you" for helping me get Spooky's new (it's actual her old) desk up the winding, perilous stairs and into her office.Oh, and Spooky came home from the thrift store yesterday with a really fine summer sweater for me. I loves it, I do.
My eye is upon you, Katia.
It's Been Worse,
Aunt Beast
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Date: 2011-09-03 06:53 pm (UTC)I have just finished acquiring the parts for a new tower PC that I will be assembling tomorrow (have other things I need to do before then), and I picked up a "gaming" keyboard for it, meaning that it's got a cluster of extra keys to the left of QWERTY.
In any game it supports, I could program it to spit out "lol" into any chat channel I want with a single keystroke. So, indeed, the "lol" key is already here.
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Date: 2011-09-03 07:07 pm (UTC)So, indeed, the "lol" key is already here.
I hear the locusts.
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Date: 2011-09-03 07:03 pm (UTC)Or from a song being called "LOL"? *eyes widen in horror*
More to the point, I go back and forth on my use of emoticons. I do try not to automatically use them, but I find they can be useful shorthand. (I've even tried inventing one, but there are almost certainly better uses of my time.) Then other times I find some of them obnoxious. I try not to think in terms of emoticons. I wonder if some people do.
Changing subjects! Here's where I wish you were visiting Portland again, because next month we're getting a theater screening of the John Carpenter version of The Thing. It'll be my first time seeing it. Means that prints still exist and can get around. Now I'll hope a print can at least visit Boston or somewhere else not too far from you.
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Date: 2011-09-03 07:09 pm (UTC)I wonder if some people do.
If not now, soon.
And I'm going to try not to think about that.
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Date: 2011-09-03 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-09-03 09:35 pm (UTC)I think it stands, by turns, for "Can't be bothered" and "Inadequate Communicative Abilities."
The Lovecraft in Portland OR
Date: 2011-09-03 10:05 pm (UTC)The Lovecraft -Portland OR's Cthulhu themed nightclub
The pics get better the further down you scroll: http://thelovecraftbar.com/images/
Re: The Lovecraft in Portland OR
Date: 2011-09-03 10:46 pm (UTC)Wow.
Re: The Lovecraft in Portland OR
Date: 2011-09-04 09:20 pm (UTC)Heh. I like that this place exists. Haven't been in there yet (I'm not a bar person), but friends have.
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Date: 2011-09-04 09:33 pm (UTC)Now I wonder what Lovecraft's sense of humor was like (if it existed).
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Date: 2011-09-04 02:25 am (UTC)INVITATION TRANSCEND
Date: 2011-09-04 07:05 am (UTC)I am a random person who just finished your story "The Pearl Diver" and googled you and am now commenting on your livejournal. (Scary, eh?)
I occasionally think in emoticons. More often I think in plain punctuation. (Periods, semicolons, colons, question marks, all with their standard meanings as punctuation.) This varies with the amount of coffee I've had and so on.
I am curious about the ending of Pearl Diver. My understanding is that the ash was a sort of bioweapon, but meant to do good things to the body rather than bad. I'm wondering how much is supposed to be "open to the reader's interpretation" here...