TDG CEM Day 5
Sep. 19th, 2011 01:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
greygirlbeastChilly and mostly sunny here in Providence.
Gods, I slept almost eight hours. Not good.
Yesterday, fourth verse same as the first. Pretty much. It had skipped my mind, day before yesterday, that The Drowning Girl: A Memoir – like The Red Tree – contains fictions within fictions. That is, whereas The Red Tree contained "Pony," The Drowning Girl: A Memoir contains "Mermaid of the Concrete Ocean" and "Werewolf Smile." Which, essentially, turns reading through a ten-chapter CEM into reading through a twelve-chapter CEM. Plus, there's the long "Back Pages" section at the end, which is sort of like...I don't know. It's not an epilogue, not in any conventional sense. It's almost like end notes that continue the story. Anyway, we managed to reach the end of Chapter 5, before Geoffrey arrived yesterday evening. Today we start on page 146 – the beginning of Chapter 6 – out of 277 pages. With great luck, we'll make it through chapters 6 and 7 today.
When this CEM is in the mail and on it's way back to Manhattan, I've promised a three-day break from work for me and Spooky. Out of this house, that's the most important part. No house, no fucking internet. I think we may just pick a direction and start driving. I have hardly taken a break since...never mind. Best not to think about that.
We were sitting on the stoop about 5:30 p.m. yesterday, waiting on Geoffrey. I was having a cigarette, and we were watching these four little boys across the street. And they were little boys, say eight to ten. And one of the younger boys was so adept with profanity that even we were taken aback. We heard one of the others say, "That boy sure swears a lot. Damn." And then Geoffrey arrived, bearing some volume of lost Derrida. Something like that. I never really found out, because when it comes to deconstruction and post-structuralism, I still have enough scars from college, and I don't touch the stuff. But, I knew Geoffrey meant well.
And I should go. Pages and pages.
But first, because all things on the internet vanish and I'm trying to make a permanent things, I present our evidence that Nicolas Cage is a time-traveling vampire:
After while, crocodile,
Aunt Beast
Gods, I slept almost eight hours. Not good.
Yesterday, fourth verse same as the first. Pretty much. It had skipped my mind, day before yesterday, that The Drowning Girl: A Memoir – like The Red Tree – contains fictions within fictions. That is, whereas The Red Tree contained "Pony," The Drowning Girl: A Memoir contains "Mermaid of the Concrete Ocean" and "Werewolf Smile." Which, essentially, turns reading through a ten-chapter CEM into reading through a twelve-chapter CEM. Plus, there's the long "Back Pages" section at the end, which is sort of like...I don't know. It's not an epilogue, not in any conventional sense. It's almost like end notes that continue the story. Anyway, we managed to reach the end of Chapter 5, before Geoffrey arrived yesterday evening. Today we start on page 146 – the beginning of Chapter 6 – out of 277 pages. With great luck, we'll make it through chapters 6 and 7 today.
When this CEM is in the mail and on it's way back to Manhattan, I've promised a three-day break from work for me and Spooky. Out of this house, that's the most important part. No house, no fucking internet. I think we may just pick a direction and start driving. I have hardly taken a break since...never mind. Best not to think about that.
We were sitting on the stoop about 5:30 p.m. yesterday, waiting on Geoffrey. I was having a cigarette, and we were watching these four little boys across the street. And they were little boys, say eight to ten. And one of the younger boys was so adept with profanity that even we were taken aback. We heard one of the others say, "That boy sure swears a lot. Damn." And then Geoffrey arrived, bearing some volume of lost Derrida. Something like that. I never really found out, because when it comes to deconstruction and post-structuralism, I still have enough scars from college, and I don't touch the stuff. But, I knew Geoffrey meant well.
And I should go. Pages and pages.
But first, because all things on the internet vanish and I'm trying to make a permanent things, I present our evidence that Nicolas Cage is a time-traveling vampire:
After while, crocodile,
Aunt Beast
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Date: 2011-09-19 10:17 pm (UTC)Which brings up a question of whether or not he and Keanu Reeves are (im-)mortal enemies or otherwise.
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Date: 2011-09-19 10:55 pm (UTC)This will require thought.
Could I interest you, again, in SL cyberpunk RP? Or are you off RP for the time being? Or have I made you too many offers that have gone kerplooey?
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Date: 2011-09-20 01:20 am (UTC)I'm honored that you'd ask me again, I thought I was the one who went all kerplooey on you. I'm not off-RP, but I returned to CoX since I lost interest in continuing with the gear-grind on Rift. Going back to what you know, and all.
Unfortunately, there's something with SL interface/client whatever you call it that I can't exactly wrap my head around or seem to work without feeling completely out of my depth. It makes for a pretty frustrating break in immersion when I can't seem to operate basic controls. The hints of your cyberpunk scenes that you've posted here have always sounded quite engaging, though. Suffice it to say that you could interest me in cyberpunk RP, but my complete inability to use the program would put me off (and the degree to which I would likely need extensive and intense tutoring in it would probably would be frustrating for you/Spooky).
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Date: 2011-09-20 04:04 pm (UTC)Suffice it to say that you could interest me in cyberpunk RP, but my complete inability to use the program would put me off (and the degree to which I would likely need extensive and intense tutoring in it would probably would be frustrating for you/Spooky).
I seem to recall, from back when I actually thought I could make Howaard's End happen, that you were baffled by SL. But, truthfully, as long as you're not trying to build or script, it's like an MMORPG* for morons. You buy clothes, you put them on. You buy a shape, a skin, a katana, a pair of goggles, you put them on. You press this button to move forward, and that button to move backwards. You look around by rotating that viewer thingy. It's easy. Should you be genuinely interested, I'd try to show you the ropes. They're just not that hard. Most of it is very intuitive.
* One thing that's so hard for people to understand about SL is that it isn't a game. Or a chatroom. Or a social network. Or a sex site. It is, in fact, everything, and back before if became this vile scum at the bottom of the internet, it had great potential.