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Well, our Indian Summer draws to a close. And I spent most of it sitting in this chair, and word from the front never came. As it were.
But, at least none of you have to remember President Humphrey K. Ludwig, or the mess that Irwin Allen made of Dr. Zhivago, or (and especially) about the science-fiction convention in Los Vegas (CONsino) during which a splinter cell of angry, disenfranchised furries detonated a twenty-kiloton nuclear device...all that, at least, has been set straight. The past is the past once more. Well...except that thing with Menudo, and the McRib. Sorry. Those, I couldn't fix.
Oh, and that thing with Frank Black yesterday? Of course I meant Frank Booth. But you never sacrifice a wonderful run-on, run-out, not-quite free-association tirade over anything so tiresome as fact. Frank Booth would never have gotten me to Frank Black (née Black Francis), or Frank Black (sensu Millennium), or even the guy in the creepy rabbit mask.
Honestly? I have no idea what I'm supposed to be writing about, that's why?
There's not much to report from yesterday, not that I can report. Kathryn and I continue trying to pull everything together for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir book-trailer shoot this coming weekend. Yesterday, I spoke with Nicola (our Imp) and Dani (our Abalyn), as well as with Brian (our cinematographer). And this past weekend would have been dead-on fucking perfect for the shoot, and next weekend is looking maybe a little doubtful. But there's no way we could have known, and we'll have to take what we can get. There's no time left for rain dates. This should have been shot in July, but work and scheduling conflicts and whatnot continually pushed the date back. And, so, this is it. We are fortunate in that New England is having a lousy autumn, in terms of the trees changing colors, so it still looks fairly summery up here.
Have you ordered Two Worlds and In Between? Have you clicked "like" on the absurdly early Amazon.com preorder page for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir? Have you subscribed to Sirenia Digest? Well, why the hell not? Wait. Don't tell me.
A good bit of RP (including a bizarrely Fringe-like moment...think Olivia/Fauxlivia) in Insilico RP last night with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
readingthedark. Last night also marked the first time I've ever RPed two characters in SL at once (on two machines, with two open viewers). It was weird, and while it wasn't easy, it wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be. And we watched three more episodes of Mad Men (Season Four). And I read, from Halloween, a pretty good story by William F. Nolan, "The Halloween Man." And then I slept, and had unspeakable dreams. Unspeakable at least in the sense that they are now so fragmented that I could not reconstruct them well enough to speak of them. And that, kittens, was yesterday.
Today looks...indefinite. But I leave you with these. Back to that something Spooky and I did night before last that I only mentioned in passing yesterday. I think these two shots are work safe. All the others weren't. And there will be future sessions (after I've lost that Hubero) that will produce very not work-safe images. But these are pretty vanilla. Unless you work for, I don't know, Pat fucking Roberson (or did he die?). Spooky was in the mood to paint, and I was in the mood to be a canvas:
Photographs Copyright © 2011 by Kathrn A. Pollnac.
Indefinite,
Aunt Beast
Well, our Indian Summer draws to a close. And I spent most of it sitting in this chair, and word from the front never came. As it were.
But, at least none of you have to remember President Humphrey K. Ludwig, or the mess that Irwin Allen made of Dr. Zhivago, or (and especially) about the science-fiction convention in Los Vegas (CONsino) during which a splinter cell of angry, disenfranchised furries detonated a twenty-kiloton nuclear device...all that, at least, has been set straight. The past is the past once more. Well...except that thing with Menudo, and the McRib. Sorry. Those, I couldn't fix.
Oh, and that thing with Frank Black yesterday? Of course I meant Frank Booth. But you never sacrifice a wonderful run-on, run-out, not-quite free-association tirade over anything so tiresome as fact. Frank Booth would never have gotten me to Frank Black (née Black Francis), or Frank Black (sensu Millennium), or even the guy in the creepy rabbit mask.
Honestly? I have no idea what I'm supposed to be writing about, that's why?
There's not much to report from yesterday, not that I can report. Kathryn and I continue trying to pull everything together for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir book-trailer shoot this coming weekend. Yesterday, I spoke with Nicola (our Imp) and Dani (our Abalyn), as well as with Brian (our cinematographer). And this past weekend would have been dead-on fucking perfect for the shoot, and next weekend is looking maybe a little doubtful. But there's no way we could have known, and we'll have to take what we can get. There's no time left for rain dates. This should have been shot in July, but work and scheduling conflicts and whatnot continually pushed the date back. And, so, this is it. We are fortunate in that New England is having a lousy autumn, in terms of the trees changing colors, so it still looks fairly summery up here.
Have you ordered Two Worlds and In Between? Have you clicked "like" on the absurdly early Amazon.com preorder page for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir? Have you subscribed to Sirenia Digest? Well, why the hell not? Wait. Don't tell me.
A good bit of RP (including a bizarrely Fringe-like moment...think Olivia/Fauxlivia) in Insilico RP last night with
readingthedark. Last night also marked the first time I've ever RPed two characters in SL at once (on two machines, with two open viewers). It was weird, and while it wasn't easy, it wasn't as hard as I'd thought it would be. And we watched three more episodes of Mad Men (Season Four). And I read, from Halloween, a pretty good story by William F. Nolan, "The Halloween Man." And then I slept, and had unspeakable dreams. Unspeakable at least in the sense that they are now so fragmented that I could not reconstruct them well enough to speak of them. And that, kittens, was yesterday.Today looks...indefinite. But I leave you with these. Back to that something Spooky and I did night before last that I only mentioned in passing yesterday. I think these two shots are work safe. All the others weren't. And there will be future sessions (after I've lost that Hubero) that will produce very not work-safe images. But these are pretty vanilla. Unless you work for, I don't know, Pat fucking Roberson (or did he die?). Spooky was in the mood to paint, and I was in the mood to be a canvas:
Photographs Copyright © 2011 by Kathrn A. Pollnac.
Indefinite,
Aunt Beast
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Date: 2011-10-10 06:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 06:53 pm (UTC)Thank you. Credit goes to Kathryn.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 07:14 pm (UTC)Interesting interpretation....
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:12 pm (UTC)I finally got my finger out and ordered Two Worlds from Subpress. None too soon, it seems.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:15 pm (UTC)Seconded on the painting; beautiful colours.I've flicked between the two pictures and it's almost as if the art has changed shape.
I think she was aiming for the sea, feathers, and flowers, all at once.
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Date: 2011-10-10 08:06 pm (UTC)And fins... Feathers and fins and waves, all in bloom.
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Date: 2011-10-10 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 08:49 pm (UTC)Thank you. It was interesting working so large, and on a living surface. It left me wanting to paint a HUGE (for me) painting. One with waves and fins.
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:51 am (UTC)I would approve of that.
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Date: 2011-10-11 02:34 am (UTC)It's an interesting way to find myself being a source of inspiration.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:21 pm (UTC)The colors are spot on.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:23 pm (UTC)I 'see' the sea coming out of your spine.
It's a sort of worship.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 07:23 pm (UTC)I'd say that the tide was turning on your back.
I do like that turn of phrase.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 07:34 pm (UTC)Yes, beautiful body art. Compliments to you and Spooky.
Thank you, from both of us.
Unfortunately, yes, that waste of oxygen is still alive. However, hope springs eternal!
Despite what the bastard may think, he can't live forever.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:25 pm (UTC)(PS - did order "Two Worlds...", finally. Can't wait to read it.)
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:35 pm (UTC)Those colors are lovely on your skin
And this makes me smile.
(PS - did order "Two Worlds...", finally. Can't wait to read it.)
Thanks!
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 07:36 pm (UTC)especially seeing the curl in the second one.
Spooky is fond of curls.
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Date: 2011-10-10 07:51 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 08:21 pm (UTC)How grand to get to be a living canvas!
It really is.
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Date: 2011-10-10 08:25 pm (UTC)2) Fat is where it's at, and that's that.
3) Personally, though, I prefer the term "large and in charge."
4) You make a very fine living canvas.
5) Spooky makes for a very fine artist.
(At work, have to log off now. Which is probably why I wrote this in number format.)
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Date: 2011-10-10 08:35 pm (UTC)And for all these comments, thank you. But that extra Hubero is still going.
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:30 am (UTC)(Home now, no numbering. Yay.)
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Date: 2011-10-11 01:09 am (UTC)Paint on.
That we will do.
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Date: 2011-10-10 10:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-10 10:58 pm (UTC)This seems to be the consensus.
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Date: 2011-10-10 10:29 pm (UTC)Also, it amuses me to tell you that I bought Threshold and Low Red Moon for my Kindle. I have the books already, of course, two of each. Different editions. So this makes three, and it's lovely re-reading Threshold in a completely different way. Makes it all seem new again!
I know you're not into eBooks/eReaders, but for what it's worth they are both formatted really well (some ebooks suck in terms of layout, errors, etc.).
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Date: 2011-10-10 10:59 pm (UTC)A true work of Art. Beautiful...
Thank you.
but for what it's worth they are both formatted really well
Well...that's something.
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Date: 2011-10-10 11:54 pm (UTC)OKAY!
...I did want to thank you for bringing my attention to that collection of Wrightson stories, which my staff had not briefed me on, for which they are TOTALLY FUCKING FIRED.
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:11 am (UTC)...I did want to thank you for bringing my attention to that collection of Wrightson stories, which my staff had not briefed me on, for which they are TOTALLY FUCKING FIRED.
As well they should be, and you're welcome!
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 12:12 am (UTC)Fascinating. Profound. Magnificent.
Sticky, too.
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:50 am (UTC)Nice . . .
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Date: 2011-10-11 01:09 am (UTC)I spilled the sea. I seeped.
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Date: 2011-10-11 01:25 am (UTC)Is this oil or acrylic, and was it hard to wash off?
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Date: 2011-10-11 01:42 am (UTC)Is this oil or acrylic, and was it hard to wash off?
Acrylic, and it was more a matter of peeling off than washing off. Pretty easy once it dried. Next, though, I think we're gonna use something oil based, so avoid the cracking, wrinkling effect you can get if the model moves.
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Date: 2011-10-11 05:34 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 05:43 pm (UTC)There will be much next.
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Date: 2011-10-11 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-11 07:01 am (UTC)Beautiful pictures :)
This week has been for fairy tales. Of a sort. There have been words.
I'm ever so slightly unsettled by the impending horror of NaNo. Let's just say, I don't approve of it.
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Date: 2011-10-11 07:30 am (UTC)I'm ever so slightly unsettled by the impending horror of NaNo. Let's just say, I don't approve of it.
I never will approve of it.
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Date: 2011-10-11 12:18 pm (UTC)Quite so. The phrase "fucking retarded" frequently appears in my expressions of said disapproval.
But, then again, we have established that I am arrogant, so. That's probably to be expected.
My brain feels jump-cutty tonight. I want to write (a fairytale about a sleep-robber, a personified insomnia qua supernatural cat-burglar), but I am le tired. The Seroquel has sent Monsieur Insomnia and his occasional paramour, the Midnight Muse, a-packing. I hope they don't show up at your place and invite themselves for the night.
the longness of you....
Date: 2011-10-11 08:22 pm (UTC)echo of her...
what endures (my sense of it) in reading your stuff is a feeling that you are reading the stories to me. like your there telling me the story??? i love the feeling (even if it's me dreaming it).
and this unique to you!
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Date: 2011-10-12 04:02 pm (UTC)Супер-тыквы на хэллоувин
Date: 2011-10-24 06:59 am (UTC)Стоит 1600 р. Если при заказе назвать кодовую фразу "тыква для джека" - продам всего за 600! Спасибо! :) Призрачного хэллоина,Вам!