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greygirlbeastA blessed Samhain, and a Happy Hallowe'en.
Comments! Please.
This morning, I fully understand what it means to "wake up on the wrong side of the bed." Not my usual state of affairs. In some ways, this is worse than the dreamsickness. I woke about 10:30 ayem, after getting to sleep about 4:30 ayem. My throat was so dry I couldn't swallow and could hardly breathe, so I went to the kitchen to swallow something wet and rehydrate the raisin that slumber had made of my esophagus. And there in the fridge was a baking dish covered in aluminum foil (I always want to type "tin foil"). I stood there, trying to figure out what was hiding under the foil – without actually having to look. And then I realized it was the remaining two turkey drumsticks (id est, tibiotarsi) from the four Spooky baked on Wednesday evening. In the chaos of the weekend and the freak nor'easter, they'd been forgotten. At least one (and maybe two) turkey's had sacrificed their legs, and we couldn't even be bothered to have the decency not to waste them. I stared a moment, went back to bed, laid there a short while, unable to stop thinking about the wasted turkey legs, hungry people, murdered turkeys, and got up again. See, thing is, we don't waste food. Anyway, that seems to have set the tone for the day.
I was thinking a thought, but now I can't recall what it might have been. Thank you, meds. Really, I could stop taking this toxic shit. But then Spooky would murder me. Thank you, dear sweet filthy world.
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And, I REPEAT: Okay, here's some news, so perk up those ears. I've been sitting on a secret for many, many months, and many of you know this. On November 2nd, there will be some manner of revelation, and on November 9th, all will be revealed. That's Wednesday, and then the next Wednesday. The NSA has agreed to declassify the files, and the MiBs will go public. The gag order will be rescinded. Some of you will not hear the news here first. Machineries are in motion that are far greater than am I. But...I believe there will be a lot of happy campers among you, and I think the wait will have been worth it. It's worn me ragged, keeping this secret. Feel free, today, to speculate!
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Yesterday, I wrote 1,288 words on "Latitude 41°21'45.89"N, Longitude 71°29'0.62"W." I thought I'd finish it yesterday, but there's more to come. Also, sadly, I'm no nearer to a seeing a human body with lines of latitude and longitude. But...there went my train of thought again. Choo choo. Um. Oh, yeah. Sirenia Digest subscribers will be getting something very strange and special this month. Well, unless you hated Silk, in which case you'll just be getting something...very strange.
By the way, I would so totally fuck Tom Waits. True fact.
Meanwhile, it's not too early to preorder The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. On the other hand, it might very soon be too late order a copy of Two Worlds and In Between. Snoozers are frequently losers. Or they pay too much on eBay. Or settle for crappy Kindle editions.
A great line from The Log of the Sea of Cortez: "An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep." Oh, to ever write a single sentence that sublime.
Also, if you cross the path of Rose Tyler today, do not fucking mistake her for Britney Spears or Christine Aguilera, or lasers will shoot forth from my bloodshot eyes, and those lasers will find you, no matter where you might be hiding. Respect the Companions, or die.
And Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Oh, and here are photos from early, early, early on Sunday, as the nor'easter struck our street (struck, street – cute), and one from the next day (for some reason):
View from the middle parlour.
View from the front parlour.
Middle parlour, lit only by the snow and streetlights. Sort of gave me a House on Ash Tree Lane moment.
Reading material.
Spooky, who needs to shave her head again, but only wanted to go to sleep.
Next day! Sméagol sleeps!
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac
Irascible,
Aunt fucking Beast
Comments! Please.
This morning, I fully understand what it means to "wake up on the wrong side of the bed." Not my usual state of affairs. In some ways, this is worse than the dreamsickness. I woke about 10:30 ayem, after getting to sleep about 4:30 ayem. My throat was so dry I couldn't swallow and could hardly breathe, so I went to the kitchen to swallow something wet and rehydrate the raisin that slumber had made of my esophagus. And there in the fridge was a baking dish covered in aluminum foil (I always want to type "tin foil"). I stood there, trying to figure out what was hiding under the foil – without actually having to look. And then I realized it was the remaining two turkey drumsticks (id est, tibiotarsi) from the four Spooky baked on Wednesday evening. In the chaos of the weekend and the freak nor'easter, they'd been forgotten. At least one (and maybe two) turkey's had sacrificed their legs, and we couldn't even be bothered to have the decency not to waste them. I stared a moment, went back to bed, laid there a short while, unable to stop thinking about the wasted turkey legs, hungry people, murdered turkeys, and got up again. See, thing is, we don't waste food. Anyway, that seems to have set the tone for the day.
I was thinking a thought, but now I can't recall what it might have been. Thank you, meds. Really, I could stop taking this toxic shit. But then Spooky would murder me. Thank you, dear sweet filthy world.
---
And, I REPEAT: Okay, here's some news, so perk up those ears. I've been sitting on a secret for many, many months, and many of you know this. On November 2nd, there will be some manner of revelation, and on November 9th, all will be revealed. That's Wednesday, and then the next Wednesday. The NSA has agreed to declassify the files, and the MiBs will go public. The gag order will be rescinded. Some of you will not hear the news here first. Machineries are in motion that are far greater than am I. But...I believe there will be a lot of happy campers among you, and I think the wait will have been worth it. It's worn me ragged, keeping this secret. Feel free, today, to speculate!
---
Yesterday, I wrote 1,288 words on "Latitude 41°21'45.89"N, Longitude 71°29'0.62"W." I thought I'd finish it yesterday, but there's more to come. Also, sadly, I'm no nearer to a seeing a human body with lines of latitude and longitude. But...there went my train of thought again. Choo choo. Um. Oh, yeah. Sirenia Digest subscribers will be getting something very strange and special this month. Well, unless you hated Silk, in which case you'll just be getting something...very strange.
By the way, I would so totally fuck Tom Waits. True fact.
Meanwhile, it's not too early to preorder The Drowning Girl: A Memoir. On the other hand, it might very soon be too late order a copy of Two Worlds and In Between. Snoozers are frequently losers. Or they pay too much on eBay. Or settle for crappy Kindle editions.
A great line from The Log of the Sea of Cortez: "An ocean without its unnamed monsters would be like a completely dreamless sleep." Oh, to ever write a single sentence that sublime.
Also, if you cross the path of Rose Tyler today, do not fucking mistake her for Britney Spears or Christine Aguilera, or lasers will shoot forth from my bloodshot eyes, and those lasers will find you, no matter where you might be hiding. Respect the Companions, or die.
And Heineken? Fuck that shit! Pabst Blue Ribbon!
Oh, and here are photos from early, early, early on Sunday, as the nor'easter struck our street (struck, street – cute), and one from the next day (for some reason):
View from the middle parlour.
View from the front parlour.
Middle parlour, lit only by the snow and streetlights. Sort of gave me a House on Ash Tree Lane moment.
Reading material.
Spooky, who needs to shave her head again, but only wanted to go to sleep.
Next day! Sméagol sleeps!
All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathryn A. Pollnac
Irascible,
Aunt fucking Beast
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Date: 2011-10-31 06:27 pm (UTC)(*Spears*? Eck. Though to be fair, Piper produced some shite pop.)
Nice photos. I'm just wondering what you'd do if you found an unexpected hallway in your house.
Dammit. I'm speculating what surprises the new SD may hold. Mentioning Silk - that's just a huge tease!
Have a good Samhain.
- Ash
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Date: 2011-10-31 06:44 pm (UTC)Though to be fair, Piper produced some shite pop.
This is true, alas.
Dammit. I'm speculating what surprises the new SD may hold. Mentioning Silk - that's just a huge tease!
It is, ain't it?
xoxo
C
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:02 pm (UTC)And yeah, I'd fuck Waits too. There's something Pan-ish about his face. I'd ask him what the fuck "a blind pig" is, too.
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:04 pm (UTC)There's something Pan-ish about his face.
Exactly. And I would totally fun Pan. Or any satyr. I mean, that's what they're for!
A nice night to you.
Date: 2011-10-31 07:14 pm (UTC)Re: A nice night to you.
Date: 2011-10-31 07:16 pm (UTC)I want to know as much as you want to tell, so I have my napkins and my coffee and I am waiting.
It's coming.
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 07:26 pm (UTC)A blessed Samhain to you. Those first three photos are spooky. I like them.
Thank you!
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:32 pm (UTC)I happen to be dressed as Rose Tyler today and would gladly let you shoot lasers at anyone who makes such a mistake!
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:38 pm (UTC)I happen to be dressed as Rose Tyler today and would gladly let you shoot lasers at anyone who makes such a mistake!
Then you rock.
I wanted to be Joan from Mad Men, but, alas, my physique is not even in the same neighborhood...or on the same planet...as the divine's Christina Hendrick's.
Also, I'm probably 20 years too old.
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:44 pm (UTC)I'm probably 20 years too old to be attempting Rose Tyler, but I figured why not?
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:46 pm (UTC)I think the phrase "va-va-voom" was created for her!
Yerp.
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:50 pm (UTC)But I cannot see the pictures; either the NSA or the MiB set loathsome X'es on the way. Damn.
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:52 pm (UTC)But I cannot see the pictures;
Weird. Are you on an actual computer, or one of those mobile gizmos?
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:54 pm (UTC)YES! Sirenia Digest time is always the best time of the month, so this is just sweeter!
And between Tom Waits & Zachary Quinto (great taste by the way) you're givin' the boys a mirage of hope, haha! Although I'm a homomaximus Kinsey 6 my version of Tom Waits & Zach Quinto are gorgeous, brainy goth women!
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Date: 2011-10-31 07:58 pm (UTC)YES! Sirenia Digest time is always the best time of the month, so this is just sweeter!
I'm glad that you are glad.
Although I'm a homomaximus Kinsey 6 my version of Tom Waits & Zach Quinto are gorgeous, brainy goth women!
Gotta think about this.
Also, every time I took the Kinsey test, I got vastly different results.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:17 pm (UTC)Haha, its my hysterical way of saying I'm total fag but I'd go straight for a cool goth girl, they're the epitome of feminine beauty to me.
Also, every time I took the Kinsey test, I got vastly different results.
The Kinsey Scale is interesting and helpful but like all scales it is limited by it's own imagination.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 08:32 pm (UTC)Thanks for the photos.
Sméagol looks quite regal. (sorry)
I hope my head doesn't explode with anticipation of the glorious secret, though it may explode after it's revealed.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:42 pm (UTC)Okay. That's just fucked up.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:43 pm (UTC)I hope my head doesn't explode with anticipation of the glorious secret, though it may explode after it's revealed.
I think you may be the most happy of anyone.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:44 pm (UTC)The Kinsey Scale is interesting and helpful but like all scales it is limited by it's own imagination.
Indeed.
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Date: 2011-10-31 08:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-10-31 09:01 pm (UTC)Did you happen to see the article on the discovery of Bram Stoker's journal?
http://www.cnn.com/2011/10/29/world/dracula-journal-discovered/index.html?hpt=wo_t4
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Date: 2011-10-31 09:04 pm (UTC)I haven't read Cortez. I need to correct this situation.
Yes, you do.
I'm glad the wait is almost over for you and the readership.
You and me both.