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Skimp on one journal entry, everything piles up. Outside it's very cold. Well, very cold if you're me. 43˚F, and the low tonight will be 22˚F (-5.5 C). This might come out all higgledy piggledy (double dactyl!), but at least it will be a higgledy-piggledy list.

[One-hour pause to install iTunes 10.5.1, which should have been easy, but wasn't.]

1. Yesterday we saw Guy Ritchie's Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows. Marvelous. If Ritchie's making Holmes purists uncomfortable, more power to him. A Game of Shadows was at least as smart, and funny, and as fine a box of eye candy as Sherlock Holmes (2009). Oh, and lots of deftly inserted (cough, cough) gay innuendo, so booya. Robert Downey, Jr. and Jude Law, I love you. Great chess, too. Eight tentacles up.

2. Last night, late, I finished with Stephen Jones' A Book of Horrors. All I had left to go was Robert Shearman's very good Machenesque "A Child's Problem," Dennis Etchinson's pleasantly odd and wistful piece "Tell Me I'll See You Again," and Richard Christian Mathenson's somewhat delightfully sadistic "Last Words." The latter might have served as a fitting bit for Sirenia Digest. I don't read much contemporary horror, but A Book of Horrors is a solid volume (plus, you get my piece, "Charcloth, Firesteel and Flint").

3. Thursday evening was cold, windy, and the sky spat rain. That would have been the first day of the vacation, yes? This day is the third. But I sort of did some work during the day, unless I misremember...which is always a possibility. Later, we visited the RISD Art Gallery (and got our nephew, Miles, a very bow-tie book for Solstice), then went out to get supplies (for both Spooky and me) at Jerry's Artarama*, then stopped near Brown and got delicious food from Mama Kim's Korean BBQ for dinner. It was worth huddling under my umbrella for.

4. Yesterday, UPS brought my copy of Star Wars: The Old Republic, and I recreated my Twi'lek Sith inquisitor Herazade and began leveling again. Made it to nine. I really am loving this game. Utterly bow tie, despite my initial predictions and impressions. However, a caveat: Why can game designers not rid us of the ubiquitous MMORPG silly hop? Have they never noted how humanoids jump? Generally, pushing off and up with the ball/toe of one foot, then landing with their opposite/s. Simple anatomy. Hopping up and down with bowed legs looks idiotic, and it's everywhere, except in console games, where a better knowledge of functional anatomy seems to prevail. The standing jump, of course, would be an exception, but, in most situations, standing jumps are rare, and may not serve here as an explanation or excuse.

5. Tonight, we see Brown Bird play at the Met in Pawtucket, and our Honourary Gentleman Caller, [livejournal.com profile] readingthedark, will be joining us for the musical shenanigans. Gonna rock.

6. Since we'd let our Audible.com credits back up, I downloaded three books the other day: first, Harlan reading his own Edgeworks Volume 1 – which is a delight – William Gibson's Neuromancer; and Paolo Bacigalupi The Wind-Up Girl. The last is the only I've not read, but I have great hopes. Of course, I'm not reading here, but listening, which is a distinctly different experience. Since I was a very, very small child I have savoured having stories and novels read to me. Unlike ebooks, audiobooks are bow tie.

7. Right now, plans are that the "teaser" trailer for The Drowning Girl: A Memoir will go live at 12 ayem EST (1 ayem CaST) on January 1st, New Year's Day. It will appear at that moment on my LiveJournal, as well as YouTube, Vimeo, etc. I will ask people to repost and embed it and link to it and spread it far and wide. I need the front page of my website redesigned for this book, but presently have no options. If anyone is willing to offer their web-fu for a FREE signed and inscribed copy of the book, email me at greygirlbeast(at)gmail(dot)com and we'll work something out.

And that is all! No more words! Vakayshun!

Leisurely,
Aunt Beast

* In The Drowning Girl: A Memoir, Imp works at Jerry's.
greygirlbeast: (hammy)
Listening to Bob Dylan on iTunes is wonderful, but also somehow very, very weird.

This morning, the new iMac is, at last, pretty much the way I need it to be. So, I will spare you the gory details of yesterday, which are fractious and dull as dirt, anyway. And I will also spare you the new printer drama. And the new desk drama, except to say that I've been writing on the same desk since the autumn of 1993. Pretty much everything I've written that has been published, which is pretty much everything fictional I've written, was done on that one desk, which I think I got at Storehouse in Homewood (AL) for about $30. Almost fourteen years from one crappy desk made of composite board and "wood-grain" laminate. I am nothing if not economical. The last few years, though, it had begun a sad sort of disintegration, and Spooky finally persuaded me to get something that's not such an eyesore. Still, I cannot bring myself to part with the old desk. It will be disassembled and placed in storage.

Yesterday, it occurred to me, somewhat belatedly, that making the long drive to Birmingham for a five minute reading at Alabama Bound is really kind of silly, especially given the cost of gasoline. But I said that I would do it, and so do it I shall. But still, it's damned silly. I may read from the article I recently wrote for Locus. Truthfully, there's not much I can read in the time allotted. I think Alabama Bound would be better served by scheduling fewer authors and giving us more time to read, at least fifteen or twenty minutes. At the very least.

I have decided to leave Nebari.net up for the time being. Sentimentality is a bitch. I'm going to try to find a cheaper host than Earthlink, though. Surely, I can anchor this thing somewhere for less than $20/month. Also, if I'm going to leave it online, I'm going to add some new content. Eventually. Soonish.

Not much else to be said for yesterday. Not much at all. It was all tedium and frustration, but we did watch two more episodes of the excellent Planet Earth series last night — "Deserts" and "Ice Worlds." And we read the first half of Lemony Snicket's The Reptile Room. Oh, wait. There was a very nice letter from [livejournal.com profile] jtglover, an actual pen-and-ink letter which rather made my day. Thank you. It's the little things, the things that aren't actually little at all.

Today, it really is time to get back upon the horse (as it were). Words must now be written. The platypus is not a happy camper.

'Twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood,
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud.
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
"Come in," she said.
"I'll give you shelter from the storm."


— Bob Dylan, of course

Postscript (3:08 p.m.) — Regarding Alabama Bound, I should have made myself clearer. Authors are given five minutes to read. After that, however, there will be a question and answer period for each author, and we will be signing after our scheduled session. I will gladly sign anything and everything you bring; no limit.

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