greygirlbeast: (Shah1)
Summer is almost upon us. A very hot day in the house yesterday, and the inside temperature reached 84F, I think, and was still at 81F when I finally got to sleep around 4 a.m. Today, however, it's cloudy, and there was rain. Today's high will only be in the 70s.

Despite the heat, I managed my best day yet (in terms of word count) on "Galápagos." I wrote 1,289 words. I might have written more, if I'd not had to spend so much time reading and researching and answering questions about astrochemistry,spectroscopy, exogenesis, organic chemistry, and South Korean history. But, yes, heat or no, a good writing day. The story is presently 5,836 words long, and I suspect will go near 10,000 before it's done. This story is helping me to remember how to write at a more leisurely pace, and that's a good thing.

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It's been more than a month now since I left Second Life (31 days as of Thursday, May 21st). I think this time it's going to stick. Not only have I gotten back an enormous portion of my life that was vanishing into that time suck, I've also been freed from the never-ending stress, drama, and idiocies that are part and parcel to trying to wring good rp from SL. Next Sunday (the 31st) would have marked my second "rez day" (two years in SL), and I am very glad to say I won't be there to celebrate. We've also managed to scale way back on the amount of time going into WoW. Suddenly, there's time for, you know, life. Oh, and I am actually very relieved to hear that there's a mandatory update coming to SL, and that my iMac's OS doesn't meet the minimum requirements. This means there's no danger of backsliding. So, screw you, SL, and screw all the whiners and asshats that have made of it such a nightmare. Now, if only I could take back all that lost time. Though, I am grateful for my memories of Dune, while it lasted. And my time in New Babbage, before the furries invaded. Nothing on earth kills the illusion of a NeoVictorian steampunk dystopia quicker than candy-colored anthropomorphic rabbits and foxes who can't be bothered to stay in character or speak anything but l33t.

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Last night, we got in some WoW for the first time in days, and Shaharrazad and Suraa quested in Nagrand and both reached Level 69. Of course, this means we have only one level remaining until we reach the cap for "The Burning Crusades" (though we still have hundreds of quests left to do in that expansion), and I doubt we'll be picking up "Wrath of the Lich King" for at least a couple of months. Which means we'll be spending a while at Level 70, but that's cool. We still have to go back and garner reputation and do all the lower-level dungeons on Azeroth that Blizzard makes impossible for solo players and duos to do at the levels when it's actually appropriate to do them.

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Spooky has listed new stuff, including a fine green cat, over at her Etsy shop, Dreaming Squid Dollworks. Please do have a look.

Also, if you don't yet have a copy of Alabaster, remember that the new trade-paperback edition is now available from subpress, and includes all Ted's artwork from the hardback, including the gorgeous wraparound cover.

* Translated from Baegu, "Though you are crying and crying, who else will carry you?"
greygirlbeast: (Western Interior Seaway)
And yesterday was the sort of "day off" that I dread, the usual sort. Truthfully, I should have had the good sense to leave the house, go to Fernbank or the Zoo in Grant Park or maybe the Botanical Gardens...anywhere. In fact, I didn't step outside the house all damn day. I thought I had a plan, but it spiraled into something else, which, as I have said, is the usual way of things. I could neither rest nor keep my mind occupied, and the frustration mounted, the frustration and the boredom.

High points of yesterday: I read Chapter 9 of Chris Beard's book on anthropoid origins (Chapter 9, "Resurrecting the Ghost"). The chapter was mainly concerned with Beard's fieldwork in the Eocene beds along the banks of China's Yellow River (Huáng Hé), between 1994-1997, before the strata were flooded by construction of one of the nation's many idiotically short-sighted hydroelectric dam projects. I packed only two boxes.

And speaking of the packing of the second box, I shall now offer another unsolicited testimony to the durability of Apple computers. Somehow, I tangled my ankle in the power cord of my seven-year-old iBook last night, pulled it off the desk, and it fell three feet to a hardwood floor. And besides a bent jack on the yo-yo power adapter thingy — which is not truly a part of the actual computer — no apparent damage was done. It's only my secondary computer at this point, as I now work on the iMac, but it was still a moment of sheer fucking horror, watching it crash to the floor. I assumed the worst. I was amazed. Thank you, Apple.

Oh, but that was not a high point. Uhm. There must have been others. We watched two more episodes from Season One of Millennium ("Powers, Principalities, Thrones and Dominions" and "Broken World"). I built a sort of homage to Dr. Suess' McElligot's Pool behind my Abney Park Laboratory (in Second Life). To quote the message I posted to the New Babbage forum (written, of course, as Prof. Nishi):

"The Abney Park Well:

While trying to recalibrate a portion of the lateral array of my temporal-spatial teleportation beam, I confess that I accidentally confused the X and Z axes, and, thereby, vaporized a vertical shaft of masonry and bedrock just behind the laboratory. The width of the vacated area is approximately 4.2 metres in diameter, with a depth of some 100 metres. The accident has unexpectedly tapped into some subterranean extension of the Mare Verne, creating an Artesian well (though the salinity of the water renders it unpotable). However, initial investigations indicate that the pool is inhabited by a number of species of marine life, including fish of various sorts. All those curious are invited to visit the pool (which, for the sake of public safety, I have walled in) and fish there. I have named the pool in honour of that great, lately deceased New Babbage ichthyologist, Dr. Theodor Geisel McElligot. No swimming, please. Study of this new hydrological feature will continue..."

Spooky (Artemisia) did most of the actual work. I did the design. And yes, you can really fish there, and really catch fish. I also made a few new LJ icons, inspired by what I'd written about Panthalassa yesterday. The one that I'm using today is, of course, a view of North America during the Late Creaceous, with the Mississippi Embayment and the Western Interior Seaway very prominent. I also did one of Pangaea, and one of a Tyrannosaurus rex, and a William Stout painting of a trilobite. I did a little work on the Palaeozoic Museum in New Babbage, adding another of Benjamin Waterhouse Hawkins paintings and two lithographs of Archaeopteryx. That was the best of yesterday.

Today, we make corrections to the manuscript of A is for Alien, which came back to me from [livejournal.com profile] sovay and Massachusetts on Friday.

And here, a mere 21 days remain until Birthday No. -04. Shudder. Belatedly, I'm taking a cue from [livejournal.com profile] docbrite and [livejournal.com profile] faustfatale, and declaring the whole month of May to be my Royal Birthday Month. So, if you are given to such things, here's my Amazon wish list. Thank you. You wouldn't think a world could get this much more messed up in only -04 years, but you'd be wrong.

I want to write more about Panthalassa — particularly about how one can simultaneously be an atheist and a polytheist, and how one of the things that, increasingly, disturbs me about "orthodox" Wicca ("Gardnerian") is that it is drifting ever nearer a default monotheism, a sort of surrogate Xtianity where the tripartite goddess stands in for Jesus/"God"/the Holy Spirit (maybe chuck the Virgin Mary in there as a "female" mask), and any number of Panthalassa-related issues. But this is getting long. I'll save it for tomorrow, instead.
greygirlbeast: (redeye)
Generally, I avoid talking about health issues on LJ/MySpace, as I usually consider that sort of thing firmly in the realm of the private. But I've been suffering from an apparent TMJ flare-up since mid-October, and the last two days, in particular, have been excruciatingly uncomfortable. Not sleeping well, and during the day, the pain makes concentration almost impossible. And there's all this work that absolutely will not wait for this thing to pass. Though I could ill-afford the time away from the desk, I took yesterday off, trying to recover a bit, but the way I feel this morning, I'm pretty sure it was a futile gesture. (And please, no suggestions for treating TMJ).

On Tuesday, I began the "reverse lycanthropy" piece for Sirenia Digest #24, which I am calling "The Wolf Who Cried Girl" (thank you, Spooky). I did 1,006 words, and hopefully I'll be able to pick up today where I left off, as I need to get this one written and away to Vince by Monday.

Yesterday, we attended a matinee showing of Frank Darabont's adaptation of Stephen King's novella, The Mist. I went in hopeful, but skeptical. I left the theatre stunned and duly impressed. As I have said so many times before, I'm not a film (or book) reviewer, but you can find a review that says a lot of what I feel about The Mist at "Aint It Cool News." My complaints are few. I do wish the film could have spent more time on build-up, showing more of the storm that preceded the coming of the mist, the water spout, etc. Also, I think Thomas Jane as David Drayton is a problematic bit of casting in a film that is otherwise very well cast. On the one hand, Jane has the sort of bland everyman quality that King so often brings to his protagonists, and I can't say that Jane's that far off from Drayton as written in the novella. The problem arises, I think, from Marcia Gay Harden's superb performance as the zealous Mrs. Carmody. Gay's Carmody calls for a more passionate counterpoint, someone with a lot more screen presence than Thomas Jane. That said, yes, I was impressed. This is a story I've been wanting to see filmed since I first read it in Kirby McCauley's Dark Forces almost thirty years ago, and I am very glad that it wasn't made until sfx technology was able to catch up with King's vision. The creature design, which includes work by Bernie Wrightson, is wonderful. But the most stunning thing about Darabont's take on "The Mist" is its ending (which I will not spoil). I went in figuring that we'd either get the ending from King's story or we'd get a much rosier ending dictated by test-audience opinions. Instead, Darabont takes away King's bleak and unresolved ending, and in its stead we are given an ending that is far, far bleaker, and perhaps equally unresolved. This is, I think, the first real post-Katrina horror film, and the blow delivered by the last five minutes of The Mist seemed, to me, very much a comment on the American government's too-little, too-late response to the flooding of New Orleans. All in all, a chilling, powerful film that's much more about the frailty of civilization and just how thin a veneer "humanity" is, than it is a film about the Lovecraftian monstrosities lurking in the fog. Strongly recommended.

And for everyone who's wondered what I mean when I speak of the Second Life town of New Babbage, here's a brief tour, including a few shots of the Palaeozoic Museum:



...and as long as I'm at it, I'll repost the clip from The Culture Show:

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