greygirlbeast: (The Red Tree)
A muggy grey day here in Providence. There was rain little earlier. Maybe we'll get sun later today.

No new links related to The Red Tree today. At least, not yet, anyway. I do think we might have some fresh evidence for the website this evening, though.

Yesterday, we discovered that Spooky's laptop was behaving oddly, so we drove it down to Warwick, to the Geek Squad guys at the Best Buy where she got it last year. Turns out, the hard drive was fried, so thank fuck for the three-year warranty. But we're still having to pony up for data retrieval, which wouldn't be so annoying, if there had not been unexpected car expense last week.

On the way home, we stopped at the Barnes and Noble in Warwick, because I'm getting all these reports of premature shelving on The Red Tree. But it seems that the B&N at Warwick is sticking to schedule. However, there was a very funny something, espcially in light of my comments on the 27th regarding "paranormal romance." As we were leaving, we passed a man and woman standing before a table displaying a large number of PR titles, all with this or that incarnation of the ubiquitous "tramp vamp" cover. The man seemed to be trying to explain the concept of the subgenre to the woman. She replied, "So, they've all got exactly the same plot." I actually laughed out loud, and I'm sure people thought I'd lost even more of my mind.

Also, on the subject of vampires who are not really vampires, yesterday, I was directed to this article at Slate: "Vampires Suck. Actually, they don't. And that's the problem." Very amusing, even though I do admit to having a big, ol' soft spot for Angel. I will say, I have half a mind to write the most balls-to-the-wall, blood-and-guts vampire novel possible. Something that would make Near Dark and 30 Days of Night look tame. Just as a personal "fuck you" to Stephanie Meyer and the Mormons. The hard part would be not to lapse into the idiocies of "splatterpunk."

Back home, I spent the evening working on Sirenia Digest #44. It's pretty much ready to go to [livejournal.com profile] thingunderthest to be PDFed, as soon as I have Vince's final artwork for "Vicaria Draconis."

It really does seem as if LiveJournal is evaporating around me. Posts to my friend's list grow fewer and farther between. So many people are fleeing to Facebook and the 140-character gratifications of Twitter. But I intend to keep this blog going for as long as LJ exists, and I have a backup at Dreamwidth, if it should all go kaput.

Okay. Platypus says we're almost done. Only thing left is to post three photos of the Eastern garter snake that Spooky and her mom and me spotted way back on July 3rd. Her mom saw it again a few days ago, sunning itself at the koi pond, and got some pictures before it slithered away:

Little Dragon )

Want

May. 15th, 2008 10:20 pm
greygirlbeast: (CatvonD vamp)

I want to know how it'll end.
I want to be sure of what it'll cost.
I want to strangle the stars for all they promised me.
I want you to call me on your drug phone.
I want to keep you alive so there is always the possibility of murder later.
I want to be there when you learn the cost of desire.
I want you to understand that my malevolence is just a way to win
I want the name of the ruiner.
I want matches in case I have to suddenly burn.
I want you to know that being kind is overrated.
I want to write my secret across your sky.
I want to watch you lose control.
I want to watch you lose.
I want to know exactly what it's going to take.
I want to see you insert yourself into glory.
I want your touches to scar me so I'll know where you've been.
I want you to watch when I go down in flames.
I want a list of atrocities done in your name.
I want to reach my hand into the dark and feel what reaches back.
I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer.
I want to be there when your hot black rage rips wide open.
I want to taste my own kind.
I want to be wrapped in cold wet sheets to see if it's different on this side.
I want you to come on strong.
I want to leave you out in the cold.
I want the exact same thing... but different.
I want some soft drugs.. some soft, soft drugs.
I want to throw you.
I want you to know I know.
I want to know if you read me.
I want to swing with my eyes shut and see what I hit.
I want to know just how much you hate me so I can predict what you'll do.
I want you to know the wounds are self-inflicted.
I want a controlling interest.
I want to be somewhere beautiful when I die.
I want to be your secret hater.
I want to stop destroying you but I can't.
And I want and I want and I want.
And I will always be hungry.
And I want and I want and I want...
-- Recoil
greygirlbeast: (platypus)
Another day off. Probably the last I can afford until November. Make the most of it.

Tomorrow, I shall get back to work on Sirenia Digest 11 (subscribe now) and The Dinosaurs of Mars.

It's cold here again. The L5P Halloween parade is this afternoon, but I'm feeling too reclusive to be bothered. Spooky might wander out that way. I've considered trying to sleep all day.

I'm not going to say much about The Prestige, because it's the sort of movie you could easily spoil for someone. But I loved it. Especailly David Bowie as Tesla. I'm really not crazy about Hugh Jackman, and I think that's my only complaint and it hardly seems valid. Besides, Christian Bale, Scarlett Johansson, Andy Serkis, and Michael Caine more than made up for him. And, er, David Bowie as Tesla. I was so dazzled by the props and costumes that I found myself losing track of the story at times. It's a beautiful, beautiful film. And Thom Yorke's "Anaylse" was the perfect song for the credits. Now I must see Sofia Coppola's Marie Antoinette.

Oh, and last week I promised myself four-words per "review" for this weekend's comments on the Friday night SFC line-up, didn't I? Okay, here goes:

Heroes: Still optimistic. Not convinced.

Dr. Who: I miss Christopher Eccleston.

Battlestar Galactica: Best episode this season.

My thanks to [livejournal.com profile] shadowmeursault for pointing me towards the new platypus skull icon.

After Battlestar Galactica, we switched over to TCM and watched Carl Theodor Dreyer's Vampyr - Der Traum des Allan Grey (1932), long a favourite of mine. I love the scene where Sybille Schmitz (Leone) watches Rena Mandel (Gisele) with that wide, predatory grin.

Later still, I tried to read something about the geochemistry of Martian soil, but got too sleepy, so Spooky read me a few pages from one of Francesca Lia Block's Weetzie Bat novels (which she's been devouring) until I dozed off.

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