You know what's amazing?

Hadestown! It's a folk-rock opera/concept album based on the myth of Orpheus and Eurydice and set in a combination of the southern United States during the Great Depression and a dream-like post-societal-collapse future dystopia. Hadestown is an underground city of relative wealth that's extremely hard to get into or out of ( Read more... )

The Mountain Goats covering Neutral Milk Hotel is the best thing. ("I'm so anxious to cover it that I haven't really properly learned all the lyrics!")

"Two-Headed Boy" lyrics, according to John Darnielle: In the dark they will take off your clothes, lace their fingers in the notches on your spine! Everything that you can touch is silent, sleeping ( Read more... )

I haven't done any writing for NaNo yet today. Woke up early enough, since my body thinks it's an hour later than the clocks say it is-- but I decided to spend a few hours reading, and then I assisted my mother in taking the dog to the vet's office for some kind of laser treatment (?) that's supposed to help him with back and joint pain. I kinda ( Read more... )

Cumulative NaNoWriMo word count: 4,668

And I'm not done with the day yet, no! I'm taking a break while my little sister entertains her LOUD FRIEND in the next room. I've been struggling even more than usual with a.) distraction (especially since Louise keeps bursting in here to Show [Me] Something Awesome!), and b.) perfectionism/feelings of ( Read more... )

I haven't done much at all today, save finish a letter to Carrie, eat a (delicious!) sandwich, drink my hot caffeine, refill a prescription at the Rite-Aid that's like four blocks from my house, and Be On the Computer. Yes, my life is a thrill per minute. I know.

Since I haven't got much to say this evening, I'll share a song. It's about Harold T. ( Read more... )

In the spirit of Halloween season, I'd like to encourage every literarily-inclined person reading this post to take a look at my favorite classic horror novels, The Haunting of Hill House and We Have Always Lived in the Castle, by Shirley Jackson (not to be confused with the estimable Shelley Jackson, although they are both excellent writers of ( Read more... )

So I've been bumming around the house all day long. I had an appointment with Dr. Feelgood my friendly local mustachioed psychiatrist-since-high-school, who I only really see anymore to get pills ordered in to the university pharmacy, but the appointment's been postponed. This is irritating 'cause I'm all out of pills. Anyway, I didn't feel like ( Read more... )

My mom's brother's family sent me these excellent shoes (they're tan, what the website calls "bark"). It's my first birthday gift, apart from donations to Full Moon Farm, a sanctuary for wolf-dog hybrids where I've done volunteer work (& which is perpetually short on funds). My mom and I went to our town's annual "Trash to Treasure" sale, which is ( Read more... )

   ...all this empty country, and I am its king, and I should never be allowed to touch anything...

Oh. Oh. Oh my god.

All right, now I speak as one who can count all the proper concerts she's ever been to on her fingers and still have fingers left, but I hope it'll still mean something when I say that that was the best. best. best show I've ever ( Read more... )

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