Pepys is always writing 'Lay late abed' (except when he's getting up at 4 a.m. to be somewhere downriver at 8) and I fully sympathize with the feeling. Lay late abed today, reveling in the under covers warmth while the AC blew coolness into the bedroom, and dreamed a detailed bunch of things which the waking mind won't hold onto. But one was ( Read more... )

Did nothing today, which should probably count as a Gratitude: didn't need to do anything today. Did walk to the coffee shop that, it turns out, only has meals on weekends, and then to the coffee shop that has a limited range of sandwiches. Walking being something I've done little of in the last two years, it's a nostalgic return to an earlier self ( Read more... )

Picked a Bernard Cornwell mystery off the curbside, possibly thinking he was some other author. But the blurb sounded good- 'The Countess of Avebury, once an opera dancer, was killed while having her portrait painted. The artist was convicted of her murder and is due to hang. But influences in high places brought Rider Sandman on the scene as an ( Read more... )

Still feel clobbered: possibly something to do with pressure changes and what-all. The new 100 Demons is in the mail and will stay there because there's a strike/ lockout starting Monday. This bothers me less than it would normally: I'm not in a state to do Ima Ichiko justice just now. But I do wish they'd throw the CEO of Canada Post out and ( Read more... )

So telophase has created a random prompt generator focusing on fantasy art. If I had a brain I would at once grab that prompt "Your picture is of a dragon with a gift to give, wearing soft boots."

...except I think I already included it in the current unending WIP.

I was ready to push off on my bike but had to wait for a pickup truck moseying up the street and taking its own sweet time. Passed me, I saw it was full of bits and pieces of stuff, guy jumps out several doors up and goes to inspect a barbecue left out for the garbage pickup. Light dawns. I peddle up. 'You take scrap? I have this window screen and ( Read more... )

Thought that yesterday's rain had somehow ramped up the mould allergies; think it more likely that getting soaked in yesterday's rain (jacket still wet this morning) has given me a cold, along with half the world at work. Explains the long hours of delicious sleep last night that I hated to wake from, when I'd thought that was due to allergy meds ( Read more... )

amazon.jp knows all. They're still advertising a three volume compilation of Channel Five with a stand-alone story that will complete this 'uncompleted saga.' Volume three has yet to appear, after four years, and I'm sure never will. Given how many unfinished sagas I have of my own, I'm in no position to complain; but Shibata does do this. Well, ( Read more... )

No idea why I pulled up one of my ancient Papuwa fics this afternoon, written nearly 20 years ago in Japan and never reformatted out of word perfect. I know I was lonely and sniffly a lot in Tokyo, but I'd forgotten how that got written large into my characters' chronic longing for whichever other character it was that didn't love them back.

The ( Read more... )

Given that I'm working on a cold-- or working on not having a cold, which involves sleep, dope, water, and bowel-tolerance levels of vitamin C-- imagine how happy I was to show up at work and discover three guys away, including the Logistics Baby, and two of the remaining seven acclimatising with their mothers. No need for a fourth body, so the ( Read more... )