"Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone..."
Overcast and only 38˚F. Fitting weather for the beginning of Jethro Tull Season 2016.
Today not only marks the 156th anniversary of the publication of Charles Darwin's On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life, it also marks the 15th anniversary of the beginning of my blog. You can see the first entry here. Encouraged by Neil Gaiman, who thought it might help me expand my readership, I began keeping a daily public journal at Blogger, and it was exclusive to Blogger until April 2004, when I began mirroring it here. In December 2005, the blog became exclusive to LiveJournal. You will find that most days between November 24, 2001 and today have an entry. The other day, Spooky calculated that I've been blogging now for 28.84% of my life, more than a quarter of my fifty-two years. There are 4,810 entries here at LJ, and at least another fifteen hundred over at Blogger. Will I still be doing this in 2021? Will the blog someday turn twenty years old? We'll just have to wait and see. I've tried to quit several times, and I keep coming back.
Today is also, apparently, Thanksgiving Day. Spooky's making rigatoni for dinner. We did our turkey day thing yesterday, with our annual (since 2012) slices of the Thanksgiving pizza from Fellini's on Wickenden. It really is a marvelous thing: whole wheat crust with turkey, dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce on the side.
Yesterday, I finished reading Nnedi Okorafor's really delightful Binti. Now, I have to find more of her stuff. I began the novella a few days back, but was distracted and didn't pick it up again until yesterday. I recommend it most highly.
Last night, we began watching Season One of Cameron Crowe's Roadies, and I loved the first episode, and just as it was ending I thought, "Shit, this is too good, it's been cancelled." Before I began watching the second episode, I checked Wikipedia and saw that I was correct. So. I'll enjoy the ten episodes that exist and try not to mourn what will never be.
Now, work.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
Today not only marks the 156th anniversary of the publication of Charles Darwin's On the Origin of Species by Means of Natural Selection, or the Preservation of Favoured Races in the Struggle for Life, it also marks the 15th anniversary of the beginning of my blog. You can see the first entry here. Encouraged by Neil Gaiman, who thought it might help me expand my readership, I began keeping a daily public journal at Blogger, and it was exclusive to Blogger until April 2004, when I began mirroring it here. In December 2005, the blog became exclusive to LiveJournal. You will find that most days between November 24, 2001 and today have an entry. The other day, Spooky calculated that I've been blogging now for 28.84% of my life, more than a quarter of my fifty-two years. There are 4,810 entries here at LJ, and at least another fifteen hundred over at Blogger. Will I still be doing this in 2021? Will the blog someday turn twenty years old? We'll just have to wait and see. I've tried to quit several times, and I keep coming back.
Today is also, apparently, Thanksgiving Day. Spooky's making rigatoni for dinner. We did our turkey day thing yesterday, with our annual (since 2012) slices of the Thanksgiving pizza from Fellini's on Wickenden. It really is a marvelous thing: whole wheat crust with turkey, dressing, gravy, mashed potatoes, and cranberry sauce on the side.
Yesterday, I finished reading Nnedi Okorafor's really delightful Binti. Now, I have to find more of her stuff. I began the novella a few days back, but was distracted and didn't pick it up again until yesterday. I recommend it most highly.
Last night, we began watching Season One of Cameron Crowe's Roadies, and I loved the first episode, and just as it was ending I thought, "Shit, this is too good, it's been cancelled." Before I began watching the second episode, I checked Wikipedia and saw that I was correct. So. I'll enjoy the ten episodes that exist and try not to mourn what will never be.
Now, work.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast