"After the torchlight red on sweaty faces..."
Sunny and hot until late this afternoon, when the thunderstorms came back. Then heavy rain. Our high was 89˚F. It is currently 88˚F, with a heat index of 96˚F and (another) flood advisory.
Once more, a better day than I have been having. I did some more long overdue maintenance on Luthíen the iMac. I changed my desktop background from a montage of fossil turtles from the McWane collection to a manatee, because I needed more green and blue about me. I did a bunch of dusting and shelved a armload of wayward books. I did a little laundry.
Also, I started listening to the audiobook of The Dinosaur Tourist, and I made it through "The Beginning of the Year Without a Summer," "Far From Any Shore," and "The Cats of River Street (1925)." The stories are really very well read. I was able to approve every single narrator used in all twelve volumes. Oh, they are, by the way (and all can be pruchased from Amazon.com on DVD or digitally from Audible):
Tales of Pain and Wonder
To Charles Fort, With Love
Alabaster
A is for Alien
The Ammonite Violin & Others
Two Worlds and in Between: The Best of Caitlin R. Kiernan (Volume One)
Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart
The Ape's Wife and Other Stories
Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlin R. Kiernan (Volume Two)
Dear Sweet Filthy World
The Dinosaur Tourist
Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales
I mean to listen to a lot of these stories over the next few days, in an effort to get my head out of the pit of anger, despair, and anxiety in which it has been mired and back into the fiction place.
The afternoon's comfort movie was Jon McTiernan's Die Hard With a Vengeance (1995). In a number of ways, it's my favorite of the series. A big part of that is the chemistry between Samuel Jackson and Bruce Willis, reunited after Pulp Fiction (in which they shared not a single scene). But also, Jeremy Irons and the inexplicably (but wonderfully) cast Sam Phillips make such marvelously sexy villains. And, well, shit blows up real good.
So, that was today.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
4:57 p.m.
Once more, a better day than I have been having. I did some more long overdue maintenance on Luthíen the iMac. I changed my desktop background from a montage of fossil turtles from the McWane collection to a manatee, because I needed more green and blue about me. I did a bunch of dusting and shelved a armload of wayward books. I did a little laundry.
Also, I started listening to the audiobook of The Dinosaur Tourist, and I made it through "The Beginning of the Year Without a Summer," "Far From Any Shore," and "The Cats of River Street (1925)." The stories are really very well read. I was able to approve every single narrator used in all twelve volumes. Oh, they are, by the way (and all can be pruchased from Amazon.com on DVD or digitally from Audible):
Tales of Pain and Wonder
To Charles Fort, With Love
Alabaster
A is for Alien
The Ammonite Violin & Others
Two Worlds and in Between: The Best of Caitlin R. Kiernan (Volume One)
Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart
The Ape's Wife and Other Stories
Beneath an Oil-Dark Sea: The Best of Caitlin R. Kiernan (Volume Two)
Dear Sweet Filthy World
The Dinosaur Tourist
Houses Under the Sea: Mythos Tales
I mean to listen to a lot of these stories over the next few days, in an effort to get my head out of the pit of anger, despair, and anxiety in which it has been mired and back into the fiction place.
The afternoon's comfort movie was Jon McTiernan's Die Hard With a Vengeance (1995). In a number of ways, it's my favorite of the series. A big part of that is the chemistry between Samuel Jackson and Bruce Willis, reunited after Pulp Fiction (in which they shared not a single scene). But also, Jeremy Irons and the inexplicably (but wonderfully) cast Sam Phillips make such marvelously sexy villains. And, well, shit blows up real good.
So, that was today.
Later Taters,
Aunt Beast
4:57 p.m.