Twenty
Sunny and cold today. It was still somewhere around freezing when I got up at 8 a.m., after a very sleepless night. Our high was 63˚F, and it is now 58˚F.
And today is the twentieth anniversary of this journal. It was begun at Blogger on November 24th, 2001, at the prompting of Neil Gaiman, who thought it might help me get my third (or fourth, depending) novel, Low Red Moon, written. And that was the plan, originally. I would keep the journal (I hated the neologism blog then and I still hate it now) going only long enough to get that one novel written, giving readers a glimpse at what writing a novel was like for me, and then I'd shut the thing down. But when I finished the book in August 2002, I just kept going. And going. And going. For twenty years. And it'll still be here tomorrow.
I just did the math. This journal, consisting of both the Blogger entries and the LJ entries (I began the shift to LJ in April 2004, but mirrored for a while), comprises a whopping 34.78% of my fifty-seven years on earth. A third of my life, right here for folks to read. There are entries for about 90% of the 7,306 days since the journal began. It must surely consist of many hundreds thousands of words. Someday I'll figure that out. Anyway, we'll see if I make it to a thirtieth anniversary.
Not much else to be said for the day. The afternoon's movie was del Toro's Pacific Rim (2013). After watching Blade II a couple of days back, I wanted to redeem myself by watching one of his films that I actually enjoy. And while I would not put Pacific Rim up there with del Toro's best (Pan's Labyrinth, The Devil's Backbone, Crimson Peak, The Shape of Water), it's a hell of a lot of fun and great eye candy. Plus, I'm always impressed that the film is built around two subjects that have never much interested me - giant robots and kaiju - and yet I adore it.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks. Also, our cool shit at Red Bubble.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast (after all these years)
10:49 a.m.
And today is the twentieth anniversary of this journal. It was begun at Blogger on November 24th, 2001, at the prompting of Neil Gaiman, who thought it might help me get my third (or fourth, depending) novel, Low Red Moon, written. And that was the plan, originally. I would keep the journal (I hated the neologism blog then and I still hate it now) going only long enough to get that one novel written, giving readers a glimpse at what writing a novel was like for me, and then I'd shut the thing down. But when I finished the book in August 2002, I just kept going. And going. And going. For twenty years. And it'll still be here tomorrow.
I just did the math. This journal, consisting of both the Blogger entries and the LJ entries (I began the shift to LJ in April 2004, but mirrored for a while), comprises a whopping 34.78% of my fifty-seven years on earth. A third of my life, right here for folks to read. There are entries for about 90% of the 7,306 days since the journal began. It must surely consist of many hundreds thousands of words. Someday I'll figure that out. Anyway, we'll see if I make it to a thirtieth anniversary.
Not much else to be said for the day. The afternoon's movie was del Toro's Pacific Rim (2013). After watching Blade II a couple of days back, I wanted to redeem myself by watching one of his films that I actually enjoy. And while I would not put Pacific Rim up there with del Toro's best (Pan's Labyrinth, The Devil's Backbone, Crimson Peak, The Shape of Water), it's a hell of a lot of fun and great eye candy. Plus, I'm always impressed that the film is built around two subjects that have never much interested me - giant robots and kaiju - and yet I adore it.
Please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Thanks. Also, our cool shit at Red Bubble.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast (after all these years)
10:49 a.m.