"Your sky, all hung with jewels." (111)
Cold and partly cloudy today. Last night's low was 30˚F and today's high was 49˚F.
I was up at six a.m., and I did four and a half hours on MP2, and talked to Mike, then went and got my COVID-19 booster (mine and Spooky's fifth shots; we got a second punch card). Then I came back and watched a two-part documentary, Plants Behaving Badly, narrated by David Attenborough. How could I resist a title like that? The first half was carnivorous plants and the second half was orchids. And then it was back to work, and I did another two hours on MP2. I really want a whole and solid first draft by Monday morning, but that's beginning to feel as if it's asking a lot. I just sent Jun a bunch of stuff for the final figure, the one for the phylogenetic analysis.
Um...I said I went to the pharmacy. Right.
Here's some stuff I said on Twitter:
The thought of trying to navigate the tedium of #Mastodon just makes me tired. I don't need anything else that makes me tired. I'll be here if & until Twitter folds, then I'll be @ LJ & FB & that's *more* than enough social media for me; the word "mastodon" will remain untainted.
~ and ~
I suppose the *only* thing I would genuinely miss about Twitter is the contact with other vert paleo and herp folks. I won't get that elsewhere. BTW, greygirlbeast at LJ and caitlin.r.kiernan at FB. Yeah, I know. For old people. I'm not young, kiddos.
~ and ~
Frankly, I get a LOT more feedback on Facebook. I've been here since June 2009, & Twitter still seems to look at me askance.
~ and, finally, -
Too many people think my fiction sets out to scare them. No. Almost never. My fiction, to the degree that it can be said to have a goal, sets out to make the reader feel awe, wonder. It's just that the path to awe is often disquieting.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thanks
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:12 p.m.
I was up at six a.m., and I did four and a half hours on MP2, and talked to Mike, then went and got my COVID-19 booster (mine and Spooky's fifth shots; we got a second punch card). Then I came back and watched a two-part documentary, Plants Behaving Badly, narrated by David Attenborough. How could I resist a title like that? The first half was carnivorous plants and the second half was orchids. And then it was back to work, and I did another two hours on MP2. I really want a whole and solid first draft by Monday morning, but that's beginning to feel as if it's asking a lot. I just sent Jun a bunch of stuff for the final figure, the one for the phylogenetic analysis.
Um...I said I went to the pharmacy. Right.
Here's some stuff I said on Twitter:
The thought of trying to navigate the tedium of #Mastodon just makes me tired. I don't need anything else that makes me tired. I'll be here if & until Twitter folds, then I'll be @ LJ & FB & that's *more* than enough social media for me; the word "mastodon" will remain untainted.
~ and ~
I suppose the *only* thing I would genuinely miss about Twitter is the contact with other vert paleo and herp folks. I won't get that elsewhere. BTW, greygirlbeast at LJ and caitlin.r.kiernan at FB. Yeah, I know. For old people. I'm not young, kiddos.
~ and ~
Frankly, I get a LOT more feedback on Facebook. I've been here since June 2009, & Twitter still seems to look at me askance.
~ and, finally, -
Too many people think my fiction sets out to scare them. No. Almost never. My fiction, to the degree that it can be said to have a goal, sets out to make the reader feel awe, wonder. It's just that the path to awe is often disquieting.
Please have a look at the Big Cartel shop. Thanks
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
12:12 p.m.