A slip of the moment. (364)
And here, somehow, it is August. My 59th August, at the anterroom of the end of the world.
A hottish day. Our high was 91F, with a heat index of 94F.
I was up at 5 a.m., and I spent a couple of hours finding the endoskeleton of a new story. Something set in HPL's Dream Lands. Erotic, but blackly, bleakly so. I will actually begin to writing of it tomorrow, for Sirenia Digest 208.
I hardly slept.
Maybe this should be a very, very, very, very short blog entry. My mind keeps going to grim places, and we gotta keep it rainbows and unicons, right?
There's a shop where we sell stuff. Have a look.
I voted in a Society of Paleontology minor election (via email).
Oh, the new Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology arrived today. There's a bright spot.
Later,
Aunt Beast
9:04 a.m.
A hottish day. Our high was 91F, with a heat index of 94F.
I was up at 5 a.m., and I spent a couple of hours finding the endoskeleton of a new story. Something set in HPL's Dream Lands. Erotic, but blackly, bleakly so. I will actually begin to writing of it tomorrow, for Sirenia Digest 208.
I hardly slept.
Maybe this should be a very, very, very, very short blog entry. My mind keeps going to grim places, and we gotta keep it rainbows and unicons, right?
There's a shop where we sell stuff. Have a look.
I voted in a Society of Paleontology minor election (via email).
Oh, the new Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology arrived today. There's a bright spot.
Later,
Aunt Beast
9:04 a.m.