"Its melancholy, long, withdrawing roar...."
Sunny mostly today, overcast now. Our high was 84.9F, heat index a more honest 85F.
I might have slept three full hours. This has GOT to fucking stop. This month, I have a novella to write and the morphology section of a mosasaur paper to write, and people are waiting on me, and I cannot fail. So, this not sleeping HAS TO STOP.
Please.
Today, lots moore email. The last correction for Ellen D. on "Build Your Houses With Their Back's to the Sea." I read a fairly old mosasaur paper of relevance to this study at hand (MP2), from 1999, a description of a speciemn from Alberta (seeingly from freshwater strata, no less). There's an editor doing a William S. Burroughs tribute, and I'm trying to figure out what I can write to him - and again it has to be done this month. This month I freaking turn sixty! Oh, and I talked to Drew Gentry, and because he has a bunch of work and I have a bunch of work, we're going to do our next two turtle papers in the autumn. They're fucking cool turtles, man. Mike P. called and we talked awhile about nosasaur eyes and ears (auditory and photosensitivity). Oh, and today I signed books for Dreaming Squid Sundries customers (see photo below).
C'mon, Red Bull. Wake my ass the fuck up.
Let's see, stuff I posted to Twitter and Facebook (id est, filler):
Einstein famously said, “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.” But it's looking more like III will be fought with iPhones and TikTok/Twitter, and IV...who knows. It won't much matter. (Meant slightly tongue in cheek.)
~ and ~
Thirty-five years ago today, one of my fvaorite albums EVER, the Cure's Disintegration. I was twenty-five years old.
Also, an old friend posted the following: Respect is reciprocal. Calling people cis negates the equanimity of allowing people to self identify by foisting labels on people like truscum and cisgender. If I said such things, I'd say, I'd ask if I might get an amen. But I don't say that sort of thing. And no, "punching up" doesn't make it okay.
I think that's enough for now. I'm gonna go RP, eat dinner, watch Dexter. Very soon now, I may have to spend my days on the novella and my nights on MP2. So, play while I can, etc.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
9:33 a.m.
I might have slept three full hours. This has GOT to fucking stop. This month, I have a novella to write and the morphology section of a mosasaur paper to write, and people are waiting on me, and I cannot fail. So, this not sleeping HAS TO STOP.
Please.
Today, lots moore email. The last correction for Ellen D. on "Build Your Houses With Their Back's to the Sea." I read a fairly old mosasaur paper of relevance to this study at hand (MP2), from 1999, a description of a speciemn from Alberta (seeingly from freshwater strata, no less). There's an editor doing a William S. Burroughs tribute, and I'm trying to figure out what I can write to him - and again it has to be done this month. This month I freaking turn sixty! Oh, and I talked to Drew Gentry, and because he has a bunch of work and I have a bunch of work, we're going to do our next two turtle papers in the autumn. They're fucking cool turtles, man. Mike P. called and we talked awhile about nosasaur eyes and ears (auditory and photosensitivity). Oh, and today I signed books for Dreaming Squid Sundries customers (see photo below).
C'mon, Red Bull. Wake my ass the fuck up.
Let's see, stuff I posted to Twitter and Facebook (id est, filler):
Einstein famously said, “I know not with what weapons World War III will be fought, but World War IV will be fought with sticks and stones.” But it's looking more like III will be fought with iPhones and TikTok/Twitter, and IV...who knows. It won't much matter. (Meant slightly tongue in cheek.)
~ and ~
Thirty-five years ago today, one of my fvaorite albums EVER, the Cure's Disintegration. I was twenty-five years old.
Also, an old friend posted the following: Respect is reciprocal. Calling people cis negates the equanimity of allowing people to self identify by foisting labels on people like truscum and cisgender. If I said such things, I'd say, I'd ask if I might get an amen. But I don't say that sort of thing. And no, "punching up" doesn't make it okay.
I think that's enough for now. I'm gonna go RP, eat dinner, watch Dexter. Very soon now, I may have to spend my days on the novella and my nights on MP2. So, play while I can, etc.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
9:33 a.m.