My hair does not smell like Nebari snatch.
South Africa's Constitutional Court has ordered the country's parliament to amend marriage laws so that same-sex marriages will be legal within the next year. No, not the U.S., land of the free and so forth and such like, but South Africa. I'm waiting for one or another asshole white-power group to declare that this is what happens when you stop treating black people like cattle. Next thing you know, the gays are running things.
Anyway, yesterday Spooky came back from the market, where she'd gone to get the makings for chili, with a big ol' box of Cap'n Crunch. As a child, Cap'n Crunch was my most favorite cereal, even though those hard little yellow nuggets of corn and sugar inevitably made the roof of my mouth bleed. Sitting here having a bowl for breakfast, I was not surprised to see sugar listed as the second ingredient and brown sugar listed as the fourth. But hey, it's a great source of folic acid! And it still tears up the inside of my mouth. At least some things stay the same. Anyway, sugary kid cereals will not become a habit, but it was a nice, nostalgic diversion.
The writing went well yesterday. I did 1,506 words on the second piece for Sirenia Digest 12, which I'm calling "The Lovesong of Lady Ratteanrufer." It is an entirely different sort of story than "Metamorphosis A," so it looks like this issue of the digest will exhibit two distinctly different flavours.
Not much else to yesterday. Before the writing, but after the journal entry, I read Angela Carter's "The Cabinet of Edgar Allan Poe." We tried to go for a walk at one point, but it was raining so hard we only made it to the edge of Freedom Park before turning back for home. This morning the rain is gone and it looks like winter out there, clouds and most of the leaves have fallen. Just before bed, I read from The Velikovsky Affair (1966) - more research for The Dinosaurs of Mars.
Read chapters XXII and XXIII and finished House of Leaves (for the second time).
Also played more Final Fantasy XII, which I'm continuing to enjoy tremendously. But I will say that compared to FFX and FFX-2 (I didn't play XI), this is a darker and more difficult game. Overall, I prefer XII's battle system to the old turn-based system, but it is hard.
Here's an e-mail:
Dancy - A whole lot happens in S GA - here a monster, there a monster - but then, from Savannah to Birmingham, nothing? That seems a long way for a girl like that to go w/out a fight. I can't help but wondering what did happen. An uninterrupted bus ride somehow just doesn't seem likely.
Can't wait for Daughter of Hounds.
Well, this whole thing is complicated by there being two parallel realities. There's the one from Threshold, which has Dancy taking the bus from Waycross to Birmingham. In that worldline, her misadventures in Savannah precede her encounter in Waycross with the Gynander and Sinethella. However, in the Alabaster stories, we have a second worldline (perhaps created by Chance's actions at the end of Threshold), wherein Dancy travels to Waycross before Savannah and then leaves Savannah in the company of the Bailiff, with no apparent destination in mind. In the first worldline, on the bus trip from Waycross to Birmingham (Ch. 2, pp. 25-27, Roc 1st ed.), she does encounter the "hitchhiker," but, otherwise, I figured that the bus ride kept her fairly safe from monsters (and them safe from her). As for the second worldline, that present in Alabaster, I don't yet know what happens to her after she leaves Savannah. I have half a suspicion that she never reaches Birmingham.
Also, this comment from yesterday's second entry (LJ only), the one with the photos:
You have this remarkable ability to smile and yet seem palpably menacing. Like an orangutan "smiling" to let you see the teeth its going to use to chew your face off. That is, incidentally, a compliment.
Which is precisely how I take it, as a compliment. It's true that many anthropologists and primatologists have noted that in such non-human primates as chimps and baboons, the "smile" is employed as a threat display, not as a sign of friendship. What an exceedingly strange way to show you're happy or glad to see someone, by showing off your teeth. Most mammals snarl or grimace as a warning, not a welcome.
Okay. That was longer than I'd intended it to be. I must attend to the needs of the platypus. If you're reading this via Blogger or MySpace, you can see the photos from yesterday here (though, really, this journal is best read via LJ).
Postscript: Blame Spooky for this entry's subject line.
Anyway, yesterday Spooky came back from the market, where she'd gone to get the makings for chili, with a big ol' box of Cap'n Crunch. As a child, Cap'n Crunch was my most favorite cereal, even though those hard little yellow nuggets of corn and sugar inevitably made the roof of my mouth bleed. Sitting here having a bowl for breakfast, I was not surprised to see sugar listed as the second ingredient and brown sugar listed as the fourth. But hey, it's a great source of folic acid! And it still tears up the inside of my mouth. At least some things stay the same. Anyway, sugary kid cereals will not become a habit, but it was a nice, nostalgic diversion.
The writing went well yesterday. I did 1,506 words on the second piece for Sirenia Digest 12, which I'm calling "The Lovesong of Lady Ratteanrufer." It is an entirely different sort of story than "Metamorphosis A," so it looks like this issue of the digest will exhibit two distinctly different flavours.
Not much else to yesterday. Before the writing, but after the journal entry, I read Angela Carter's "The Cabinet of Edgar Allan Poe." We tried to go for a walk at one point, but it was raining so hard we only made it to the edge of Freedom Park before turning back for home. This morning the rain is gone and it looks like winter out there, clouds and most of the leaves have fallen. Just before bed, I read from The Velikovsky Affair (1966) - more research for The Dinosaurs of Mars.
Read chapters XXII and XXIII and finished House of Leaves (for the second time).
Also played more Final Fantasy XII, which I'm continuing to enjoy tremendously. But I will say that compared to FFX and FFX-2 (I didn't play XI), this is a darker and more difficult game. Overall, I prefer XII's battle system to the old turn-based system, but it is hard.
Here's an e-mail:
Dancy - A whole lot happens in S GA - here a monster, there a monster - but then, from Savannah to Birmingham, nothing? That seems a long way for a girl like that to go w/out a fight. I can't help but wondering what did happen. An uninterrupted bus ride somehow just doesn't seem likely.
Can't wait for Daughter of Hounds.
Well, this whole thing is complicated by there being two parallel realities. There's the one from Threshold, which has Dancy taking the bus from Waycross to Birmingham. In that worldline, her misadventures in Savannah precede her encounter in Waycross with the Gynander and Sinethella. However, in the Alabaster stories, we have a second worldline (perhaps created by Chance's actions at the end of Threshold), wherein Dancy travels to Waycross before Savannah and then leaves Savannah in the company of the Bailiff, with no apparent destination in mind. In the first worldline, on the bus trip from Waycross to Birmingham (Ch. 2, pp. 25-27, Roc 1st ed.), she does encounter the "hitchhiker," but, otherwise, I figured that the bus ride kept her fairly safe from monsters (and them safe from her). As for the second worldline, that present in Alabaster, I don't yet know what happens to her after she leaves Savannah. I have half a suspicion that she never reaches Birmingham.
Also, this comment from yesterday's second entry (LJ only), the one with the photos:
You have this remarkable ability to smile and yet seem palpably menacing. Like an orangutan "smiling" to let you see the teeth its going to use to chew your face off. That is, incidentally, a compliment.
Which is precisely how I take it, as a compliment. It's true that many anthropologists and primatologists have noted that in such non-human primates as chimps and baboons, the "smile" is employed as a threat display, not as a sign of friendship. What an exceedingly strange way to show you're happy or glad to see someone, by showing off your teeth. Most mammals snarl or grimace as a warning, not a welcome.
Okay. That was longer than I'd intended it to be. I must attend to the needs of the platypus. If you're reading this via Blogger or MySpace, you can see the photos from yesterday here (though, really, this journal is best read via LJ).
Postscript: Blame Spooky for this entry's subject line.