spectacles | greygirlbeast

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greygirlbeast Apr 04, 2022 17:47

Not a bad day. Sunny and warm. Our high was was 78˚F, which is our current temperature.

I was up at 6:30 a.m., and after a breakfast of instant oatmeal and coffee (mostly sugar and milk), I laid of the tentative prospective Table of Contents of Bradbury Weather twenty-six words (including three novellas) which, taken together, total ~220,869 words ( Read more... )

mythos tales, endings, extinction, comes a pale rider, doom, vile affections, cambrian tales, 1983, too much work, houses under the sea, subpress, big cartel, hpl, our own undoing, futureshock, spectacles, mosasurs, mammals, elephants, mcwane, nan goldin, 2022, sirenia digest, science fiction, science, lovecraft, 1984, cosmicism

"This is what I get for leaving Hell and fucking monkeys."

greygirlbeast Jun 20, 2012 13:10

The first day of summer, and BAM, it's going to be hot as Hades. Wait, was Hades actually hot? Anyway, booya, summer finally comes to Providence! A high of 93˚F. today. Even hotter tomorrow ( Read more... )

readercon 23, turtles, joshi, cox, paleontology, drugs, insomnia, not writing, spectacles, mtv, guilt, rping, not enough sleep, interviews, summer, blood oranges, alabaster

"I'm spinning. How quick the sun can drop away."

greygirlbeast Jun 16, 2012 15:31

So, here's Pride in Providence, and it's also Bloomsday, and it's doubtful I'll be celebrating either. Which is bullshit, but there you go. Regardless, downtown Providence is awash with queers, police cars, blocked-off streets, and the Irish pubs are already filling up. I only know these things because I had to go back to the optometrist today at ( Read more... )

queer, good movies, cover art, fay grimmer, too much work, spectacles, lost days, editing, books, kid night, anger, depression, proofreading, blood oranges, deadlines, alabaster, bloomsday

"All five horizons revolved around her soul as the earth to the sun."

greygirlbeast Jun 14, 2012 12:33

We saw a little summer, and now cold spring has wrapped itself about us once again. Today, we'll be lucky to see 71˚F (currently a balmy 66˚F), and the skies are overcast. And I know, now, that the next six months are going to be the busiest of my whole writing career (well, thus far, so the busiest in nineteen years). Busy is good. Busy is work. ( Read more... )

myths, religion, dinosaurs of mars, spectacles, film, symbolism, publishing crap, prometheus, bob eggleton, cold weather, telephones, squirrels, blue canary, alien, ridley scott, alabaster