Singing loudly while listening to Siouxie
Today I experienced a moment of pure, unadulterated happiness while crouched among my plants in my garden. The moment was so intense, I rocked back, smiling like a half-wit, closing my eyes while turning my face to the sun like a sunflower. It felt like an orgasm.
I'm officially 2/3 of the way through my edits for Khepera Rising. I am sipping on Jim Beam. Siouxie and the Banshees is blasting through the speakers. I have finished writing my review of The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles and have posted it on my website's blog. I have also pissed of a seriously unimpressed Dane by posting one of Thomas's latest photographic offerings.
Judging by his profile pic, he looks rather grumpy. He said, "This is not funny. I fail to see the point."
He happens to be a friend of someone I like, so I won't dignify his comment on my posted item by replying to his comment. I could, however, think of a dozen snippy things to say, but I won't. I'm in a good mood. If someone fails to be amused by a mad-looking doctor pulling the guts of a pretty lass out with a pair of pliers, then it's not my problem, is it? Thomas went to a lot of trouble setting up that shoot and he's spending hours retouching the visuals.
So, ja...
I'm digressing. Go take a look at my blog on my site, if you're interested in some existential ramblings about The Sheltering Sky:
http://nerinedorman.com/blog/
It's guaranteed to be depressing, I promise.
I'm officially 2/3 of the way through my edits for Khepera Rising. I am sipping on Jim Beam. Siouxie and the Banshees is blasting through the speakers. I have finished writing my review of The Sheltering Sky by Paul Bowles and have posted it on my website's blog. I have also pissed of a seriously unimpressed Dane by posting one of Thomas's latest photographic offerings.
Judging by his profile pic, he looks rather grumpy. He said, "This is not funny. I fail to see the point."
He happens to be a friend of someone I like, so I won't dignify his comment on my posted item by replying to his comment. I could, however, think of a dozen snippy things to say, but I won't. I'm in a good mood. If someone fails to be amused by a mad-looking doctor pulling the guts of a pretty lass out with a pair of pliers, then it's not my problem, is it? Thomas went to a lot of trouble setting up that shoot and he's spending hours retouching the visuals.
So, ja...
I'm digressing. Go take a look at my blog on my site, if you're interested in some existential ramblings about The Sheltering Sky:
http://nerinedorman.com/blog/
It's guaranteed to be depressing, I promise.