Killing Babies and Such
What if instead of working at the library as it is...I worked at a library that was on an airship? And the ship had Victorian trimmings amidst cold steel and chrome? Well, this is what went through my head yesterday and as such I decided to dress accordingly. Tweed highpockets were had, brass button down boots quick stepped, a beige scarf flapped about and a dapper skintight vest hugged my ribs. I tell you it was an adventurous day. I felt as if I should be out wing walking. Which really, that mood has been growing lately with all the damnable movies I've been watching about the gritty days of early aviation.
Like:
and
and
and Amelia's rival:
I do believe there is a barrel-rolling, gruesome early aviatrix story in me. Add it to the list of stories yet to write. Time. I want more of it.
As I did not have an aeroplane to navigate, my Friday night was free and clear to go to the theater with Ms. C.S.E. Cooney. We saw this:
Unfortunately, the poster was creepier than the play.