woke up too early, met a dog, have run out of books O.O
What I just finished reading:
ftl, y'all! which i quite enjoyed. i didn't love all the art, and some of the stories either ended abruptly or needed more in the middle, but it's an anthology and that happens. it was definitely worth kickstarting.
What I am reading now:
nothing, actually. i have no idea what to read now. >.< i ordered the sleeper and the spindle, by neil gaiman and chris riddell, but it hasn't come yet, and i don't know what i own that i haven't read yet or that i want to read again. so... i don't know.
What I'm going to read next:
don't know the answer to this either! i should get the next rivers of london book, so maybe that.
i woke up an hour and a half early this morning for no reason other than apparently my body decided i needed to be awake at six. >.< i went back to sleep, because what the hell. a bunch of people shared their cats and dogs at the almost-daily end-of-day catch-up meetings that one of the groups i support has, and when i went for a walk after work i met a very sweet and very soft cocker spaniel named elton john. his person said he needed a haircut but the groomers are all closed. i didn't think he looked particularly overgrown. i mean, cocker spaniels always look like they need haircuts anyway. i talked to his person for a bit - the guy emigrated from portugal when he was nine and has been in somerville since 1965. O.O i bet it's changed a lot. his wife is retiring at the end of the year and they're moving to west palm beach, because he has a house there. which sounds kind of posh to me, except he did not seem posh in any way. dude's done well for himself, i guess. also his dog was super cute, and i got a huge kick out of his name.
i kept netflix after my free trial, because i forgot i wanted to watch the umbrella academy. it's weird so far and i'm enjoying it.
the pentagon officially released three videos that may or may not show navy pilots' encounters with ufos, because the videos had already leaked onto the internet and the pentagon wanted everyone to know they were real. well, the videos are real. no word on what the pentagon thinks the pilots all saw.
tomorrow's the last poem of the month!
& of the lattermath I can only say
that with the rain the cattails grew so high
that the longing nearly subsided
this morning I am all moonshine on the snowbank
clockwise back to a better self I am
tenderfoot daisywheel though yesterday I was
warpath and daydreams of underfoot animals
o my fishhook in sheepskin I want
to spacewalk in time with you to teaspoon
sugar into your mouth to clean horsehairs
from under your fingernails honeymoon
of the longhouse I’ll meet you on the shadyside
of the limestone for years I grew lukewarm
with a backache but now I am whitefish
and blackberries I am forbearer and undercurrent
buttermilk and motherhood watertight thunderbird
forgive me my wipeout my deadend and foremost
forgive me my butterball my washrag wrung out
the grasslands of the graveyard I nearly misrecognized
what I almost became eggshell watercolor
drained pipe goodbye o my forever bedclothes
yours is the body warmblooded washbowl
that I seahorse into night after night and the dogwood
timepiece ticks the gumball fruitcup earache of our girls
you my wavelength my tailbone lemonlime jellybean
crewcut backstroke beachcomber I do I do
--"Marriage", Nicole Callihan
ftl, y'all! which i quite enjoyed. i didn't love all the art, and some of the stories either ended abruptly or needed more in the middle, but it's an anthology and that happens. it was definitely worth kickstarting.
What I am reading now:
nothing, actually. i have no idea what to read now. >.< i ordered the sleeper and the spindle, by neil gaiman and chris riddell, but it hasn't come yet, and i don't know what i own that i haven't read yet or that i want to read again. so... i don't know.
What I'm going to read next:
don't know the answer to this either! i should get the next rivers of london book, so maybe that.
i woke up an hour and a half early this morning for no reason other than apparently my body decided i needed to be awake at six. >.< i went back to sleep, because what the hell. a bunch of people shared their cats and dogs at the almost-daily end-of-day catch-up meetings that one of the groups i support has, and when i went for a walk after work i met a very sweet and very soft cocker spaniel named elton john. his person said he needed a haircut but the groomers are all closed. i didn't think he looked particularly overgrown. i mean, cocker spaniels always look like they need haircuts anyway. i talked to his person for a bit - the guy emigrated from portugal when he was nine and has been in somerville since 1965. O.O i bet it's changed a lot. his wife is retiring at the end of the year and they're moving to west palm beach, because he has a house there. which sounds kind of posh to me, except he did not seem posh in any way. dude's done well for himself, i guess. also his dog was super cute, and i got a huge kick out of his name.
i kept netflix after my free trial, because i forgot i wanted to watch the umbrella academy. it's weird so far and i'm enjoying it.
the pentagon officially released three videos that may or may not show navy pilots' encounters with ufos, because the videos had already leaked onto the internet and the pentagon wanted everyone to know they were real. well, the videos are real. no word on what the pentagon thinks the pilots all saw.
tomorrow's the last poem of the month!
& of the lattermath I can only say
that with the rain the cattails grew so high
that the longing nearly subsided
this morning I am all moonshine on the snowbank
clockwise back to a better self I am
tenderfoot daisywheel though yesterday I was
warpath and daydreams of underfoot animals
o my fishhook in sheepskin I want
to spacewalk in time with you to teaspoon
sugar into your mouth to clean horsehairs
from under your fingernails honeymoon
of the longhouse I’ll meet you on the shadyside
of the limestone for years I grew lukewarm
with a backache but now I am whitefish
and blackberries I am forbearer and undercurrent
buttermilk and motherhood watertight thunderbird
forgive me my wipeout my deadend and foremost
forgive me my butterball my washrag wrung out
the grasslands of the graveyard I nearly misrecognized
what I almost became eggshell watercolor
drained pipe goodbye o my forever bedclothes
yours is the body warmblooded washbowl
that I seahorse into night after night and the dogwood
timepiece ticks the gumball fruitcup earache of our girls
you my wavelength my tailbone lemonlime jellybean
crewcut backstroke beachcomber I do I do
--"Marriage", Nicole Callihan