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"Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay."
A sunny summer day. Currently, it's 81˚F ( Read more... ) -
"All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain."
As my birthdays go, yesterday was about as good as it ever gets. That makes two pleasant birthdays in a row, and for that I have Spooky to thank. And I am also grateful to everyone who wished me well via Facebook and LiveJournal and Twitter and email yesterday. Spooky cooked a marvelous lasagna, and she game me a cool Deinochierus figurine, a ( Read more... ) -
"I tried to walk on this wall." (Entry #4,900)
Currently, it's 27˚F. Most of the snow is still with us, and there will be flurries today and tonight ( Read more... ) -
"'Cause you hold your life when you hold that flame."
Yesterday, I did 1,528 words and reached THE END of "Whisper Road." It will appear in Sirenia Digest #125, which should go out to subscribers on Monday or Tuesday. That's getting a story hot off the griddle.
Today, Kathryn and I are 14.
TTFN,
Aunt Beast
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"And the martyr line, it's a bitter pill."
Ah, shit. It's Christmas again. Last year, we were in Neil's cabin in the Catskills. This year we're back in the land of clam cakes and quahogs. But it's a sunny day, and, right now, it's 59˚F (feels like 64˚F), with a projected high of 63˚F. But, that's okay, because it's gonna probably snow on Tuesday and kill all this freakish pseudo-spring ( Read more... ) -
And now we are Twelve.
Twelve is silk. Or maybe linen. I fear mine and Kathryn's anniversary may be a little dull today. After yesterday's fiasco, landing at the library in Peace Dale with nothing to do, I need to work today. And there's not a good movie playing at the Avon, just two different crappy romantic comedies. And it's too hot to do much in the way of cooking ( Read more... ) -
"Hey, little girl, would you like to be the king's pet or the king?"
I shudder to image the energy I waste fuming over internet baby talk/slang ( Read more... ) -
"The same city where I go when I sleep..."
Today is Spooky's birthday, and we will do Spooky's birthday stuff. This morning she thought she was being very funny, and she took this photo of me sleeping (in a dark room, hence the blurriness):
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Now We Are Eleven
Today is mine and Kathryn's eleventh anniversary.
Eleven is steel.
What should I have pierced, that isn't already pierced?
We a very late breakfast at the Classic Cafe, we're going to the Avon to see Whedon's take on Much Ado About Nothing (I'm going mostly for Amy Acker), and then Thai food for dinner. Or Indian. Or Vietnamese. Or Ethiopian ( Read more... ) -
"Little Lamb. Smile." (Four Vicodin)
Yesterday was an utter failure as a day off. The main problem is that Spooky's had a migraine since last Thursday night, which prevented us from doing...well anything. She's better today, but there was no planning yesterday. So...we're here, with incoming thunderstorms ( Read more... )