How can a day go badly when, after sleeping a full eight hours, I am greeted with a description of "Les Fleurs Empoisonnées" as "Designing Women meets The Texas Chainsaw Massacre"? No way it can, I say. My thanks to
francis_clay for that, by the way. It's from his post to the
species_of_one forum (which might get more traffic if I ever mentioned it).
Yesterday was sort of a mess, writing wise. I did not finish "Pickman's Other Model." I only did 748 words. Then I had to stop and walk over to Sweetgrass to have my eyebrows done. I'm trying, frantically, to reconstruct myself after all these months of illness and neglect and reclusivity, so that my physical appearance is not greeted with too much horror and dismay when I show up at the O'Neil Literary House. It's probably only further evidence of my wrongness that I find eyebrow waxings/pluckings to be extraordinarily soothing. Anyway, yeah, eyebrows. Hair on Friday. Not much I can do about the 12-15 pounds I've lost, though (most of it's muscle mass, not fat).
Wow. This is a prattling entry, isn't it? The dextromethorphan is controlling the cough, but my already addled brain is...more addled. Yes, people. I'm the reason all those pharmaceuticals are showing up in your tap water. From my bladder to the glass, no extra charge.
After Sweetgrass, we wandered around Criminal Records for a while. Later, we watched Danny Boyle's Shallow Grave (1994), which I'd never seen, but liked a great deal. Christopher Eccleston, Ewan McGregor, murder, greed, mayhem, betrayal, blood, revenge, and all in one movie — what's not to love? Later, there was rp in Toxia (a Second Life sim), with Lorne and Larissa, in which Nareth learned...well, several terrible things. Hearts were torn still beating from chests (but that's okay, I put it back when I was done), a star was forced into premature nova, and the blade of Nareth's thirsty straight razor was satiated (for now). In short, lessons were learned. Good stuff. Oh, and I've been loving Ghosts I-IV so much that I'm now revisiting NIN's Year Zero, which, I realize, I never listened to enough to really let it sink in.
So. That was yesterday. This will be today...
Yesterday was sort of a mess, writing wise. I did not finish "Pickman's Other Model." I only did 748 words. Then I had to stop and walk over to Sweetgrass to have my eyebrows done. I'm trying, frantically, to reconstruct myself after all these months of illness and neglect and reclusivity, so that my physical appearance is not greeted with too much horror and dismay when I show up at the O'Neil Literary House. It's probably only further evidence of my wrongness that I find eyebrow waxings/pluckings to be extraordinarily soothing. Anyway, yeah, eyebrows. Hair on Friday. Not much I can do about the 12-15 pounds I've lost, though (most of it's muscle mass, not fat).
Wow. This is a prattling entry, isn't it? The dextromethorphan is controlling the cough, but my already addled brain is...more addled. Yes, people. I'm the reason all those pharmaceuticals are showing up in your tap water. From my bladder to the glass, no extra charge.
After Sweetgrass, we wandered around Criminal Records for a while. Later, we watched Danny Boyle's Shallow Grave (1994), which I'd never seen, but liked a great deal. Christopher Eccleston, Ewan McGregor, murder, greed, mayhem, betrayal, blood, revenge, and all in one movie — what's not to love? Later, there was rp in Toxia (a Second Life sim), with Lorne and Larissa, in which Nareth learned...well, several terrible things. Hearts were torn still beating from chests (but that's okay, I put it back when I was done), a star was forced into premature nova, and the blade of Nareth's thirsty straight razor was satiated (for now). In short, lessons were learned. Good stuff. Oh, and I've been loving Ghosts I-IV so much that I'm now revisiting NIN's Year Zero, which, I realize, I never listened to enough to really let it sink in.
So. That was yesterday. This will be today...
- Location:Eridania Scopulus
- Mood:
awake - Music:NIN, "The Beginning Of The End"

Comments
'And for the total surreal lit experience try reading Caitlin R. Kiernan's "Les Fleurs Empoisonnées" while jacked into your iPod with the Beatles, "Being for the Benefit of Mr. Kite!" on continuous repeat. I'm still recovering.'
Had you ever seen this blog entry?
I'd not, actually. That's marvelous!
The bad news is that someone on here is putting Alabaster up as a .zip file. Go get 'em.
Sigh. But thank you.
I have forwarded this to my agent (who is also Neil's agent), to Subterranean Press, and to Neil. Hopefully we can get these down ASAP. In the meantime, I ask anyone reading this to please not take advantage of these links to acquire the books.
I mean, what the hell do people think? Is this the whole "information wants to be free" delusion? If so, I can only reply that when rent, good, gasoline, and health care are free, then maybe my stories can damn well be free, as well. Until then, the thieves can go fuck themselves.
Shallow Grave is one of my comfort movies. :)
I can see how that would work. And I recall you talking about it quite a bit in your own blog.
Yeah, I watched it almost obsessively right after the breakup. My crush on that movie (and Ewan) provided some much-needed escapism during that period.
He is utterly adorable in drag, I must agree.
Isn't he just? *drifts off into thoughts which are completely inappropriate for the workplace*
(I won't even get into the nose hair problem, save to say that Rapunzel should have shut up while she was ahead. I'm pretty certain that the Riddells on the Scot side of the border made their living for centuries by letting their nose hairs grow for a few days and then knitting the masses into Tom Baker scarves.)
*snork*
Yeah, go ahead and laugh. The next time someone calls while I'm trying to cut a particularly persistent nostril hair and the bandsaw slips, you'll be sorry.
Ah, c'mon. You're talking to a woman with nine toes and a tail (it's only a very small tail)...
As to the blog entry robyn_ma mentioned, we must agree with Chris Howard on one thing - I doubt any of your readers stop after just one book or story.
Finally, a piece in the NY times looked as if you might find it interesting: http://travel.nytimes.com/2007/02/04/tr
リュック! I love the icon.
It seems you're feeling better all around, judging from this blog entry, ripping hearts, and all that.
I am better. Perpetually stoned, but better.
And thanks for the links. Gods, I love that woman's work.
Edited at 2008-03-11 06:36 pm (UTC)
Shallow Grave was the first film I'd ever seen Christopher Eccleston in, too. Now I want to watch it again.
because it's essentially the same movie minus taste and style.
And it's the taste and style that make the film.
Same here and it instantly turned me into a fan.
Here's an interesting brief on an upcoming event for the Cassini probe:
http://www.nature.com/news/2008/080
Also, anything with Ewan McGregor _has_ to be tantalizing. Yum. But I had no idea of this film. But it on the que.