I made notes for a new Dancy novella and for a story I've promised Weird Tales. And I hammered away at one of the three mosasaur papers on my checklist. The anatomy of the coalesced frontal bones of a particular Alabama specimen. By the way, there used to be a lot less secrecy in science. These days, you dare not talk publicly, it seems, about work in progress, as there are people who will "scoop" you. And I mean high-profile people. It's not even necessarily frowned upon. Things were not like this in the eighties and nineties, or, and the very least, it was not nearly this bad. Anyway, this is why I am vague about the specific projects I'm working on,
I am dreaming starships and anatomical lectures.
So, still loving 1883, but...here's my thing. Isabel May, the actress who plays Elsa Dutton. The girl narrating the story. Not only does she somehow manage to stay freakishly clean and fresh while herding cattle, but there her obviously bleached hair, with roots that vanish and reappear between episodes. And there's the fictional Southern language she speaks which, in the real world, never has been spoken by anyone anywhere (she's from Santa Monica, California, and must have refused an accent coach). The rest of the show, extremely well done. It's grimy. People have accents that at least pass as genuine. But not Isobel May. I'd only ever seen her once before, as Veronica Duncan in nine episodes of Young Sheldon. Anyway, do not let what have said here keep you from watching the show.
Later Tater Beans,
Aunt Beast
10:27 p.m.