A decent enough writing day yesterday. Apparently, what I wrote on Friday was better than I'd thought, because I read through it and made hardly any changes. Then I wrote the eleventh section of "Bainbridge," which is called "The Dirty Work of Angels." It came in at 1,005 words. THE END is close now, though it may be Tuesday instead of Monday, since I'm getting such a late start today. Perhaps tomorrow I can pull one of those rare days when I write more than two thousand words in a single afternoon and reach THE END. That would be nice.
Except for the new vignettes for Sirenia Digest, January is to be a month of editing. I can edit anywhere. A bloody shame I can't pack up the laptop, my thesaurus, and the iPod and spend the month editing in Jacksonville or Neptune Beach or St. Augustine. What's the point, I'd like to know, of all this mobile technology if one cannot be mobile with it? Perhaps a long-lost aunt in Jacksonville will call today and offer me her beach house for the entire month of January (but I'm not holding my breath).
Monster Doodle Sculpture #5 is finished. Today I'll find out who gets it. I'm particularly fond of this one. It's a 1/2-scale model of a Nebari ice skipper. Actually, this is the crenelated ice skipper, which is more restricted in its range than the common ice skipper. You can tell the two apart by the morphology of the dorsal ridge which is distinctly notched in the crenelated ice skipper, but forms a single blade-like structure in the common ice skipper. I have this on the best authority. Both species are delicious, once they've been roasted and extracted from their thick exoskeletons. This is the first time I've attempted to model a Nebari species, and I'm quite happy with it. Anyway...
(left dorsolateral view)
(dorsal view)
(right dorsolateral view)
Yesterday, I forgot to mention this week's Kid Night movies. We started off with some peculiar little collection of shorts by three different filmmakers based on the works of Edgar Allan Poe (The Edgar Allen Poe Collection: Volume 1, Annabel Lee and Other Tales of Mystery and Imagination, Lurker Films). George Higham's stop-motion/puppetry version of "Annabel Lee" was visually so-so, but the narration was hamfisted and rendered the whole thing almost unwatchable. There was an adaptation of "The Raven" by Peter Bradley, and it was marginally better than Higham's "Annabel Lee." The raven puppet was interesting, but, again, the narration was terrible and the woman playing Lenore looked like a cheap hooker. Finally, there was an adaptation of "The Tell-Tale Heart" that was so dull I can't even remember much about it, except that it was in Spanish with English subtitles. Blegh. Fortunately, we also rented Dark Water, Walter Salles' 2005 remake of Hideo Nakata's Honogurai mizu no soko kara (2002), which was actually a pretty decent little thriller. Good performances by Jennifer Connelly, Tim Roth, and Pete Postlethwaite. The script wisely relied more on dread and disquiet than jack-in-the-box shocks. Nicely atmospheric. Now I will never move to Roosevelt Island (not that I would have anyway). This film probably deserves more attention than it got.
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Comments
Congratulations. Is this a Nebari species of your own design?
Nope. I was working from memory, with a little help from holographic documentation. :)
Indeed. Love the icon, btw.
The Bear has mighty icon mojo.
Damn, I'm hungry now.
Undoubtedly. Ice skipper gumbo. Yum.
Well, you don't, really. The anterior keel isn't really a head. Skippers don't actually have heads, as such. Their brains are located farther back near the gut and most of the keel is a very solid chitonous mass.
Sorry. No head squeezing.
Ice skipper gumbo, ice skipper and potatoes, ice skipper stew...
All you need now is a Nebari born with big gums.
Ewwwww.
Life is like a box of Ice skippers.
If you don't like what you get they will "cleanse" you until you do.
True. But one must always take care to find mature skippers that have molted at least once.
. . . What happens otherwise?
The charm doesn't work, which really isn't such a big deal, since the ground exskeletons of immature ice skippers are highly toxic and kills the user, thus rendering her no longer in need of protection.
Do you know where I can translate the symbols on the dvds so I can watch them in order?
As of now, I started watching at the one where Chiana comes on board up until the cliffhanger for the next season.
The symbols are Sebacean. I don't know of anyone whose translated Sebacean. But there's an episode guide to season one here.
The person who loaned them to me mentined something about a moon language.
On the episode with the wormhole when Crichton went back to
"earth" it sounded like Ayrn's speech was just english in reverse with a couple normal english words thrown in.
I remember hearing the word Moya and the John translating it as having had nothing to do with the ship.
Thanks for the help though.
Hmmm. A moon lonaguage? That's not ringing any bells right off.
Oh ok, I was kind of hoping they were Nebari.
There's more Nebari is Season Two. But, truly, there's never enough Nebari.
I think I have been infected too, there wasn't enough Nebari in that episode.
I don't know if you have them or not but there is a great Talent Profile on Gigi.
Yep. I got them. Every episode. Frell, I even have the trading cards.
I must say that cliffhangers usually piss me off but this one really got to me.
There needs to be a customizable card game like there is for Star Trek or a game or RPG opr something.
They make games about some of the most inanae concepts, they make one about a great one.