greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,

All the world's a metaphor, and we've gone and mixed it beyond recall.

Trying to jog my brain into wakefulness, I was just reading this article, "Your Space, Not Theirs" at Pacifist Guerilla. It informs me that I am a "cult figure" (as is Jeff VanderMeer), though Cory Doctorow and Neil are "big hitters." And yes, I suppose this is true. It's just an odd thing to read when one is not yet awake and one's eyes will not quite focus properly.

The anniversary actually went very well, which was a good thing as we'd had three Very Violently Bad Days here at Casa des Kiernan y Pollnac. I spent much of the day trying to catch up on e-mail. Spooky had me sign a bunch of eBay books (including the first copy of La Soglia I've ever signed to anyone), and then she packed them up and schlepped them through the heat to the p.o., where there was a long line.

But we escaped the house about five p.m. and proceeded to do everything we wanted, which was nothing much in particular. Spooky even let me take out the silly hazel-green contacts and have Nar'eth eyes all evening. First, we stopped at a yard sale on McClendon, a yard sale with quite a few cool things, including lots of old hippie vinyl and clothes we might have looked at more closely if not for the lingering heat. In amongst the junk, I spotted at a paperback copy of Updike's Run, Rabbit and felt an odd pang for abandoned books. We were good and bought not a thing. We stopped by Whole Foods for something cool to drink. We also stopped by both Charis Books (feminist/queer/pagan) and OutWrite Books (all purpose queer), but were good and, once again, bought nothing. We had a really marvelous early dinner at Nickiemoto's, which serves the best sushi I've ever had anywhere. We sat at the sushi bar, because there's a drag show on Monday night and we hadn't reserved a table. I had the Volcano Roll and Spooky got the Nickiemoto Roll. Both were delicious. Then we left Midtown and drove up Piedmont to Oxford Comics to drool at toys and action figures. Not wishing to ruin the evening's theme, we were good and bought nothing. The dork working the register and some other dork were loudly and with grandiose obnoxiousness proclaiming the evils and missteps of Superman Returns, which quickly drove us back out into the muggy night. And really, that was it. A very nice little 4th anniversary, all in all, and we have no complaints (comic-shop dorks aside). Oh, and we also met Fluffy the truck, but you'll see that in the photos (behind the cut):

Fluffy the truck.

Outwrite Books, Nickiemoto's, and a bit of Atlanta's very hazy twilight skyline.

We were seated before this lovely tentacle, though I do not eat octopi or anything as intelligent as octopi. Still, it was sexy...

Leaving Nickiemoto's.

Back home, we watched more Twilight Zone: "Will the Real Martian Please Stand Up?," "Kick the Can," "The Odyssey of Flight 33," "A Drink from a Certain Fountain," and "From Agnes — With Love."

Though I've not actually read the piece that Harper Lee wrote for the July '06 issue of O Magazine (shudder), I have seen this quote, which I adore immensely: "Now, 75 years later in an abundant society where people have laptops, cell phones, iPods, and minds like empty rooms, I still plod along with books."

Still no sign of the Daughter of Hounds CEM, by the way. I suspect gremlins are involved in its delay.

Okay. I mean to write today, so I'm cutting this "short." The rest can wait. But please have a look at the eBay auctions, a few of which end today. Look in on poor Snapdragon. Late last night, Sweet William and Ignatius, along with a few of the roustabouts and freaks, tried to have a going-away party for her, but it was a hushed and solemn affair, as there was much fear of the Barker overhearing and getting suspicious.
Tags: 4th anniversary, cult figures, doh, harper lee, la soglia
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