Yesterday, I did a very decent 1,416 words on "The Wolf Who Cried Girl," but still did not find THE END. What I'd planned as a 3,000-word vignette, is now almost 5,000 words long and will likely go to 6,000 before I'm done. It was a case of the idea being bigger than I'd thought, hoped, intended. Pick one. But I refused to rush it, despite the frelling deadlines (technically, this is one of the frelling deadlines).

It's damp, cold, overcast here in Atlanta. Last night there was fog, and more rain this morning. Regardless, I hope to have a good walk this evening, as this whole not-exercising thing was, at best, ill-advised.

Last night, Spooky made a very delicious stew from the carcass of the turkey (adding tomatoes, celery, white onion, baby porta bellas, tons of garlic, bay, rosemary, sage, thyme, etc.). Then we popped into Miss Hyasynth Tiramisu's ice-skating social in Second Life, a mostly NeoVic and steampunk crowd skating to lots of synthpop, future pop, etc. I never learned to ice skate worth a damn in RL, but in SL, I've found it quite relaxing (and far less painful). Later, we watched Stanley Kramer's adaptation of Jerome Lawrence and Robert E. Lee's Inherit the Wind (1960), one of those films that had a tremendous impact upon me as a preteen. Spooky had never seen it. Afterwards, we briefly returned to SL, as I needed to take care of some business at the Abney Park lab in New Babbage. That was yesterday, near as I can remember.

Commenting on yesterday's entry, Justine Musk (moschus) wrote, regarding those bizarre Quizno's "confimercials" that aired during Battlestar Galactica: Razor:

I am officially boycotting Quizno's for the rest of my life and encouraging all friends and family members to do the same because of those FUCKING. COMMERCIALS. Note to Quizno's and their ilk: people who watch a show like BG are not. fucking. idiots. Save that kind of shit for The Hills, okay? (I'm sorry. Do I sound bitter?)

Well, I can't boycott them, because I already never eat at Quizno's, but I was glad to see, poking about the interwebs this ayem, that lots and lots of other people were just as annoyed at those "Yes! It's true! Admiral Kane is a big ol' dyke! Now, go out and eat a large phallic sandwich!" spots as I was. Like I said, I wish I'd known the DVD would be out December 4th, then I could have avoided the obnoxious, homophobic Quizno's ads.

And getting back to Miss 박경범 in Korea's objections to the "malicious international cheat" that is my novelization of the Beowulf film, her allegations that I am "some rash story twister," I would just like to wonder if she is aware of the story's genesis? Which is to say, all we have of Beowulf is a Xtianized version of an obviously originally pagan story (likely concerning the clash between worshipers of Odin and the goddess Nerthus, a recollection of the defeat of the Vanir religion by Aesir-worshiping Danes). So, mind you, the story comes pre-twisted, courtesy some Xtian Anglo-Saxon monk, ca. 1,000 A.D. But, I lavish attention on an email that never warranted a reply to start with, so I shall now desist. It's just that this admittedly rather obvious question only just now occurred to me.

Have you preordered a copy of the Subterranean Press edition of Tales of Pain and Wonder? Well, it's still not too late. Also, the last Monday in November is a wonderful time to indulge in, say, a crisp new copy of Daughter of Hounds or Threshold or even Low Red Moon. Thank you.