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'Cause it is in the sky, of course.

How bad can a day possibly be, when it begins by finding a note you left to yourself five years ago, so that you would once again discover the mind-shredding joy that is the Spongmonkeys? And I love that the dorks over at the Modern Humorist deemed the Spongmonkeys "what you see before you die." Indeed. Yippie ki yay, motherfuckers.

Which is to say, yesterday — despite my great empty office — I did an exceptional 1,751 words on Chapter One of The Red Tree and found THE END of the chapter. I think I stopped writing about six pm, but then I went back a little after nine and worked on the chapter's seven footnotes until almost eleven. I think the footnotes work. Of course, what sucks walruses through drinking straws is that now that I am in that space the story occupies, now that I have found the character, I have to set it all aside until after I reach Providence a couple of weeks from now. I should be horsewhipped. But there you go. The packing must be done, and I'll just have to get back into The Red Tree ASAP once we've moved.

Not much to last night. A fairly bad seizure yesterday. More packing. More Millennium ("The Pest House," "Owls," and "Roosters."). Half the day, my stomach was a roiling cramp fest, thank you doxycycline, thank you Miss Tick. Really, I just don't handle antibiotics very well. My digestive system's enough of a mess to start with. And my frelling face still hurts, even though the dentist couldn't find anything (admittedly, she didn't actually open the Bad Tooth). But these are, of course, small, small pains. Did I mention the Spongmonkeys? Oh. Okay. Well, anyway, no Second Life last night. Nary a single moment spent in the metaverse. Late, after Millennium, Spooky read to me from House of Leaves — much of Chapter XVII, which not only deals with the three psychological models seeking to explain why Navidson returned to the house on Ash Tree Lane (the Kellog-Antwerk Claim, the Bister-Frieden Criteria, and the Haven-Slocum Theory), but also includes the letter he wrote to Karen prior to Exploration #5, so much of which goes into Poe's song, "Haunted."

Don't cry,
There's always a way,
Here in November in this house of leaves
We'll pray.
Please, I know it's hard to believe,
To see a perfect forest
Through so many splintered trees.
You and me,
And these shadows keep on changing


I think I'm trying very hard not to think about the impending move. I do not fear it, and I know we'll be ready, but the anticipation is getting to me. Counting today (midnight on the 19th to midnight on the 28th, which is in no way actually accurate), we have only ten days remaining, 240 hours, 14,400 minutes, or 864,000 (or so) seconds. Time approximate, at best. I do dread the long drive (well, I don't drive, so the long ride), with Hubero, who is most emphatically not fond of cars or trucks. I think Spooky is much more nervous than am I, and for her, this is simply going home.

I've not listed the books in print in a while, the ones I need to sell well (new copies, not the "used" copies Amazon gets kick-backs on), in order to remain a publishing author. So, here goes. Please, if you haven't, pick them up. Thank you.

Daughter of Hounds

Silk

Threshold

Low Red Moon

Murder of Angels

Tales of Pain and Wonder

Now, platypus. Where the frak's my coffee?

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chris_walsh
May. 19th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
Ah, reading about your moving prep, I shall hope for the day to come soon where you can download your sentences directly from your brain to your books...

Meanwhile, want more mind-shredding joy? I have links to share:

Hello Kitty's been named Japan's Ambassador of Tourism. To which my friend hughcasey replied "Shouldn't she be named Minister of Defense?"

And speaking of battles, you may have seen this in the depths of the past, but someone went to the trouble in 1999 of computer-animating space battles with the ships from all sorts of franchises. No Farscape, sadly, but much, much else!
greygirlbeast
May. 19th, 2008 06:46 pm (UTC)

How about if I download them directly from my brain to film?
chris_walsh
May. 19th, 2008 10:35 pm (UTC)
How about if I download them directly from my brain to film?

See, that's> what Starfleet should've done for poor Christopher Pike! I mean, what the frak was the crap with that "one beep yes, two beeps no" crap? (Okay, that was especially random.)

Seems like the downloading of words would be easier for you to control than the downloading of actual images. You're already hella precise with your words. But your stuff, filmed: that could bring joy to this geek. I'll hope that that does finally/eventually happen. (No, I'm not asking you for news updates or anything.)
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greygirlbeast
May. 19th, 2008 06:44 pm (UTC)
Re: than House of Leaves

The discussion of beginnings and relocation at the start of Dune is more inspirational for moving, but you are moving away from the Harkonnen's, not toward them, aren't you?

I believe we are heading towards Caladan and well away from Giedi Prime, yeah.
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greygirlbeast
May. 19th, 2008 07:46 pm (UTC)
Re: toward Caladan...


Thank you. ;-)
jacobluest
May. 19th, 2008 07:23 pm (UTC)
You're reading House of Leaves whilst disassembling your own?

What better time?

~Jacob
greygirlbeast
May. 19th, 2008 07:47 pm (UTC)

You're reading House of Leaves whilst disassembling your own?

Weird. The parallel had not even occurred to me, until you said that.
stsisyphus
May. 19th, 2008 07:58 pm (UTC)
I haven't been able to get the Critters out of my head since your post over the weekend. I spent most of this afternoon putting together a speculative, amended list, if it will help yours.
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greygirlbeast
May. 20th, 2008 02:40 pm (UTC)

Sorry to be the bearer of sad news, but I just heard on the radio that Stephen King was found dead today in his house in Florida.

This is nowhere on the internet. Nowhere.
furrylittleprob
May. 20th, 2008 03:30 pm (UTC)
I think your radio station may have been tricked, or punked, or whatever the kids are calling it these days.
babymamadramaxy
May. 22nd, 2008 03:51 pm (UTC)
no it's true i heard it on npr yesterday, they had interviews with his wife novelist tabitha king and his sons novelist joe king and novelist owen king about how sad they were that

Stephen King was found dead
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