greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
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"I'm telling you how much I need and bleed for your every move and waking sound..."

Er...yeah. Wednesday. Crap. Where is this week going? Well, yesterday it went to fighting with our wireless connection, and then revising my Publisher's Weekly review (as per my editor's request), and then a whole bunch of stuff that needed doing to finish up Sirenia Digest and get it ready to go out today. There was more to that than I expected, and, reluctantly, I must announce that the "artist profiles" I'd hope to begin in #31 (June '08) will actually begin with #32. It's not Geoffrey Goodwin's fault; I want to make that clear. Sometimes, things just don't go as planned. Anyway, subscribers will be getting #31 sometime this afternoon, and it includes two stories by me —— "Unter den Augen des Mondes" and "The Melusine (1898)." The latter includes a really grand illustration by Vince.

My thanks to tjcrowley, without whom I would not know that today is Ambrose Bierce's birthday. Also, this is the 30th anniversary of the creation of the Gay Pride Flag. So, I'll try to be (as Shirley Manson said) the queerest of the queer today.

After all the work, I gave the rest of the day over to Spooky's birthday. She wanted to go to Newbury Comics, and as I owed her presents, we went. Sadly, it's in the Providence Place Mall (we should've gone to Warwick), which was full of really obnoxious teenagers. I have decided, as of yesterday, it's not "kids these days," it's "kids period." Anyway, she scored Tom Waits' Orphans (2006) and a really cool-looking card/20-sided die game called Unspeakable Words, sort of Lovecraftian Scrabble. It even comes with little green Cthulhu idols. Oh, and the draddest Kermit the Frog pin EVER. We fled the mall and headed south to get Spooky's birthday dinner from Iggy's in Narragansett. On the way down, there were great cumulus clouds in the sky, and I got some photos (maybe tomorrow), towering and threatening more thunderstorms. We had Manhattan-style chowder and doughboys and root beer, sitting near the lighthouse at Point Judith. Two very cute dykes were cuddling in the grass nearby, snapping photos of themselves. The tide was coming in. We headed home just before dark, and listened to the Beatles all the way back to Providence.

A really strange and unnerving night of rp in Second Life last night. I have no idea how to synopsize those bizarre events. Suffice to say that Nareth has fallen to Shadows, hard and far, and is now in a very, very dark place, the darkest in Toxia. It was always only a matter if time. If she's not dead, she's something far worse, and has been lost to the Omega Institute (thank you Lorne, Pontifex, Omega, Ardere, Kytara, et al.). I think it was the first time that an SL roleplay session actually frightened me.

And, as promised, the photos of the abandoned amusement park we visited on Sunday (behind the cut):





Used to be The Enchanted Forest, until the place folded in 2005. It's been up for sale ever since. The park opened in 1971. Spooky remembers coming as a small child, back in the '70s.



The Secret Bumpercar Burial Ground



Yarr! Avast, ye Scalleywags! Or, me on a rotting pretend pirate ship.



Old Schoolhouse.



Inside the old schoolhouse. There seems some metaphor here....



Sonya and I, having read our Angela Carter, not straying from the path.



"Ducky was here."



This was one of the creepiest of the buildings...and maybe you had to be there.



I think this photos sums it all up. A scatter of red plastic straws outside the gutted remnants of what was once a snack bar.



And, from Poe's Haunted (2000)

And here by the ocean, the sky's full of leaves.
And what they can tell you depends on what you believe.
The ash is a tree, and the voices were three,
And all that is gone is here sweeping through me.
It's amazing.
It's a maze.


And, while we're at it, in the words of astronaut David Bowman, "My God, it's full of stars."
Tags: angela carter, birthdays, queerer than queer, rhode island, second life, sirenia
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