Blah.
Yesterday, I did 1,208 words on "Metamorphosis C." I thought this story would have sort of a Cronenberg feel, and, instead, so far, it's entirely different. Filled with a sort of cold, quiet menace. A sort of resignation. More Stanislaw Lem, by way of William Gibson, maybe.
Last night, after a takeaway dinner of hot and sour soup, egg drop soup, and steamed dumplings, we watched Kenneth Branagh's recent production of As You Like It (2006). It was nice, set in 19th Century Japan, and I have a weakness for anachronistic takes on Shakespeare. Later, there was WoW, of course. Voimakas, my Draenei hunter, and Jalokivi, Spooky's Draenei shaman. But for some reason, we took a quest from the Stonetalon Mountains that meant running, running, running south, all the way through the Barrens, into the Thousand Needles, and finally to the eastern border of Feralas. I think we spent an hour and a half simply running. Still, Voimakas made Lvl 29. And got a better sword off a dead harpy. So it wasn't all slog.
I got to bed about 2:30 ayem, and slept an amazing eight and a half hours (this is my brain, telling me it's exhausted).
If you haven't already, please, please, please preorder A is for Alien. I'm quite sure this will be one of my best books to date. Which is to say, I am especially proud of it.
Now...words.
- Current Location:Ceraunius Catena
- Current Mood:
notably disappointed
- Current Music:Rasputina, "A Retinue of Moons/The Infidel is Me"
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I live on the end of a dead-end street. Off the major N-S thoroughfare in town, which means that I get almost no trick-or-treaters. Parents in the neighborhood seem to stick to the side roads with less traffic. Alas. The past few years, we've been giving out the Full Bars, in hopes that we'd develop a reputation. No such luck.
Next year in Providence. Enjoy as much of tonight as you may.
People have been planning this show since August. If you would like more info, you can go to Armageddon records (i guess you could mention that Cybele sent you, but there's probably no need, they're very nice) or call/text 303-746-2984. It's very easy to find, actually, even though it's a little hidden.
In a random, fan/personal note - I just got past a part of Daughter of the Hounds where the train tunnels were mentioned, and the parties in them (I didn't go to the parties, just went other times). I had already thought of sending the book to a friend in TX when i was done, who used to live here and was responsible for a lot of good chaos (last person dancing in the tunnel in a police raid); we're trading music, and I wrote that i was delaying the package until I'd finished a book. He wrote back that I could hand it to him, and then I ran into him on the street here later, more than a year since his last visit.
I tried putting on movies, but ended up cleaning and working rather than watching them.
But hey, for some of us, Halloween is a state of mind all year round, right?
(As my loft is downtown with a view of an old gothic church, I DID have to watch The Crow. It was mandatory.)