There's a crazy wind blowing Outside. Buffeting the house. We have an advisory, which I suppose would be of some concern, were I a fisherwoman or an airplane pilot. Being
Today and tomorrow, I will be writing the second piece for Sirenia Digest #37. When I got home from my doctor's appointment last night, Vince's illustration was waiting for me. I believe I'll be turning to the subject of necromancy (which, here, is a word that may have two meanings). Last time Vince and I turned the tables like this——me writing his illustration, rather than the other way round——I posted the image in the blog before I wrote the story. That was back in September. This time, I think I shall not. This time, it can be a surprise for the subscribers. Call me fickle. It wouldn't be the first time someone did.
This morning, my mind is clogged with half-remembered dreams, Radiohead lyrics, a lethargy born of less than six hours sleep, and probably a bit of dust, as well.
Last night, Shaharrazad and Suraa both made Level 50 in WoW. Booya. It only required a total of 8 days, 1 hour, 40 minutes, and 44 seconds of my life. Mostly, last night was spent in Un'Goro Crater, west of Tanaris. Several people had commented that they thought I'd love Un'Goro Crater. I think I was a little disappointed. It's not nearly as cool as Tanaris, not nearly as beautifully rendered an environment. Sort of Skull Island (with lots of goofy Land of the Lost references thrown in), filled with "dinosaurs" and apes and shiny, shiny crystals in painful neon colours. Many of the "dinosaurs" aren't. Aren't actually dinosaurs, that is. The "raptors" and other theropods are very nicely done, especially the big "devilsaur" tyrannosaurids. And the "Pterodax" aren't bad. Otherwise, we have more of the lumbering and vaguely stegosaur-like "stegodons" seen elsewhere in Azeroth and a bizarre mutation of basilisk that they're calling "Diemetradon" (clearly loosely inspired by the Permian-aged Dimetrodon, which, you'll note, isn't a dinosaur, but, rather, a pelycosaurian synapsid). Of course, my reactions and Shah's are not exactly the same. Still, Shaharrazad was aghast. The mud, the rain, the tar pits, the mold. She's of the opinion that even the desert was preferable. Even a desert overrun with goblins and humans and ogres. Shah is of the opinion that blood elves have no business wandering about swamps.
I can't seem to get my feet warm this morning, and I clearly need more coffee.
If you have not already, please have a look at the current eBay auctions. Especially Letter W from the lettered state of Frog Toes and Tentacles. It comes with a handmade "cozy," black velvet lined with red silk, a perfect match for the black leather and red foil design of the cover. We last offered these way back at the end of 2005, beginning of 2006, and it may be a long time before we offer them again. Probably at least not until after the release of the next volume of erotica, Confessions of a Five-Chambered Heart.
And now I see that it's time to make the doughnuts.