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Dear sweet fuck, it's pink.

Screw this candy-assed Valentine's Day shit. The Romans got it right with Lupercalia. Now, if you want to sacrifice a couple of goats and a dog to Lupa, then run around town naked, save for a bloody thong of goatskin —— that's a goddamn reason to get out of bed. This sugar-coated hearts and flowers crap? Not even a weak echo of a genuine fertility rite. Do it up good and proper, or leave me the hell alone.

Gods, I'm in no mood for a journal entry.

On this day, exactly twenty years ago, I spent Valentine's Day in the Birmingham jail. Oh, later on, I was cleared of all charges and the case dismissed by a judge who was clearly dismayed that the warrant had ever been signed and demanded, right there in the courtroom, to know the name of the magistrate who'd done it. But there was a wonderful irony, all the same. Pink heart-shaped mylar balloons in general lockup helped me to understand the true value of the surreal.

What is there to even say about yesterday? It was spent solving a continuity problem in the The Red Tree, but I can't disclose the nature of the problem without creating a horrendous spoiler. It was tedious, and far more time was spent flinging pages about the office, making indecipherable red marks on the printout, and cursing my own stupidity, than was actually spent writing. But, in the end, the problem was solved. Verily, Spooky has the patience of...well...not a saint, and thanks to Lupercus for that.

Last night we watched Zack Snyder's remake of Dawn of the Dead (2004) again, the first time since we saw it in the theatre. I still say it's the best zombie film ever made. Danny Boyle's 28 Days Later (2002) might be tied, except it's not actually a zombie movie.

Please have a look at the new eBay auctions. Bid, even. The platypus and the dodo agree it's better than getting liquored up and squandering all your money on prophylactics and whores and chocolate, in a vain attempt to convince yourself Valentine's Day is anything more than just another corporate-perpetuated excuse to sell greeting cards and high-fructose corn syrup.

* My thanks to livia_llewellyn, from whom I stole the new icon.

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mercurygrrl
Feb. 14th, 2009 05:19 pm (UTC)
Excellent icon; we just started the mini-series on Thursday and are now up to the middle of season 2 :)
chris_walsh
Feb. 14th, 2009 05:21 pm (UTC)
It was spent solving a continuity problem in The Red Tree, but I can't disclose the nature of the problem without creating a horrendous spoiler.

Oh, if only all continuity errors could be treated the way Cervantes did. (I love that a continuity screwup in Part I of Don Quixote became a plot point in Part II.) Or at least be amusing, like when Robinson Crusoe strips naked, swims to the shipwreck, and starts filling his pockets.

Sympathy on the words not doing what you wanted them to do.

Verily, Spooky has the patience of...well...not a saint, and thanks to Lupercus for that.

Here's to patience! It comes in many forms.
sfmarty
Feb. 14th, 2009 05:47 pm (UTC)
I know just the dog to sacrifice/ Lives nest door to me.

seph_ski
Feb. 15th, 2009 01:02 am (UTC)
Oooo! Now that's a thought! There's those energetic, bark at their shadows, always waking me at 3am pair that lives across the street. ...Though honestly, I'd much rather sacrifice their owners for letting it happen.
greygirlbeast
Feb. 15th, 2009 04:03 am (UTC)

Though honestly, I'd much rather sacrifice their owners for letting it happen.

Well...in a perfect world...
stsisyphus
Feb. 15th, 2009 11:48 pm (UTC)
Well, speaking as such an owner, we're none too pleased by the phenomenon ourselves....
chn_breathmint
Feb. 14th, 2009 06:23 pm (UTC)
The only pink in my day so far was feeding a pink baby mouse to a corn snake hatchling - an amelanistic one the color of a strawberry cheesecake.

- Mel
robyn_ma
Feb. 14th, 2009 11:15 pm (UTC)
We're...very pink here. I ordered a pink netbook for listeningowl yesterday. While I was away today, she strung some pink paper hearts across the hutch of my desk. She's downstairs now making heart-shaped cookies.

...Yeah. Kind of how we roll. I wouldn't dream of attempting to convert you to pinkheartness, as I enjoy my nose where it is. But this is part of why you and I shall ne'er share realspace. You'd just end up spending days scraping bits of me out of your boot soles.
greygirlbeast
Feb. 15th, 2009 04:02 am (UTC)

...Yeah. Kind of how we roll. I wouldn't dream of attempting to convert you to pinkheartness, as I enjoy my nose where it is. But this is part of why you and I shall ne'er share realspace. You'd just end up spending days scraping bits of me out of your boot soles.

If we ever do meet, I hope you're not disappointed in my capacity for mercy. :P
kiaduran
Feb. 14th, 2009 11:26 pm (UTC)
Deadwood Valentines
greygirlbeast
Feb. 15th, 2009 12:49 am (UTC)
Re: Deadwood Valentines
Please don't hurt me.....

Why not? You just hurt me. I haven't laughed this hard in days!

Edited at 2009-02-15 12:49 am (UTC)
kiaduran
Feb. 15th, 2009 01:10 am (UTC)
Re: Deadwood Valentines
Well, in that case, is your riding crop handy?
greygirlbeast
Feb. 15th, 2009 06:25 am (UTC)
Re: Deadwood Valentines

Well, in that case, is your riding crop handy?

Always. I have a really fine one I bought at equestrian supply shop in 1996.
omegamorningsta
Feb. 15th, 2009 12:01 am (UTC)
Well, if St Valentines day isn't to your liking, there's always St Harlequins day.. Feb 15th, a day of sanctioned HATE.

I heard about it here: http://home.pacific.net.au/~turner23/rant.html and also http://tepes.freeshell.org/files/harlequin.html and I have been celebrating it ever since.

greygirlbeast
Feb. 15th, 2009 12:50 am (UTC)

Feb 15th, a day of sanctioned HATE.

The way I feel right now...I think it might be more up my alley.

And speaking of SL...we should talk, when you've got a minute or so. ;-)
sfmarty
Feb. 15th, 2009 01:09 am (UTC)
nononononononoooo February 15th is not a day of hate. It is my birthday!

sovay
Feb. 15th, 2009 05:34 am (UTC)
Now, if you want to sacrifice a couple of goats and a dog to Lupa, then run around town naked, save for a bloody thong of goatskin —— that's a goddamn reason to get out of bed.

Amen. Also, if you want chocolate? It's sacred to Xochiquetzal, so sacrifice some blood while you're at it.
greygirlbeast
Feb. 15th, 2009 06:24 am (UTC)

Also, if you want chocolate? It's sacred to Xochiquetzal, so sacrifice some blood while you're at it.

Well, I figure the blood would come with the killing of goats and dogs.
sovay
Feb. 15th, 2009 06:45 am (UTC)
Well, I figure the blood would come with the killing of goats and dogs.

True. Although I don't know how the Aztecs felt about the efficacy of animal vs. human blood.
icelandspar
Feb. 15th, 2009 03:29 pm (UTC)
V-Day
That is the best summary of Valentine's Day ever.
tetzermetzger
Feb. 17th, 2009 09:10 am (UTC)
On this day, exactly twenty years ago, I spent Valentine's Day in the Birmingham jail. Oh, later on, I was cleared of all charges and the case dismissed by a judge who was clearly dismayed that the warrant had ever been signed and demanded, right there in the courtroom, to know the name of the magistrate who'd done it. But there was a wonderful irony, all the same. Pink heart-shaped mylar balloons in general lockup helped me to understand the true value of the surreal.

WTFC. For three days this mystery has been gnawing at me. What had you done that would have deserved a warrant? And why was the magistrate name not clearly known since s/he/it had to sign the warrant? And the damned thing is I am never going to know and its worse than the 'How many licks does it take to get to the centre of tootsie pop' mystery, at least that one I could solve if I wasn't so lazy.

greygirlbeast
Feb. 17th, 2009 02:53 pm (UTC)

WTFC. For three days this mystery has been gnawing at me. What had you done that would have deserved a warrant? And why was the magistrate name not clearly known since s/he/it had to sign the warrant? And the damned thing is I am never going to know and its worse than the 'How many licks does it take to get to the centre of tootsie pop' mystery, at least that one I could solve if I wasn't so lazy.

Console yourself in the knowledge that a good mystery is a far more valuable thing than a paltry handful of facts.

At least until I explain all this someday.
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