Yesterday, I wrote 1,020 words and finished "The Bone's Prayer," which came in at a total of 6,388 words. The story is much less a "mythos" tale than I'd thought it would be, and I'm glad of that. I'm always more comfortable with my Lovecraftian-influenced fiction when it's not out-and-out Yog-Sothothery. So, I will spend today laying out Sirenia Digest #39, which should go out to subscribers this evening.
Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.
Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":
Snow all day yesterday and last night here in Providence, so the world is white again. Frankly, I much prefer it to the brown dead of winter. A huge sea gull just flew past my window. The neighborhood is silent, except for snow blowers.
In like a lion...
And there's this grand quote from Lord Dunsany:
Beyond the wide court slept a dark abyss, and into the abyss there poured a white cascade of marble stairways, and widened out below into terraces and balconies with fair white statues on them, and descended again in a wide stairway, and came to lower terraces in the dark, where swart uncertain shapes went to and fro.
Oh, and I think I have formulated a perfectly accurate definition of the unctious phrase "people skills": The willingness to suck cock or eat shit without promise of any appropriate remuneration, especially in the absence of any invitation or instruction to do so. (See, cocksuckers, shiteating).
I snapped a couple of photos of the snow this morning, which you may see behind the cut. I've unmade doughtnuts in need of my attention.
Addendum: Something very beautiful (thank you, TJ) from I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness, "The Owl":
- Current Location:Niliacus Lacus
- Current Mood:
eat the stupid - Current Music:Elvis Costello/The Brodsky Quartet, "Romeo's Seance"
Comments
Ambrose Bierce's Swearengen's Dictionary.
Ambrose Bierce's Swearengen's Dictionary.
Indeed.
And the bit about the space pirates is priceless.
Now I need to go find the book with frogs and tentacles in the title. :)
And the bit about the space pirates is priceless.
Priceless, and true.
Actually I Love You But I've Chosen Darkness is from Austin, TX if anyone is interested in that kind of thing.
My bad.
This demeans fellaters and coprophagists by comparing them to people with 'people skills.' Cocksuckers and shit-eaters actually perform valuable functions (stimulation and recycling, respectively); those with 'people skills' most often do not.
This demeans fellaters and coprophagists by comparing them to people with 'people skills.' Cocksuckers and shit-eaters actually perform valuable functions (stimulation and recycling, respectively); those with 'people skills' most often do not.
Damn, I hate it when you have a point.