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All my best lives are lived in dreams.

Yesterday, being a day off, was, in the main, unremarkable, which is about the best I seem able to hope of my days off. (This is my journal and I may sound glum if I wish, and bugger off if you think any otherwise.)

There was torrential rain, and ferocious wind. The weather always becomes more interesting with the judicious application of adjectives.

I wore my pajamas all day, and we finished listening Madelaine L'Engle read A Wrinkle in Time. I may fundamentally disagree with L'Engle's cosmogony, which is distinctly Xtian, but I love this book, all the same. There was ramen for breakfast. There were brownies later on, and there was Chinese takeout for dinner. Late, there were those little Mystic frozen pizzas. There was a lot of WoW, because the weather was too crappy to venture out. Eyes of Sylvanas is beginning to feel a little like an actual guild, and there's talk of some coordinated play. We currently have 29 toons signed up. I finally got back to China Miéville's The Kraken, which I rather inexplicably set aside after the chaos of the Portland trip at the start of October. I took a nap in front of the fireplace. Spooky and I watched David Lynch's Blue Velvet (1986) again. Not sure which of us has seen it the most times, we've both seen in so many times. Just before sleep, Spooky read to me from Angela Carter.

Spooky has played a Worgen through the starting area, from Gilneas to Teldrassil. And, I quote, "That was so bad I wanted to die." So, I stand by my earlier assessment. Yes, Gilneas is beautifully designed. But the Worgen are a huge disappointment. Not scary. Not fun to play. Ridiculous to look at. And why do the females stand upright, while the males lurch and slump? The XX chromosomes must somehow protect the spine and pelvis of female werewolves. For that matter, the same is true of the trolls, now that I think of it. And if the Forsaken can be cannibals and scavenge their human kills, who don't the Worgan? Are furries too squeamish? Or is it because the Worgan are Alliance? Yet, I will say that it would be nice if Blizzard would gift the faux Brit accents of the Worgan and the people of Gilneas to the humans of Stormwind...who either sound like rednecks or Ned Flanders.

Today, I'm going to begin listening to the unabridged audiobook of Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell.

And begin Chapter Three of The Drowning Girl. In which Imp may attempt to tell one version of the truth.

Last night, a curious thing occurred to me. These days, most of my favorite musicians are men, and most of my favorite authors are women. It wasn't always this way. In the 90s, most of the musicians I listened to were women, and when I was a teenager, my favorite authors were male. So, not sure what to make of this. A statistical burp, and probably nothing more.


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Dec. 13th, 2010 07:54 pm (UTC)
It's hard for me to speak in detail about how much I loved "The Prayer of Ninety Cats". It's one of those stories whose imagery stays with me, as if I had dreamt it myself while sick with fever. There is a line I'd love to put on my grave stone, if you don't mind:
"I am the peace at the end of all things."
Dec. 13th, 2010 07:54 pm (UTC)
It's something that a loving death would say.
Dec. 13th, 2010 09:02 pm (UTC)

Thank you.

Nothing would ever flatter me more than a line of my prose ending up on a tombstone.
Dec. 13th, 2010 10:38 pm (UTC)
Finished "The Prayer..." on Friday and loved it. The line picked out by the reader/commenter above was wonderful, and reminded me of The Fountain. I thought the second-person style was very effective and I never felt jarred out of the story.

I first read about Elizabeth Bathory (in a college textbook) the same year I discovered you (In the Garden of Poisonous Flowers), so it was fun to read your take on her.

I also finally finished your mask story, which I enjoyed even more than "The Prayer...". But that is because I particularly love your very Lovecraftian stories. The use of the masks was _perfect_. I would like to be their Keeper and witness that ancient ritual.
Dec. 13th, 2010 10:39 pm (UTC)
Loved Strange & Norrell. You will love it, I think.
Dec. 14th, 2010 07:30 am (UTC)
I empathize with you about living in dreams. A fair amount of days I wake up and would even take the unsettling horror of nightmare over the all-too-often banal tedium of the workaday.

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