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"I've been swimming in a sea of anarchy."

Today is Lughnasadh. Unless, of course, you're in the Southern Hemisphere, in which case it's Imbolc. So, may the day be good to you.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,465 words, and finished "The Granting Cabinet," which will appear in Sirenia Digest #68. The story was sent away to Vince Locke to be illustrated. Today, I'll begin laying out the issue. As soon as I have Vince's illustration, I'll get the issue out to subscribers.

In the meanwhile, I'll get back to work on Chapter Five of Blood Oranges.

I have discovered that the ubiquitous "In a world..." has been replaced in the realm of movie synopses by "...begins to suspect that..." Well, at least so far as Netflix synopses are concerned.

And here's a story I found...interesting: "Married Lesbian Couple Rescued 40 Teens from Norway Massacre". What matters here is not that these two women are a married couple, but that their efforts have almost certainly been ignored by the press because they are a lesbian couple. Anyway, I especially liked this paragraph:

The mainstream U.S. media, which loves a hero story almost as much as a tragedy, has been uniformly silent about the lesbian superstars. Instead, you get a gay man, Bruce Bawer, in his self-serving WSJ piece saying how shocked he is to discover his extremist anti-Islam writings are quoted in the extremist anti-Islam writings of a killer.

Yesterday, I read another paper from the May Journal of Vertebrate Paleontology, "New occurrences of dinosaur skin of two types (Sauropoda? and Dinosauria indet.) from the Late Jurassic of North America (Mygatt-Moore Quarry, Morrison Formation)."

Last night, we watched Dominic Sena's Season of the Witch. And...this would have been a perfectly enjoyable, fun B-movie if only someone hadn't convinced Nicolas Cage and Ron Perlman that men in the 14th Century were incapable of emoting. Otherwise, the cast is fine. Claire Foy is quite good, in fact. Tippet Studio's climactic demon sequence is disappointing, but serviceable. Again, Season of the Witch is almost a fine little B-movie, and I think we need to acknowledge that there is a place for B movies. Anyway...later, I did two short RP scenes in Rift, one with stsisyphus and one with r_darkstorm, and also got our Guardian-side sister Guild, the Hidden Variable, up and running (as a prop, it plays an important roll in the story arc of Watchers of the Unseen, but also provides the advantages of a guild for our Guardian-side characters).

And that was yesterday. And here's the photographic beach porn I promised yesterday:

Moonstone Beach Road, heading south.

A wet me. I thought I looked sort of grotesque in this photo, but Spooky likes it. So, here it is. View to the east.

We were plagued by Ring-billed gulls (Larus delawarensis).

Backstroke! Heading out. View to the south.

Those strange pale objects are actually my feet.

This is probably my impersonation of the Loch Ness Monster, but it's also evidence we need a digital camera with a decent telephoto. Block Island is visible on the horizon, ten miles away.

Case in point. Where's Caitlín's head? By the time I reached deep water, I was invisible to the camera.

Exhausted from the icy water, I started snapping gratuitous shots of the waves and the pebbly beach.

To the southeast.

Waves like glass...

...that shatter.

The rose hips in the dunes were ripe.

And there was Queen Anne's Lace everywhere.

All photographs Copyright © 2011 by Caitlín R. Kiernan and Kathry A. Pollnac

Tags: bad movies, blood oranges, dinosaurs, jvp, lesbians, lughnasadh, moonstone beach, politics, rift, swimming, the sea

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