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weather sucks my eema

Outside, it's 31F, but feels like 21F when the windchill's factored in. And there appears to be an ice storm on the way. Which means we shall be without power for some extended period of time. No heat. No stove. No iBook. No Xbox or PS2. No hot water. No lights. Okay, well, I can live without the lights. Candles are fine, but no Xbox? I hate being a soft, spoiled brat of the Modern Electrikal Age. And, because this is the South, an ice storm is pretty much Armageddon. There will be rioting in the streets over the last loaf of bread and the last gallon of milk. Home Depot will be awash in idiots looking for gasoline-powered generators. Yuppies will eat homeless people on Carr's Table Water crackers. Even now, the mammoths are returning to my office. They say they only made it as far north as Virginia.

"At least the ears and the dress match, bitch." Spooky just said that to me. I'll kiss anyone who can tell me what the frell she was talking about. Yes, on the mouth.

Well, let me get this down before the glaciers arrive.

Yesterday was spent at Emory, reading stories for To Charles Fort, With Love. I only made it through four. That took a good five hours. Of course, one of them was "Onion," which, at 12,000+ words is a chore unto itself. I also read "So Runs the World Away," "Apokatastasis," and "Standing Water." So, I still have six stories to go. I have abandoned plans for an index. There's just not time. But reading through all these stories is proving to be an interesting and revealing experience, almost like notes to myself that I knew I'd need farther along. My past-present unconscious playing tag with my future-present consciousness. And I clearly have a thing for girls with silver eyes. I'll not be making it back to Emory today. If any work is done, it'll have to be done in my office.

I have to find a cover artist for the Subterranean Press edition of Daughter of Hounds. And please let me know what you think about afterwords for the stories in To Charles Fort, With Love. Click here for the poll.

Okay, I guess that's it for this morning. We have to go forth and bludgeon old ladies for the last can of beans. This ice thing may last a whole day, after all.

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dreamtech
Jan. 28th, 2005 04:39 pm (UTC)
That first paragraph was quite funny. Yuppies eating the homeless on Carr's crackers. *shakes head, smiling*

As for Spooky's comment, what are you wearing? Something heavy and faux fur-lined?

resonantserpent
Jan. 28th, 2005 04:41 pm (UTC)
If memory serves me correctly:

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2005 04:49 pm (UTC)
The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert

What?
resonantserpent
Jan. 28th, 2005 05:49 pm (UTC)
I thought it might be a line from the movie. Me and the other cooks would say it to each other all the time-but I can't really remember which movie it came from.

I guess it applies to something in real life.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2005 06:08 pm (UTC)
I guess it applies to something in real life.

Yep. Weird, but true.
sfmarty
Jan. 28th, 2005 05:21 pm (UTC)
I will fight you tooth and claw for my can of beans. Think this old lady is a pushover? Think again.

stardustgirl
Jan. 28th, 2005 06:43 pm (UTC)
I think the yuppies would eschew the homeless as being too gamey, and instead would consume the flesh of the offspring of their peers. This kills two birds with one stone by not only providing dinner, but eliminating future competition for their own little darlings.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2005 07:28 pm (UTC)
I think the yuppies would eschew the homeless as being too gamey, and instead would consume the flesh of the offspring of their peers. This kills two birds with one stone by not only providing dinner, but eliminating future competition for their own little darlings.

This gives new meaning to the phrase "Social Darwinism."
lunablack
Jan. 28th, 2005 07:15 pm (UTC)
I'm just a state south of you now. Don't forget: if there's going to be a power outage, buy lots of milk! So it can spoil in the fridge!

An odd but true phenomena for the state. I don't think I'll ever understand it.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2005 07:26 pm (UTC)
buy lots of milk

I don't drink milk (I'm not lactose intolerant, I just don't drink milk). So I bought lots of Skittles, instead.
mistressmousey
Jan. 29th, 2005 07:32 am (UTC)
grasses, insects, and Skittles. Who knew?

stardustgirl
Jan. 28th, 2005 09:05 pm (UTC)
They do it farther north, too. Mention "winter storm" and watch milk and bread disappear.

I don't really care if I have either, but if there is no chocolate in the house someone is going to pay dammit!
lunablack
Jan. 28th, 2005 10:01 pm (UTC)
Parmalat, a bread maker, and a way to heat water and I'm set. Well, that and the fireplace. I'd get skittles, but then my husband would have to peel me off the walls.
greygirlbeast
Jan. 28th, 2005 10:19 pm (UTC)
I'd get skittles

Skittles are my worst vice...

Or so I say.
mistressmousey
Jan. 29th, 2005 07:36 am (UTC)
Which means we shall be without power for some extended period of time. No heat. No stove. No iBook. No Xbox or PS2. No hot water. No lights. Okay, well, I can live without the lights. Candles

That's as far as I got reading aloud to my boy before he shouted out "No X-Box!", which is pretty much what I was thinking. Suppose it serves me right - he is in the video game industry after all.
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