A sunny day here in Providence, a wide carnivorous sky*, and a predicted high of only 70˚F. Welcome back, Autumn. You motherfucker. Now, bugger off and die. And you know all those leaves you've come to murder? Well, when you're done, be sure to take their colorful corpses with you.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,643 words on Chapter Four ("Plan A") of Fay Grimmer. Which means I started the Mordorian Death March towards The End one day ahead of schedule. In theory, I have only 29 days of it remaining. Presently, I like theory. Though, if I could only manage to write 2,000 words a day until I find The End, I could shorten the March to 23.5 days. That would buy back almost an entire week of my life.
The more I consider the cataclysm of this past year, the more I think it's time to start drinking and smoking again. So what if my meds don't play well with the alkiehol? I don't play well with my meds, so fuck it. Then, when all is said and done – great song by ABBA, by the way (if you can stand ABBA), debuted on the Billboard pop singles chart on 9 January 1982 and peaked at #27. If only Fay Grimmer would do one-tenth that well! Then again, I don't have Anni-Frid Lyngstad, pop star become Her Serene Highness, on my side. Where was I? When all is said and done...uhm. Whatever.
Neither you nor nor I is left to blame,
When all is said and done.
&
There's no hurry anymore,
When all is said and done. ~ ABBA
If you haven't yet, please have a look at the current "pay the taxes" eBay extravaganza. We have a new wallflower: The Little Damned Book of Days (2005), which came with the limited edition of the World Fantasy nominated To Charles Fort, With Love. It's one of the chapbooks for which I did my own cover. And it's lonely. And needs a home.
In closing, the International Society for the Conservation of Douchebags has announced that it will be adopting Mitt Romney as their mascot.
Livers & Lungs Are For Cowards,
Aunt Beast
* A shiny new penny to the first person who can find the earliest use of this phrase in my LJ (or Blogger journal). There must be a much earlier one.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,643 words on Chapter Four ("Plan A") of Fay Grimmer. Which means I started the Mordorian Death March towards The End one day ahead of schedule. In theory, I have only 29 days of it remaining. Presently, I like theory. Though, if I could only manage to write 2,000 words a day until I find The End, I could shorten the March to 23.5 days. That would buy back almost an entire week of my life.
The more I consider the cataclysm of this past year, the more I think it's time to start drinking and smoking again. So what if my meds don't play well with the alkiehol? I don't play well with my meds, so fuck it. Then, when all is said and done – great song by ABBA, by the way (if you can stand ABBA), debuted on the Billboard pop singles chart on 9 January 1982 and peaked at #27. If only Fay Grimmer would do one-tenth that well! Then again, I don't have Anni-Frid Lyngstad, pop star become Her Serene Highness, on my side. Where was I? When all is said and done...uhm. Whatever.
Neither you nor nor I is left to blame,
When all is said and done.
&
There's no hurry anymore,
When all is said and done. ~ ABBA
If you haven't yet, please have a look at the current "pay the taxes" eBay extravaganza. We have a new wallflower: The Little Damned Book of Days (2005), which came with the limited edition of the World Fantasy nominated To Charles Fort, With Love. It's one of the chapbooks for which I did my own cover. And it's lonely. And needs a home.
In closing, the International Society for the Conservation of Douchebags has announced that it will be adopting Mitt Romney as their mascot.
Livers & Lungs Are For Cowards,
Aunt Beast
* A shiny new penny to the first person who can find the earliest use of this phrase in my LJ (or Blogger journal). There must be a much earlier one.
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Comments
Edited at 2012-09-16 07:13 pm (UTC)
Phooey.
I genuinely love the phrase, "There's no hurry anymore, when all is said and done." Wish I'd thought of it.
This time I'm going to settle for just building words.
Edited at 2012-09-16 09:39 pm (UTC)
(I was trying to figure out something encouraging to say to you in Tolkien's Black Speech, but am too tired to be that geeky right now.)
It's the thought that counts.
the earliest use of this phrase [wide carnivorous sky] in my LJ
Google gives five instances before this: May 19 2012, Jan 22 2012, Dec 27 2011, Feb 16 2010, and Oct 3 2008. Plus a close miss (wide carnivorous blue skies) on Jan 12 2012 and a couple of lesser groupings.
The earliest: last paragraph in "Howard Hughes and the Culture of Distraction"
http://greygirlbeast.livejournal.com/493780.html
Might be some earlier, but that's the best I could do easily..
Heh. Only now do I notice your link on the phrase, which would have told me that you've already found the one that I mentioned. That's typical of the way this week's been going. If I lose any more brain cells, my skull will implode until my head's the approximate size and shape of a hairy walnut. Can't say it mightn't be an improvement, either...
I am so stealing that.
Good luck with the pay taxes sale.
I recall the phrase from your journal, but I'm not so detailed enough to know when I first heard it. My guess is 2008 or so.