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A quickie.
Oct. 14th, 2002 10:22 pmI have nothing important to say--just popping in for a moment. You will be shocked to learn that I'm still tired.
PMB, you must go to this Sluggy and check out the costume on the little ferret, Kiki! I think you'll approve.
I blew over $100 today on various new and used DVDs. I have a list of DVDs that we want to buy, and another list of what we actually end up buying. The two rarely sync up. Today we acquired Monsters, Inc.; Amelie; Roxanne; Escaflowne: The Movie; Practical Magic; Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan; Army of Darkness; and Stargate SG1: vol 1.2. Sometimes I just buy things because they're there.
I can't wait for Wednesday, when I have a hair appointment. Kiss four or five inches of this mess goodbye. Those of you who like my long hair aren't the ones who have to dry it every morning or roll the car window down to retrieve it or push S off of it at night. If you ask nicely, I'll tuck some hair in a little baggie for you.
One other nice thing about October is See's Candies gets in their Halloween stuff.
So I'm temping in the International District, and every day I swear I'll wander through the ID and have lunch at some delightful and authentic bastion of Asian cuisine. And then I walk past the windows filled with carcasses and my nerve utterly fails. I can just hear some poor duck thinking, "Well, here I am, hanging buck naked in this window, slathered in bright orange sauce, looking like a damn fool with no head. I could die of shame." And I always end up with a hermetically sealed and inoffensive sandwich from the Evil Coffee Empire downstairs. I'm just not cut out for this sort of thing. I remember wandering through the shops in Chinatown in San Francisco, carefully treading my Amazon way through crowds of tiny, fragile grannies and aunties, feeling like a Cape water buffalo, and trying not to burst out with "Kee-RIST! What's that SMELL???" Maybe that's why I prefer Thai food: It looks, smells, and tastes pretty.
Still wading through The Anubis Gates, which still sucks. If you're going to write a time-travel fantasy, for the love of God, do a little research! The hansom cab was invented in 1834 by a chap named Hansom. Your story is set in 1810. Stop calling them "hansom cabs." They aren't yet. You have no sense of the Regency period at all but rather write as if the book were set in Victorian times.
Having exhausted myself with that last rant, I am now off to bed.
(Aside to PMB, through slightly gritted teeth: See how well-mannered I'm being about, well, you know? See how snark-free this is?)
PMB, you must go to this Sluggy and check out the costume on the little ferret, Kiki! I think you'll approve.
I blew over $100 today on various new and used DVDs. I have a list of DVDs that we want to buy, and another list of what we actually end up buying. The two rarely sync up. Today we acquired Monsters, Inc.; Amelie; Roxanne; Escaflowne: The Movie; Practical Magic; Star Trek II: Wrath of Khan; Army of Darkness; and Stargate SG1: vol 1.2. Sometimes I just buy things because they're there.
I can't wait for Wednesday, when I have a hair appointment. Kiss four or five inches of this mess goodbye. Those of you who like my long hair aren't the ones who have to dry it every morning or roll the car window down to retrieve it or push S off of it at night. If you ask nicely, I'll tuck some hair in a little baggie for you.
One other nice thing about October is See's Candies gets in their Halloween stuff.
So I'm temping in the International District, and every day I swear I'll wander through the ID and have lunch at some delightful and authentic bastion of Asian cuisine. And then I walk past the windows filled with carcasses and my nerve utterly fails. I can just hear some poor duck thinking, "Well, here I am, hanging buck naked in this window, slathered in bright orange sauce, looking like a damn fool with no head. I could die of shame." And I always end up with a hermetically sealed and inoffensive sandwich from the Evil Coffee Empire downstairs. I'm just not cut out for this sort of thing. I remember wandering through the shops in Chinatown in San Francisco, carefully treading my Amazon way through crowds of tiny, fragile grannies and aunties, feeling like a Cape water buffalo, and trying not to burst out with "Kee-RIST! What's that SMELL???" Maybe that's why I prefer Thai food: It looks, smells, and tastes pretty.
Still wading through The Anubis Gates, which still sucks. If you're going to write a time-travel fantasy, for the love of God, do a little research! The hansom cab was invented in 1834 by a chap named Hansom. Your story is set in 1810. Stop calling them "hansom cabs." They aren't yet. You have no sense of the Regency period at all but rather write as if the book were set in Victorian times.
Having exhausted myself with that last rant, I am now off to bed.
(Aside to PMB, through slightly gritted teeth: See how well-mannered I'm being about, well, you know? See how snark-free this is?)
