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| Friday, July 25th, 2008 | | 1:25 am |
Fix the red L upon thy bosom. I am a library criminal who has renewed my various books, DVDs, et al to the point of ridiculousness, and has been told that I must bring back items back. Just spent the past few hours typing up the citations and annotations for all of the entries that I finished noting in Johnson, back in...May? [horror] I must also bring back a number of the History of Middle-earth books but these I am not as concerned about: generally speaking, if I have access to a library network, I'm going to find those *somewhere*. The Johnson one is rarer, so it was imperative that I finish those up. Copy-pasting beneath the cut below so that these are saved somewhere besides my computer. Now that they're typed up, I'll have to go back through them. I'm not completely sure which ones I noted because I thought them of real use for my bibliography and which I noted because they just amused or interested me at the time. ( Orc bibliography ) | | Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 | | 7:17 am |
Well dang. HASA malfunction explained.
HASA is offline after a major malicious attack on our database.
UPDATE: There is a world wide SQL injection attack going on, affecting thousands of websites. HASA was hacked, but we avoided any significant data loss. The database has been restored.
I'm having flashbacks to my old library, where our database would go down with the dreaded message "SQL Error" and I would look into the horrified eyes of my coworkers and utter one word.
"Squirrel..." | | Monday, July 21st, 2008 | | 10:09 pm |
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...I think I broke the Henneth-Annun web site. | | 7:07 am |
Maundering + Fic Why do the Open Scroll Archives call themselves Open? I wonder if it's meant to be ironic. They're right that there are a lot of sites exclusively devoted to slash (which also bother me some because they can be so insular - besides, it's not like it's the late nineties, when there were few slash writers and they needed to create safe spaces for themselves), but there are also a fair amount of sites devoted purely to het/gen. OSA states it outright, though, whereas, say, Stories of Arda just puts it on their "About" page or list of prohibited content. Maybe that's why the OSA folks think there are no sites that cater purely to het, so they state it outright...oh! So maybe that's why they're Open: because they're Openly non-slash! Now I'm being mean. I think it's because slash is a nebulous and imprecise term that gets conflated in my head with gay...which is the way a lot of online users do mean it, actually. That's why stipulations against slash always make me wary. Quite aside from wondering about the motivation(s) that might be behind it, I wonder about the parameters. Does a non-slash/het-only site mean no slash pairings, or no gay relationships period? Is it just Sam and Frodo who can't get it on, or will you get in trouble for having two male OCs in a relationship? *References* to homosexuality? What about a character who doesn't get it on with anybody but happens to be gay? coughNazlukcough Ok to be, as long as you don't touch/kiss/love? Ultimate paranoid fantasy: no gay stories being extended to no gay authors...So I've broken out of the black hole that is Henneth-Annun Beta status. Beta probably served a point back when people's only options were Reviewed (if your story passed the review process, to be showcased publicly on the site) or Beta (where the stories were in the Workshop area and could be only seen by logged-in Members). Since there is General status now (stories uploaded for public viewing, without having to pass the nine reviewer panel) most people automatically post their stories as General and everybody ignores Beta. I finally figured this out and took my mini-series and made it General status. Whereas maybe three people ever saw it in Beta status, once it was General the hits jumped dramatically. So now it's where everyone can see it and read or not read it as they please. This is the AU I was talking about where Sauron gets the Ring and Orcs occupy the Shire. http://henneth-annun.net/stories/chapter.cfm?stid=7485#chaptersMy latest addition is "The Green Cap," a double drabble. Short, ugly and ironic, which seems to fit many of the others in this series as well. | | Sunday, July 20th, 2008 | | 10:21 am |
Great interview with Ralph Bakshi. Posting this here so I know where to find it again later: http://www.fpsmagazine.com/feature/040703bakshi.phpA lot of bitching about how Peter Jackson totally ripped him off with LOTR, which ain't true. Though as someone who's seen both versions there are definitely bits Jackson borrowed from, but many of the points Bakshi makes are a stretch. My dwarf wore fur, his dwarf wore fur - whatev-ski. You would think that Jackson might at least have dropped the guy half a yo, but combative as Bakshi is in all the interviews I've seen with him, I can see why Jackson might have declined. [EDIT: This could also be a generational thing, though. Bakshi sounds like a lot of the older animator set, both in language and in attitude. He even makes me think of Bill Peet a little, when I had to do that paper for Children's Literature and Media.] Anyway, I was more interested in other parts of the interview. Highlights: Ralph Bakshi: I'd like to do Wizards II. There's a lot more to say now, twenty years later. I was on the cusp of the truth, now it's really happened. [laughs] Wizards opened with terrorists blowing up the world. Hello. [laughs]
Emru Townsend: Did you already have a Wizards II in mind?
Bakshi: Of course I have a script in mind. It's finished.
Townsend: It's something you had in mind recently, or did you have it in mind at the time?
Bakshi: I've always had it. Wizards was always a three-part picture. Absolutely. Ok, the always-meant-to-be-a-trilogy thing is news to me, but I've heard this tease about a sequel before. *And* a comic book. My skepticism is a weary beast...This next part about rotoscoping is a gem! And when he brings women into it, it just gets that much better... Townsend: One of the things you hear from people who work in animation is that you love rotoscope.
Bakshi: I don't love rotoscope.
Townsend: It almost seems like you do.
Bakshi: I don't love rotoscope. It may seem like I love rotoscope, but I don't love rotoscope. In fact I hate rotoscope.
Townsend: For someone who hates it, you used it an awful lot.
Bakshi: That's right.
Bakshi: How do you think I learned to hate it? [laughs] How do you get to hate something? You live with some women, they fuck you over, you learn to hate them too. It's only in contact with things that you get know it and hate it. You shouldn't hate anything you don't know. [laughs] Have I taught you something, son?This will put the holy terror in you: Townsend: Well—and you know I'm going to keep on coming back to this theme — given that Wizards is very comic-book inspired, and for that matter Fire and Ice — again, the hypothetical question, if you could make whatever you wanted, who would you be interested in working with today to make a comic-book–themed or comic-book–inspired animated film?
Bakshi: [pause] I ain't gonna tell ya. I fucking ain't gonna tell ya. That's my secret. [laughs] I ain't gonna tell ya.
Bakshi: Winnie the Pooh. I love [E.H.] Shepard. I love Shepard, the guy who illustrated the original Winnie the Pooh books, I would love to make a film with his work.
Townsend: Yeah, as opposed to these Disney aberrations.
Bakshi: Oh, my God. What a beautiful artist. What an artist.
Townsend: And sadly it's becoming less and less available. Everything's the Disney Pooh now.
Bakshi: The little bastards. Look what they did to my Pooh. I mean, the little scratchy, pen-and-ink line...
Townsend: Yeah, I still have my battered original Pooh books.
Bakshi: Pooh books, that's great. When he draws, they're magic. And of course, Wind in the Willows by the same artist. Oh, my God. I'll do that in a flash. I'll really sell out. Winnie the Pooh and Wind in the Willows directed by Ralph Bakshi, omgwtf!! on the other hand, he's totally right about E. H. Shepard. So maybe he does have me a little intrigued there. And as someone who loved the '80s Mighty Mouse, this is just a great soundbite: Townsend: I know you can't answer this because you don't have any control over this, but when is Mighty Mouse coming out on DVD?
Bakshi: Well, if it wasn't for John Kricfalusi it would still be on. If he hadn't put the goddamned coke in the goddamned flower, it would still be on the air. You can tell John that.
Townsend: I'll tell him the next time I see him.
Bakshi: Tell him to fuck himself. He cost me a show. Another genius. | | 12:51 am |
Wh...?
Wizards has been in my head all day. For some reason I can't go to sleep unless I play that damn battle sequence at the end, the one that's eight minutes long and criminally roto-scoped with the interminable porn music in the background.
Actually if there was a soundtrack for this movie I would grab it in a heartbeat. | | Saturday, July 19th, 2008 | | 7:37 am |
LOTR drabble thing. Suggestions/feedback? I wrote another AU drabble thing - a triple-drabble - and posted it as Beta in the Henneth Annun archives. I don't hate it but it's not one of the stronger ones, and there's one line tripping me up a bit. So I've posted it here in hopes of feedback. Any suggestions on how to make that line not suck, and for the larger piece, would be hugely appreciated! Prefacing with context...behind an lj cut, though, so that people can read that first or ignore it and go at the thing with unbiased eyes, as they please. ( Orcs in Hobbiton )-.-.-.- “He calls for you at Barad-dûr. He says, ‘Like calls to like.’” “A trick,” whispers Saruman. “Deception…” “To what purpose? This world is his.” His eyes hold contempt the wizard does not see. “He calls for me in truth? He does not seek my death?” “The retinue awaits, my Lord, which would take you to Mordor.” The slain Ruffians, Saruman asks. The quarantine? Misunderstandings, Norgush assures him. Perhaps the wizard believes; perhaps he only pretends, knowing resistance is futile. He draws himself up, tall as Men are tall, and fragile. “Then do you lead, Orc, and I will follow.” They skirt the dead man at the base of the stairs, robes hauled above the bony hips like a corpse-lover’s leavings. “My Worm,” the whitebeard murmurs. “Your master goes now, to his Master. There is something of you in me after all, Worm…” If it weren’t for the sobriety of his voice, Norgush would take it for proper Orkish humor. The corpse is several days old and noticeably incomplete. The upper floor is feces and dusty furniture. On the lintel Saruman hangs back, blinking at the mass of Orcs beyond the splintered door. “Is this my retinue?” Silence follows his words. In the stillness an audible whisper as one small Orc asks his fellow what a retinue is. “He’s yours,” says Norgush to a group of black Mordor Orcs, and Saruman’s face falls at the fetters that they hold. ~ “Like calls to like…” he murmurs later. “Oi Sharkû, you keep your mouth shut. Orders are we’re to gag you if your tongue wags overmuch.” He is silent. The wagon jolts and shivers over the rough road leaving Hobbiton. Varicolored eyes of Orcs, the Halflings' eyes like stones. Jeers rising from the sea of eyes on the road that leads to Mordor. | | Friday, July 18th, 2008 | | 3:04 am |
Cupiditas
So every night I seem to wake up around two or three, I think because of general oxygen depletion and heat levels in my room, at which point I wander out to the kitchen for a mug of cold water. But it was like a religious experience now, that wonderful frosty mug, and those clear cubes of ice like transparent jewels bumping up against my teeth. Plus I had a cold slice of anchovy pizza, which really ran my cup over.
Flashbacks to Hollins and my Chaucer class: Cunningham would call this a clear case of cupiditas and loving my vehicle. Vroom vroom sez I. | | Thursday, July 17th, 2008 | | 6:35 pm |
Papers! Papers! Papers!
Filling out forms only to realize that I need to submit additional documentation requiring another application, to be printed on - what's bond paper...?
NO MORE! I'm gonna eat at the Taqueria Mexico! At least that doesn't require paperwork. Just cash. | | Sunday, July 13th, 2008 | | 7:54 pm |
"So, I made the mistake of beating you to death..."
Journey To The West, volume 3, chapter 56:
So Tripitaka is menaced by bandits but he lies to them and tells him that his disciple, who is coming along shortly, will give them money. Sure enough, when Monkey comes he agrees to ransom off his master and the bandits release Tripitaka, who promptly jumps on his dragon-horse and runs away without bothering to stick around - not that Monkey cares because he gets to knock in heads. So he kills two bandits and the rest flee. Tripitaka is furious and insists that they bury the bandits.
-.-.-.-
"Wu-k'ung," Tripitaka called out, "bring me some incense and candles, so that I may say a prayer and recite the scriptures." "What silliness!" said Pilgrim, pouting. "Halfway up this mountain, when there is no village in front and no store behind us, where can I ask for incense and candles? There's no place for us to buy some even if we have the money." "Move aside, ape head!" said Tripitaka spitefully. "Let me pinch some dirt to use as incense and then I'll pray." And so,
Tripitaka left the saddle to mourn at a rustic grave;
The sage monk in kindness prayed to a lonely mound.
This was his supplication:
I bow to you noble ones,
Hear the cause of my plea:
I am a disciple,
A T'ang man of the East.
By the emperor T'ai-tsung's decree
I'm going to the West to seek scriptures.
I came to this place
And met many of you,
Natives of some region, prefecture or district
Who have assembled on this mountain.
With good words and kind
I earnestly begged you
But you failed to listen
And instead grew angry.
By the rod of Pilgrim
You two lost your lives.
I pity your corpses exposed;
I cover you with moundfuls of dirt.
I break bamboo for candles;
Though lightless,
They mean well.
I take stones for off'rings;
Though tasteless,
They're sincere.
If you should protest at the hall of Darkness
And dig up the past,
Remember that his name is Sun
And my name is Ch'en.
A wrong has its wrongdoer
And a debt its creditor.
Please don't accuse this scripture seeker!
"Master," said Pa-chieh, chuckling, "you have neatly passed the buck! But when he hit these people, we weren't around either."
Tripitaka indeed scattered another pinch of dust and prayed: "Noble ones, when you file suit, file it against Pilgrim only. Pa-chieh and Sha Monk have nothing to do with this." When the Great Sage heard these words, he could no longer refrain from snickering. "Master," he said, "there's not much kindness in you, is there? Because of your enterprise of seeking scriptures, I don't know how much energy or exertion I've spent. Now I've slaughtered these two crummy thieves, and you tell them instead to go file suit against old Monkey. Though it was I who raised my hands to kill them, I did it only for you. If you hadn't resolved to go to acquire scriptures in the Western Heaven, and if I hadn't become your disciple, how could I end up killing people in this place? Now that you have said all those things, I might as well give them a little benediction!" He lifted up his iron rod and pounded it three times on the grave mound, saying, "You plague-ridden bandits! Listen to me! You gave me seven whacks here and eight whacks there with your rods, beating me until I was sorely annoyed because your blows caused me neither itch nor pain. So, I made the mistake of beating you to death. You may go anywhere you like to file suit against me, but old Monkey is not afraid.
The Jade Emperor knows me;
The devarajas follow me;
The Twenthy-Eight Constellations fear me;
The Nine Luminaries are afraid of me;
The prefectural, district, and municipal deities kneel before me;
Equal to Heaven, the guardian of Mount T'ai dreads me;
The Ten Kings of Hell once served me as my attendants;
The Five Grand Deities have been my houseboys;
Whether they be the Ministers of the Five Phases,
Or the Sundry Gods of the Ten Quarters,
They regard me as an intimate friend.
You may go anywhere you like to lodge your complaint."
-.-.-.-
What a guy... | | Wednesday, July 9th, 2008 | | 6:39 pm |
HOLY MONKEY - MPREG?!
They were doing that in the 1590s?
-.-.-.-
After master and disciples found their way to the West they had hardly traveled half an hour when the elder began to groan as he rode. "Stomach-ache!" he said, and Pa-chieh behind him also said, "I have a stomach-ache too." Sha Monk said, "It must be the cold water you drank." But before he even finished speaking, the elder cried out: "The pain's awful!" Pa-chieh also screamed: "The pain's awful!" As the two of them struggled with this unbearable pain, their bellies began to swell in size steadily. Inside their abdomens, there seemed to be a clot of blood or a lump of flesh, which could be felt clearly by the hand, kicking and jumping wildly about. Tripitaka was in great discomfort when they came upon a small village by the road; two bundles of hay were tied to some branches on a tall tree nearby. "Master, that's good!" said Pilgrim. "The house over there must be an inn. Let me go over there to beg some hot liquid for you. I'll ask them also whether there is an apothecary around, so that I can get some ointment for your stomach-ache."
Delighted by what he heard, Tripitaka whipped his white horse and soon arrived at the village. As he dismounted, he saw an old woman sitting on a grass mound outside the village gate and knitting hemp. Pilgrim went forward and bowed to her with palms pressed together, saying, "P'o-p'o, this poor monk has come from the Great T'ang in the Land of the East. My master is the royal brother of the T'ang court. Because he drank some water from the river back there after we crossed it, he is having a stomach-ache." Breaking into loud guffaws, the woman said, "You people drank some water from the river?" "Yes," replied Pilgrim, "we drank some of the clean river water east of here." Giggling loudly, the old woman said, "What fun! What fun! Come in, all of you. I'll tell you something."
Pilgrim went to take hold of T'ang monk while Sha Monk held up Pa-chieh; moaning with every step the two sick men walked into the thatched hut to take a seat, their stomachs protruding and their faces turning yellow from the pain. "P'o-p'o," Pilgrim kept saying, "please makes some hot liquid for my master. We'll thank you." Instead of boiling water, however, the old woman dashed inside, laughing and yelling, "Come and look, all of you!"
With loud clip-clops, several middle-aged women ran out from within to stare at the T'ang monk, grinning stupidly all the time. Pilgrim gave a yell and ground his teeth together, so frightening the whole crowd of them that they turned to flee, stumbling all over. Pilgrim darted forward and caught hold of the old woman, crying, "Boil some water quick and I'll spare you!" "O Father!" said the old woman, shaking violently, "boiling water is useless, because it won't cure their stomach-aches. Let me go, and I'll tell you." Pilgrim released her and she said, "This is the Nation of Women of Western Liang. There are only women in our country, and not even a single male can be found here. That's why we were amused when we saw you. that water your master drank is not the best, for the river is called Child-and-Mother River. Outside our capital we also have a Male Reception Post-house byt the side of which there is also a Pregnancy Reflection Stream. Only after reaching her twentieth year would someone from this region dare go and drink that river's water, for she would feel the pain of conception soon after she took a drink. After three days, she would go to the Male Reflection Post-house and look at her reflection in the stream. If a double reflection appears, it means that she will give birth to a child. Since your master drank some water from the Child-and-Mother River, he, too, has become pregnant and will give birth to a child. How could hot water cure him?"
When Tripitaka heard this, he paled with fright. "O disciple," he cried, "what shall we do?" "O father," groaned Pa-chieh as he twisted to spread his legs further apart, "we are men, and we have to give birth to babies? Where can we find a birth canal? How could the fetus come out?" With a chuckle Pilgrim said, "According to the ancients, 'A ripe melon will fall by itself.' When the time comes, you may have a gaping hole at your armpit and the baby will crawl out."
When Pa-chieh heard this, he shook with fright, and that made the pain all the more unbearable. "Finished! Finished!" he cried. "I'm dead! I'm dead!" "Second Elder Brother," said Sha Monk, laughing, "stop writhing! Stop writhing! You may hurt the umbilical cord and end up with some kind of prenatal sickness!" Our Idiot became more alarmed than ever. Tears welling up in his eyes, he tugged at Pilgrim and said, "Elder Brother, please ask the P'o-p'o to see if they have some midwives here who are not too heavy-handed. Let's find a few right away. The movement inside is becoming more frequent now. It must be labor pain. It's coming! It's coming!" Again Sha Monk said chuckling, "Second Elder Brother, if it's labor pain, you'd better sit still. I fear you may puncture the water bag."
-.-.-.-
I knew Monkey was evil all along, but it's not often Sha Monk gets to show much personality. Heh. What a bastard he is. So now...I kid you not...they are on a magical quest to find the Abortion Stream in the Child Destruction Cave of the Male-Undoing Mountain.
I love this book. | | 2:31 pm |
Random One of my roommates kept saying, "Susan, Susan," as he was heading out the door. I thought he'd forgotten my name until I realized he was actually saying "See you soon." I was going through random old word docs and found a big chunk of DW fanfic from bygone days called "In Sickness And In Help." It was to be a tale of unmitigated hilarity in which The Voice tries to hide a bad cold and Quackerjack and Megavolt hatch an elaborate scheme to put a tracking device on Darkwing Duck so they can plot their capers. ( It also involved Bizet's Havanaise, snooty haute cuisine and trippy cartoon montage. )Unfortunately the only time I worked on it was when I had a cold. Evidently I left off somewhere in the middle of a scene with a food critic, and while I used to know how it ended I cannot remember anymore. This in turn reminds me of a story I never wrote, in which The Voice, as part of a dare with Megavolt and Quackerjack, gets a short-lived job as a J-Mart cashier, derives surprising satisfaction from the work and toys with the idea of leaving crime behind for a mundane civilian lifestyle. I originally conceived of that one during a summer stint at K-Mart, way back in 2000, and for some reason it's been on my mind again lately. Must be the job search preying on my brain. | | Saturday, July 5th, 2008 | | 9:12 pm |
OB21 Between Journey to the West and Orson Scott Card, I neglected to mention that I uploaded Chapter 21 of Orc-brat. VERY short chapter. At first I was going to add more, but then I decided it worked better as a floater, so instead I'm holding what material I left out for Chapter 22. | | Friday, July 4th, 2008 | | 11:42 am |
More email "fun"
Hotmail says,
Login Error
Windows Live Hotmail wasn't able to complete this request because your account is temporarily unavailable. Please try again later.
So I don't know what's up. (Virv, did you get my email?)
Also, Yahoo! keeps routing job app responses to my spam box. I check there absolutely every day, but I found one this morning that had managed to elude me since July 1st (Tuesday.) Responded right away, but I was most displeased. | | Thursday, July 3rd, 2008 | | 7:14 pm |
Journey to the West: half way through.
The Western Road is a journey of 10,000 years,
The western heart cannot see the end.
The Western Road is the cultivated mind,
A master of truth and self-discipline.
The western heart is a pi ma wen.
An empty title, it seeks responsibility.
When will the mind monkey be cultivated?
When the horse of will takes dragon form.
Is this poem nonsense? Yes it is
But not wholly inept as parody.
I just finished the second volume of Journey to the West. I want to propose another drinking game. A sip when
...Tripitaka whines about how long the journey is taking and/or wonders when he will attain the sutras or see the court of his beloved Emperor again.
...the author refers to Pa-chieh as Idiot.
...Idiot says that Monkey is planning to abandon them or has murdered an innocent passerby.
...Tripitaka BELIEVES Idiot.
...Monkey's muzzle is likened unto the beak of a thunder god.
...Monkey threatens to thrash the hapless mountain deity and local spirit of a given place.
...the monster of the day turns out to be the spirit of some mundane creature (tiger, goldfish, snake, deer, bear, bedbug, whatever) that has attained awareness and long life through self-cultivation, thereby gaining an appetite for the flesh of a certain T'ang monk.
...Tripitaka gets captured. Again.
Two sips when
...the monster of the day turns out to have been planted by Kuan Yin to test the travelers
...Monkey calls on Kuan Yin to save the day. (One gulp if she comes without her Lotus Throne. Three gulps if she comes without her makeup.)
...Monkey and Idiot engage in friendly banter.
...Monkey uses his rod to turn someone into a meat patty.
...Idiot uses his rake to inflict nine-hole puncture wounds.
...Sha Monk gets off his butt and fights someone.
...Monkey and/or Idiot take a leak. (Gulp if it's on something expensive or sacred.)
Three sips when
...the current episode is suspiciously similar to the one immediately preceding it.
...one of the characters indulges in exposition, summarizing part or all of the preceding events in the story.
...Monkey is disemboweled, decapitated or crushed without suffering ill effects.
...the four travelers contend with evil or inhospitable monks.
...the author waxes eloquent over the beautiful partnership and cooperation between Stone Monkey and Wood Mother (ie. Idiot.)
If there isn't slash between those two, there really ought to be. Rule 34 says so. Anyway. Two volumes - 921 pages - to go. | | 12:37 pm |
Mad productive.
Fans blasting in my room. Phoned re: my interview next week with some questions; jetting out on the Red Line this afternoon to find out where the place is so I don't get lost on the actual day. Fired off a fresh app on another position. Dust flying as I clean my room. Comfy as it is, I will be glad to find full-time employment and leave it behind for other more favorable quarters. Rammstein, Angela Gossow and Freddie Mercury keeping me company. Thinking of working on my Orc bibliography later as it has been static for a few weeks now.
Water is the most delicious drink on this good earth. | | Wednesday, July 2nd, 2008 | | 8:46 pm |
Weird issue in my Yahoo! email account.
Just fired off this message to the Yahoo security folks. I've put spaces in the below URL as I don't want anyone to click it accidentally.
-.-.-.-
To Whom It May Concern:
I'm having a weird problem with my account. For some reason when I click messages that I have sent or received in my Yahoo account, the message will appear for a minute, then go to a blank screen, and at the bottom of my screen I will see in the gray bar
Read http:// js.worthathousandwords .com/
This web site, IF it is an actual web site, never loads.
What is this? Why am I seeing this all of a sudden? Is it some kind of Yahoo-specific virus? It doesn't happen in my Hotmail account, and it is very annoying as I can't read my Yahoo email. It only started happening today, and when I performed a search just now I didn't find any information about the problem.
Respectfully,
---- | | 7:01 pm |
Gelato of DOOM.
After a long day of bumming around I wandered across the street and had a small vanilla gelato. I've had gelato about three times now (all of them this year, huh...) and I'm not sure I get what the big deal is. They taste lovely, true, but not that different from regular ice cream. Still nice, though. Very refreshing, even if the cheap plastic spoon I was eating it with cut the holy hell out of my mouth. [amused] | | Tuesday, July 1st, 2008 | | 7:26 am |
Monday was odd. I spent half the day on the phone with ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) rilkeanheart talking about God, C. S. Lewis, and sex/gender roles. It was mad-fun and interesting, and probably a bit annoying at points since I can be contentious on religious matters - well, I should say Christian matters since that's my bailiwick. (No one could have this many arguments with the Christian Godhead without believing in him on some level. It's that Lutheran baggage, Ma. And you call it Catholicism Lite...) Got a nibble of employment (interview request) which I won't expand on, but after an arid month it is some balm for my jobsearch-weary ego. And Tiffany Hamby (Hollins '03) passed away. That should be its own post but I can't seem to talk about it on its own, the knowledge of it is too stark. She's the second now, after Nicole. No one knows *anything* yet - we know that she was in Costa Rica and she died. I saw the email yesterday and went straight to the search engines, trying to find something, something that wasn't her old Writing Center picture or some Classmates.com social network that I'm not a part of. Only silvercharmer's post, and all I can do is echo it ( what happened, what happened) like an echo in a nautilus. | | Saturday, June 28th, 2008 | | 11:38 pm |
Oh, and BTW, Thank you blitzers for mentioning this in lj: http://www.lfgcomic.com/page/144I too am very behind on this comic, but that was perfect. I think my laughter just now may have scared the roomies. |
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