Progress notes for June 11, 2007:Bird of DuskTotal words new or revised
: 2400 and then some.Probable percentage actually new
: Not much at all in the first scene, the second was about 50% deleted and 30% new material added (Making it shorter than it was, but more pointed)Reason for stopping
: That second scene was wrong. Wrong wrong wrong. It made no sense, it made the villain look like it was even less logical than it is.Tea
: hot milk with various stuff in.Music:
Heather Alexander...Live!, Loreena McKennitt, the Visit.Mean Things
: What would happen to you if you found out you used to have a sister who has now ceased to exist so completely nobody remembers her?Current reading
: Peter S. Beagle - The Line BetweenTo-read pile
: Or maybe, I should get around to Peg Kerr's Emerald House Rising.Progress notes for June 12, 2007:Bird of DuskTotal words new or revised
: 1132 (Attempting to replace the failed scene from yesterday. It makes more sense plot wise, but it does kind of read as a sudden jump into the wrong subgenre.)Probable percentage actually new
: Most every one.Reason for stopping
: Time for bed. Must work tomorrow.Tea
: hot milk with a slightly different set of various stuff in.Music:
Oysterband - Granite YearsMean Things
: Entrapment, rude messages, making a mess.There's Always Another Quirk in the Character
: Finno can keep his head, and even have some fun, when in a situation with no small resemblance to -- but not actually containing -- his single worst panic trigger.Current reading
: Peter S. Beagle - The Line BetweenTo-read pile
: However, all things considered, the highest priorities are now Steven Brust's Dzur, and a reread of Bradley's The Heritage of Hastur, because those are library books and have to go back.
I also peeped at the Used Book Sale they have, and forodwaith
, I swear to you, as of 6:00PM today, there was another almost pristine copy of Emerald House Rising in the $.30 paperbacks. I didn't pick it up (I thought later I should have, and given it to you later, as then I'd know it would reach you)
I did grab a hardcover of Terry Pratchett's Bromeliad as a 3-in-1 book, as it's almost the only work of his I haven't read, and a paperback of Martha Wells' The Death of the Necromancer that was in such poor shape I almost didn’t bother, but I reasoned that for thirty cents, I could have the story now, and not feel too guilty about replacing it with a nice (and possibly royalty-making) edition later.Inevitable Asides
Pirates 3 Rocked. With a capital Rock. Among other things, it became obvious just how much Dead Man's Chest suffered from being the set-up to this story rather than a story in itself (and that's the parts I liked and that were relevant at all). Not brain candy but... oh, hell, yes, it was brain candy. it wasn't brain food, is what it wasn't. Pure candy, and tasty. The visuals were usually utterly arresting, but there was a lot happening overtop that. Lost track of the double-crosses a few times, especially since over half of them were feints and buying time rather than real betrayals. But I found myself grinning at the screen far too often for them actually doing something I thought was going straight for the shameless.
I didn't find the after-the-credits part annoying, but this may be because ( Spoiler )
And unlike with one, but very much like with 2, I want the soundtrack.
It seems like only a week ago I was expressing frustration (in person, not on journal) with my work situation. I was working one day a week -- and due to terminate this month -- at a place that obviously needs someone there more than that, and working one and a half days at another where I wasn't sure how long it would last at all,as it's already extended well past the planned time, or if they really need me.
Since then, the one day a week thing has jumped to two (and the endline is in 5 weeks, so longer than originally declared), and the one and a half one? Actually wanted me there an extra half day - they can't this week because of the other job, but they might next week. They also made it clear this is more ongoing than originally planned. They also added some mindless data entry to the mindless filing, amking it clear that with a little organization, they can find me plenty to do for as long as I can keep going.
Not sure how this will play out the week of Folk Fest... it all depends if location 2 are still needing me.
This has been rather the week for attempting severe self-damage. I already confessed to the attempt to clip the claws of Irina without backup, a towel, or sedation.
Then I tried to slice off the top of my finger (I only succeeded in removing a flap of skin and leaving myself a sensitive spot to brush against rough objects.)
THEN I managed to slam a chair into the back of my heel with the whole rest of my weight on it. At speed. (Yes, that was hard to manage. My comment at the time was "If I were Achilles, that would definitely have been 'Death by Stupidity, straight to hell'.") It doesn't seem bruised, and the ache isn't bruise-like or muscle-like. On the other hand it's minor, and hasn't kept me from walking, bouncing, dancing, etc.
After all of which, and barely 24 hours after remarking to Colin that I never bruise instantly, it usually takes hours to show, so that half the time I forget how I got it, I managed to walk hard into the pointy corner one of our low tables hard enough to bruise, badly and instantaneously.
To top it all off, in attempting to take my snake earrings from my study to the bedroom, I managed to drop one of them down behind the basement steps - which means, in effect, behind the newly renovated basement *Wall*. (For those of you who know that both my study and the bedroom are on the second floor... don't ask.) I'd love to be wrong and find it lurking on some more innocent bit of floor or step, but I checked pretty thoroughly, and I'm quite sure I heard it bounce left.
Technically, I know, this isn't self injury, but those were pretty much my favourite earrings. I mean, how often do you find snake earrings that can be, and have been, mistaken for Christmas trees at a distance of less than five feet? They were just cool.
Well, I still have one. I should see if I have a near enough match in any of my other orphaned earrings (I don't mind wearing different ones, but I'm no longer comfortable if they aren't close in weight and how they swing.)
I've meant to post about:
- The service this week, which was a combination of Interfaith celebration and preparation for the Gay Pride march that afternoon We started with a native elder's prayer and song, a Buddhist, a Jewish woman (Actually known to me as Ruth from the Folk Festival and Amaryllis's aunt), someone from a new age faith, the Rainbow Ministry's choir doing the music, and a few other interesting touches.
- How this season of Doctor Who started bland, and with serious danger of repeating itself too much (the Face of Bo, New New York, Major-historical-figure-plus-standard-
horror-monster, female companion with romantic overtones, the Doctor being oh, so cool and genius and perfect), then morphed into doing several experimental and unusual shows in a row - most of which also have had some killer dialogue and some unusually good presentation.
- The whole Livejournal mass deletions and inadequate apology.
- A wide variety of other minor rambles about work or life or near-future plans.
But some of these have a time limit which is pretty much over and done, and some, I really don't have that much to say on. Other topics of more length and depth have also passed into my mind, but usually disappeared soon after. Or, I deemed to be things I would not say either in public or in front of my mother.