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lenora_roseI was extremely pleased with yesterday - pretty much, in fact, right up until this morning.
I woke to feed the cats (About 7:00), and lay down to sleep again (alarm set for 10:30). At which point I started to have a dream. Actually, I can't say exactly when the dream began, except that it was LOOOONg - way longer than would be usual for a remembered dream (The dream you remember tends, IIRC, to be the last 3-5 minutes before waking), partly because I kept half-waking up, and pushing myself back under to keep it going.
I've been describing it as demi-lucid for just that reason. I didn't have control over the subject matter, as such, except on a couple of the wake-up moments. However, i could and did get to say, "Nope, not done, tell me more!" and have my brain oblige.
It featured a smart-assed demi-god hiding out in the mountain/tower the gods live in after it's been invaded and occupied by *someones* with some pretty hefty technology. He's not trying to get out - if he were, he'd have made it with the others. Being a demi-god is useful when it comes to passing as "not a deity". However, his mother goddess, currently inhabiting a massive whale-like form, is a prisoner, and he's trying to get her out. There was also some fun stuff to do with a different great round goddess (Sometimes much like me if fatter and older and more motherly, and sometimes, when the point of view changed, looking a lot like Queen Latifah) and a slim asian one (with a daughter) outside the mountain, trying to assemble a rebellion to take on their invaders. And a poor mere mortal girl who got hauled into the mountain out of her happy VR video game, became an unfortunate witness to the rebellion in the mountain, and is kinda not sure what she's doing there.
And a dog.
I got up, went straight to the computer, and wrote out four and a bit pages of single-spaced plot summary, in which i also figured out what the poor mortal and the dog were doing there. And my brain kept fizzing most of today, and told me more about where this is set, a lot more about the relative personalities of various, ah, people. And a lot about the tone, which wants to be colloquial in the case of the demi-god, modern southern belle/country singer for the human, and the Round goddess hasn't quite decided.
Elements of recognized inspiration (Aside from some visuals, which are from well, everywhere) so far: Get Smart, Goblin War, and The Bandit Queen of India. Especially the last two, which have all kinds of weird things in common I wouldn't have guessed at. (Heroes who are marginalzed even within their marginal culture, who beat unlikely odds, whose success is directly related to their chosen religion and to their idiosyncratic place as the deepest of underdogs, gets attention out of proportion to how they themselves feel they are coping with the world, gets weirdly misinterpreted by admiring followers, but whose deities let them down sometimes)
The afternoon and evening were taken up by the massive Pirate and pottery Marathon, where a group of friends came by to watch all 3 Pirates of the Caribbean movies (minus the cannibals) and work on craft projects (Taleisin and Hadassah both crocheted, Cristina did some needlework on a piece of garb, and Colin ironed. i didn't see Bearaich pull anything out, though I'd left the table clear so he could do illumination if he chose.) I finished the carved designs on one and 3/4 cups in the process (Which left me with a total of two-and-a-bit done), which is slower than would have been ideal, but acceptable, and part of the reason I was much pleased with the day.
However, during the creepy hanging and singing segment at the start of the third movie, Beraich suddenly exclaimed, "There's a deer on the sidewalk!"
Which had me staring at the screen thinking (As taleisin later said she had been thinking), "There's no sidewalk in the movie -"
Except that taleisin then had the sense to look out the front window. By the time I looked (I was closest, but at an odd angle, so I could see a fair way up the street but not most of our own yard), she'd moved out of immediate sight. I got up and checked the window in the front door - and I could see her, standing just in front of our neighbour's yard. A doe, quite relaxed, didn't particularly shy when the door was opened and a couple of humans either peered out or emerged. Colin went well out, first to snap some pictures, then to try to herd her more in the direction she must have come from, which would be the riverbanks and the small park. (on the other side of a moderately busy street). He stopped about halfway up the block, though; I think with one person signalling traffic to stop and the other scaring the deer the right way, we could've got her all the way, and I was in my boots, but she seemed reasonably safe. She wandered back our way again later, albeit on the other side of the street, and people did keep stopping to stare.
I hope she got back safely.
It then ended with a long soak in the tub, re-reading![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
coffeeem's splendid Bone Dance. Oh, and Taleisin loaned me the Mirador, so even though I can't afford it yet myself (And I want it in hardcover since I have the first two that way), I can at least get the none-too-minor pleasure of reading on in the series.
This morning, alas, a lot of the good feeling died when i discovered one of the finished mugs developed a stress crack in the base. All the way through.
I don't have enough left to replace it. Or rather, I do, if I insist on yet more carving. But I'm already overloaded with things in need of finishing. I've already decided I'm not going to have time to do the bowls and the plates as well, so the whole original notion of "Matched set of four of each" is pretty much put paid to all in one. And I don't have enough unmarked mugs of this particular style left.
It's too late in the term to just make more, or shrug it off.
So, I'm not sure what to do about this. Not at all. At least I suspect Steve will see the efforts involved in getting this far.
Maybe if I make a matched set of three of each?
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As far as the stack of CDs being tested goes: Oysterband's From Little Rock to Leipzig will NOT make the cut. There's a single unique song worth saving, Jail Song Two -- the first, off Step Outside, was spelled Gaol Song, go figure -- and a fun cover of I Fought the Law. Most of the other strong material is repeated elsewhere; Too Late Now and New York Girls are straight off Ride, and not sufficiently better or different, and I have three other versions of Oxford Girl. Easily their weakest work.
Leonard Cohen's "Songs of" survives - it was only under question because I recalled it being a very crappy recording quality, and while it's a nudge quiet, it's not as bad as I remembered. I can tentatively say the same of Various Positions, which I like better as an album, for the same reason.
Other survivors so far: Show of Hands - Anglicana; Loituma - In the Moonlight; and Dreams Fly Away, a history of Linda Thompson. The other later Enya did NOT make it either.
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Next time, if I get my tail in gear: Reviews for Goblin War and Bone Dance. Oh, and Shadow Unit to date.
I woke to feed the cats (About 7:00), and lay down to sleep again (alarm set for 10:30). At which point I started to have a dream. Actually, I can't say exactly when the dream began, except that it was LOOOONg - way longer than would be usual for a remembered dream (The dream you remember tends, IIRC, to be the last 3-5 minutes before waking), partly because I kept half-waking up, and pushing myself back under to keep it going.
I've been describing it as demi-lucid for just that reason. I didn't have control over the subject matter, as such, except on a couple of the wake-up moments. However, i could and did get to say, "Nope, not done, tell me more!" and have my brain oblige.
It featured a smart-assed demi-god hiding out in the mountain/tower the gods live in after it's been invaded and occupied by *someones* with some pretty hefty technology. He's not trying to get out - if he were, he'd have made it with the others. Being a demi-god is useful when it comes to passing as "not a deity". However, his mother goddess, currently inhabiting a massive whale-like form, is a prisoner, and he's trying to get her out. There was also some fun stuff to do with a different great round goddess (Sometimes much like me if fatter and older and more motherly, and sometimes, when the point of view changed, looking a lot like Queen Latifah) and a slim asian one (with a daughter) outside the mountain, trying to assemble a rebellion to take on their invaders. And a poor mere mortal girl who got hauled into the mountain out of her happy VR video game, became an unfortunate witness to the rebellion in the mountain, and is kinda not sure what she's doing there.
And a dog.
I got up, went straight to the computer, and wrote out four and a bit pages of single-spaced plot summary, in which i also figured out what the poor mortal and the dog were doing there. And my brain kept fizzing most of today, and told me more about where this is set, a lot more about the relative personalities of various, ah, people. And a lot about the tone, which wants to be colloquial in the case of the demi-god, modern southern belle/country singer for the human, and the Round goddess hasn't quite decided.
Elements of recognized inspiration (Aside from some visuals, which are from well, everywhere) so far: Get Smart, Goblin War, and The Bandit Queen of India. Especially the last two, which have all kinds of weird things in common I wouldn't have guessed at. (Heroes who are marginalzed even within their marginal culture, who beat unlikely odds, whose success is directly related to their chosen religion and to their idiosyncratic place as the deepest of underdogs, gets attention out of proportion to how they themselves feel they are coping with the world, gets weirdly misinterpreted by admiring followers, but whose deities let them down sometimes)
The afternoon and evening were taken up by the massive Pirate and pottery Marathon, where a group of friends came by to watch all 3 Pirates of the Caribbean movies (minus the cannibals) and work on craft projects (Taleisin and Hadassah both crocheted, Cristina did some needlework on a piece of garb, and Colin ironed. i didn't see Bearaich pull anything out, though I'd left the table clear so he could do illumination if he chose.) I finished the carved designs on one and 3/4 cups in the process (Which left me with a total of two-and-a-bit done), which is slower than would have been ideal, but acceptable, and part of the reason I was much pleased with the day.
However, during the creepy hanging and singing segment at the start of the third movie, Beraich suddenly exclaimed, "There's a deer on the sidewalk!"
Which had me staring at the screen thinking (As taleisin later said she had been thinking), "There's no sidewalk in the movie -"
Except that taleisin then had the sense to look out the front window. By the time I looked (I was closest, but at an odd angle, so I could see a fair way up the street but not most of our own yard), she'd moved out of immediate sight. I got up and checked the window in the front door - and I could see her, standing just in front of our neighbour's yard. A doe, quite relaxed, didn't particularly shy when the door was opened and a couple of humans either peered out or emerged. Colin went well out, first to snap some pictures, then to try to herd her more in the direction she must have come from, which would be the riverbanks and the small park. (on the other side of a moderately busy street). He stopped about halfway up the block, though; I think with one person signalling traffic to stop and the other scaring the deer the right way, we could've got her all the way, and I was in my boots, but she seemed reasonably safe. She wandered back our way again later, albeit on the other side of the street, and people did keep stopping to stare.
I hope she got back safely.
It then ended with a long soak in the tub, re-reading
coffeeem's splendid Bone Dance. Oh, and Taleisin loaned me the Mirador, so even though I can't afford it yet myself (And I want it in hardcover since I have the first two that way), I can at least get the none-too-minor pleasure of reading on in the series.This morning, alas, a lot of the good feeling died when i discovered one of the finished mugs developed a stress crack in the base. All the way through.
I don't have enough left to replace it. Or rather, I do, if I insist on yet more carving. But I'm already overloaded with things in need of finishing. I've already decided I'm not going to have time to do the bowls and the plates as well, so the whole original notion of "Matched set of four of each" is pretty much put paid to all in one. And I don't have enough unmarked mugs of this particular style left.
It's too late in the term to just make more, or shrug it off.
So, I'm not sure what to do about this. Not at all. At least I suspect Steve will see the efforts involved in getting this far.
Maybe if I make a matched set of three of each?
_______________________________
As far as the stack of CDs being tested goes: Oysterband's From Little Rock to Leipzig will NOT make the cut. There's a single unique song worth saving, Jail Song Two -- the first, off Step Outside, was spelled Gaol Song, go figure -- and a fun cover of I Fought the Law. Most of the other strong material is repeated elsewhere; Too Late Now and New York Girls are straight off Ride, and not sufficiently better or different, and I have three other versions of Oxford Girl. Easily their weakest work.
Leonard Cohen's "Songs of" survives - it was only under question because I recalled it being a very crappy recording quality, and while it's a nudge quiet, it's not as bad as I remembered. I can tentatively say the same of Various Positions, which I like better as an album, for the same reason.
Other survivors so far: Show of Hands - Anglicana; Loituma - In the Moonlight; and Dreams Fly Away, a history of Linda Thompson. The other later Enya did NOT make it either.
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Next time, if I get my tail in gear: Reviews for Goblin War and Bone Dance. Oh, and Shadow Unit to date.
