Teabringer and I tried a new eatery on Sunday. Mi Ranchito in the new complex on on Kingsland. It was pretty good and within spitting distance, so will join the ranks of 'I've done no shopping let's go out' places.
I have something to read a WUTA tonight. Just a short start of something, but something, and it's plot heavy (or at least plot heavier), in response to a request. Hopefully suitable for older children when I'm done.
This week looks like it will have lots of game. Friday to C'dale (I'm driving this time), and Saturday is the black tie do for SoStL. I have tails and a top hat, it should be a lot of fun. Oh...and we'll need a new Prince (again).
The play? Badly written but well executed. It's at forest park CC this weekend if you're interested. Tickets are cheap and the performers are nice. It's different and quite informative with regard to St louis black culture. I learnt some stuff.
For now, I must away and be with people. The birds have probably had enough of my singing.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Saturday, February 25, 2006
Bead Mania! And other goings on out and about
It was the big Mardi Gras thing today. We tried to get to Soulard in time for the parade, but after spending over a hour trying to get down there, and having started late (due to my oversleeping) we only caught the tail end.
It doesn't usually take that long to get downtown. The Metrolink was packed to the point of intimacy with unknowns...the train driver felt compelled to introduce herself after squeezing past bodies for the second time. Why were there not more trains? Or more carriages on existing trains? Your guess is as good as mine...I'm sure they compensated for the extra traffic last year.
Then again Soulard was far busier than I remember it being. Perhaps some of the New Orleans traffic migrated North. But it took fifteen minutes to squeeze through the bodies in order to cross the road at 9th and Russel. Not my idea of fun, and the visions of what it would turn into combined with the cold had me wanting to go a little earlier than planned. Worth showing up to see the festivities 'though.
It amazes me how people fight and barter for beads; like stepping into another world where currency is utterly changed. It wasn't as prevalent as last year (due, I suspect to the cold), but women take their clothes off for bits of plastic which are obtained, for the most part, by plucking them from the air. Odd.
Yesterday was nice. I went to the Art in Bloom Exhibition at the Art Museum. This happened entirly by accident. I sometime go there just to sit and scribble, but I arrived to a festive atmosphere and joined in the public judging. The more traditional arrangements are on the main floor, and the more creative ones (in my opinion) are on the other two floors. The arrangements are supposed to reflect the piece of art they are with. I was disapppointed that the art I like best (on the top floor and in the weird stuff section) was not reflected in the arrangments I liked best (in the traditional art and other cultures section).
Off to the theatre with Teabringer tonight to try something new “Johnny Taylor is Gone,” by St. Louis playwright Gregory Carr. New play, new playwrite. Supposed to be a political comedy. I'll report back.
It doesn't usually take that long to get downtown. The Metrolink was packed to the point of intimacy with unknowns...the train driver felt compelled to introduce herself after squeezing past bodies for the second time. Why were there not more trains? Or more carriages on existing trains? Your guess is as good as mine...I'm sure they compensated for the extra traffic last year.
Then again Soulard was far busier than I remember it being. Perhaps some of the New Orleans traffic migrated North. But it took fifteen minutes to squeeze through the bodies in order to cross the road at 9th and Russel. Not my idea of fun, and the visions of what it would turn into combined with the cold had me wanting to go a little earlier than planned. Worth showing up to see the festivities 'though.
It amazes me how people fight and barter for beads; like stepping into another world where currency is utterly changed. It wasn't as prevalent as last year (due, I suspect to the cold), but women take their clothes off for bits of plastic which are obtained, for the most part, by plucking them from the air. Odd.
Yesterday was nice. I went to the Art in Bloom Exhibition at the Art Museum. This happened entirly by accident. I sometime go there just to sit and scribble, but I arrived to a festive atmosphere and joined in the public judging. The more traditional arrangements are on the main floor, and the more creative ones (in my opinion) are on the other two floors. The arrangements are supposed to reflect the piece of art they are with. I was disapppointed that the art I like best (on the top floor and in the weird stuff section) was not reflected in the arrangments I liked best (in the traditional art and other cultures section).
Off to the theatre with Teabringer tonight to try something new “Johnny Taylor is Gone,” by St. Louis playwright Gregory Carr. New play, new playwrite. Supposed to be a political comedy. I'll report back.
Friday, February 24, 2006
A Quiet Life
I've had a very pleasant and peaceful couple of days. Finished a book (Steppenwolf, several people will be getting copies as gifts in the near future) and started a new short story. Anarky suggested I put in plots, rather than doing the short shorts, so plot it will be. A can has been selected from the shelf. I still need to send out the short from last week and another agent letter for Black's Magic. I think I need to look at the synopsis again, I've seen so many contradicting pieces of advice I write it differently every time.
Game on Wednesday was...eventful. Quite a lot of drama after a vote of confidence which had been suggested some time ago. A change of staff once more. Flustrating that things are changing so often, the game could use stability just now. Verity is going well, she's gathering information, and she got into a combat I could finally do something about other than declare fair escape.
As for today, I have the usual Friday meeting and then I think I'll go to the Art museum. I'm craving a change of air.
Game on Wednesday was...eventful. Quite a lot of drama after a vote of confidence which had been suggested some time ago. A change of staff once more. Flustrating that things are changing so often, the game could use stability just now. Verity is going well, she's gathering information, and she got into a combat I could finally do something about other than declare fair escape.
As for today, I have the usual Friday meeting and then I think I'll go to the Art museum. I'm craving a change of air.
Wednesday, February 22, 2006
On Writing
It's been an odd few of weeks (months?) writing-wise. I've produced some very empty work. I know it's empty, I've been experimenting with hopelessness. Some of my readers have been disturbed. I was very worried about this: no longer. I've decided it's okay if some people don't like what I write. At least they're having a strong reaction and some of the recent stuff has produced a lot of reaction.
I finished 'A Wraith's Devotion'. Some people still want more of the moment at the end. I think I'm done with it. I'm going to tweak it one last time and send it. Some readers will still be unsatisfied, but it's done. I can't tell you more without making it blatent. Perhaps I still lack the skill to do this well. Maybe I will return to it later.
There have been several interesting discussions about why people write over the last few days. Many people who write are in a great deal of pain. Some are not. There is some disagreement about whether or not this kind of emotional agony is necessary to the creative process. I tend to think not. I also think that many people who write do it either to get something out of thier system, or to escape themselves. I have written for both these reasons; I've also written purely for enjoyment.
My best work is for enjoyment. Catharsis is well and good, but a hard place to write well from.
I finished 'A Wraith's Devotion'. Some people still want more of the moment at the end. I think I'm done with it. I'm going to tweak it one last time and send it. Some readers will still be unsatisfied, but it's done. I can't tell you more without making it blatent. Perhaps I still lack the skill to do this well. Maybe I will return to it later.
There have been several interesting discussions about why people write over the last few days. Many people who write are in a great deal of pain. Some are not. There is some disagreement about whether or not this kind of emotional agony is necessary to the creative process. I tend to think not. I also think that many people who write do it either to get something out of thier system, or to escape themselves. I have written for both these reasons; I've also written purely for enjoyment.
My best work is for enjoyment. Catharsis is well and good, but a hard place to write well from.
Flood!
On Monday night Teabringer came home and said, "There's a weird whooshing noise from next door, I'm going to go take a look."
Next door has been empty for a few weeks now, with much speculation as to why the owner left. But moving on with our tale of heroism. Teabringer took the large torch and ventured over there. Water was pouring into the basement and was about 4" deep. He came back home, "It's flooded."
"Call the water company, or the fire brigade, or the police" says I, having less of a neighbourly spirit than my husband.
He called the water company. They say call a plumber, it's private property and nothing to do with them. I'm poised to call U City and have them deal with it when Teabringer asks "How do you turn the water off?" (Plumbing is usually my department).
I explained about the stop cocks and where to find them and he goes out of the back door. I put my boots and coat on and went with him.
Investigating further it looked like pipes had burst after the cold snap, water was pouring over the electrics. Turned out the basement door was open, so after a little debate Teabringer went in. He got all the water turned off, but the basement was still flooded. I'm waiting to see someone going into or out of the house so I can tell them what went on. And ask them to turn the gas off.
I think that house may turn into a problem.
Next door has been empty for a few weeks now, with much speculation as to why the owner left. But moving on with our tale of heroism. Teabringer took the large torch and ventured over there. Water was pouring into the basement and was about 4" deep. He came back home, "It's flooded."
"Call the water company, or the fire brigade, or the police" says I, having less of a neighbourly spirit than my husband.
He called the water company. They say call a plumber, it's private property and nothing to do with them. I'm poised to call U City and have them deal with it when Teabringer asks "How do you turn the water off?" (Plumbing is usually my department).
I explained about the stop cocks and where to find them and he goes out of the back door. I put my boots and coat on and went with him.
Investigating further it looked like pipes had burst after the cold snap, water was pouring over the electrics. Turned out the basement door was open, so after a little debate Teabringer went in. He got all the water turned off, but the basement was still flooded. I'm waiting to see someone going into or out of the house so I can tell them what went on. And ask them to turn the gas off.
I think that house may turn into a problem.
Monday, February 20, 2006
Harmony
I confess I'm a little disturbed. I went to chior practise yesterday and things were not good. They have a concert in three rehersal's time and they are not ready. I mean no where near. We only have three men total (all applications welcome) and some of the women seem to be struggling. I seem to be the only person attending who speaks Welsh (and as many of you will know I'm hardly fluent). We can only hope things inprove vastly in the next few weeks. They're lovely people, but I'm not convinced they're up to performance.
The Mage game, however, looks fantastic. I'm going to spend some time putting together a PC based on Dylan from The Magic Roundabout. No one here has seen the show, so perhaps they will be sufficiently disturbed.
In other news, the group on Friday was much less confrontational than it had been the previous week. I finished a short story and it seemed to go down well. I have some thoughts for another based in ideas I've seen in Steppenwolfe. Perhaps it will be done by tomorrow.
I still have lots of things to submit and belated birthday gifts to send to the Godchildren. A big posting week, methinks.
The Mage game, however, looks fantastic. I'm going to spend some time putting together a PC based on Dylan from The Magic Roundabout. No one here has seen the show, so perhaps they will be sufficiently disturbed.
In other news, the group on Friday was much less confrontational than it had been the previous week. I finished a short story and it seemed to go down well. I have some thoughts for another based in ideas I've seen in Steppenwolfe. Perhaps it will be done by tomorrow.
I still have lots of things to submit and belated birthday gifts to send to the Godchildren. A big posting week, methinks.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Pastimes and Printers
Last night I went to see Good Night, And Good Luck. It was an okay film. It could have been a great film. I came out thinking 'I didn't like that' but on mulling it over, it was just okay. It was fragmented. It had too many charaters. It didn't approach the interesting subject matter as comprehensivly as it should have done in such a large space of time. Bah. But at least I didn't go to sleep.
On a more positive note Teabringer and I got a new printer yesterday. The old one had finally croaked after five years of loyal service, and given that the error message was 'mechanical error, replacement part required, see dealer for deatils', I thought I might stop prolonging the agony.
So we now have a new laser printer. The printer costs less than cartridges at the moment, as the printer is on offer (the cartrages weren't too unbearable, but anyway). We got the printer and a cartridge only to discover that there was a cartridge in it already. That means it's cheaper to buy a new printer each time than get replacement ink. Anyone else feel the world has gone mad?
I also went to C'dale on Friday night to play the new PC. I had lots of fun and she should be great to play. You will hear more of her as time goes on; her name is Verity and she came in with a PC sire. It was mostly the PC sire that made her so much fun to play. Thanks Vendrick.
I'm off to try a new game of Mage tonight, should be a great deal of fun.
On a more positive note Teabringer and I got a new printer yesterday. The old one had finally croaked after five years of loyal service, and given that the error message was 'mechanical error, replacement part required, see dealer for deatils', I thought I might stop prolonging the agony.
So we now have a new laser printer. The printer costs less than cartridges at the moment, as the printer is on offer (the cartrages weren't too unbearable, but anyway). We got the printer and a cartridge only to discover that there was a cartridge in it already. That means it's cheaper to buy a new printer each time than get replacement ink. Anyone else feel the world has gone mad?
I also went to C'dale on Friday night to play the new PC. I had lots of fun and she should be great to play. You will hear more of her as time goes on; her name is Verity and she came in with a PC sire. It was mostly the PC sire that made her so much fun to play. Thanks Vendrick.
I'm off to try a new game of Mage tonight, should be a great deal of fun.
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Where I am From
I am from Marmalade,
from Scones and Cream
I am from the old stone house
(Dusty, haunted
heat fought with snow in the chimney)
I am from the meadow
the tall grasses
gone to seed
and to hayfever
I’m from baking and bad jokes
from Robert and Rose
I’m from the dress for dinner and the
demon drink
From fairies at the bottom of the garden
and Ginny in the stream
I’m from Myths and Legends,
I’m from rolling hills and witchcraft,
sandwiches and cake,
From the tales my Grandmother told
no one knowing where real stopped,
the house my mother bought
in secret, with no one knowing at all.
From the writing desk filled with paper
pictures and photographs
letters in diaries
stories mixed with life
I am from grow up too fast
but always believe in magic
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Iguanas
Last night, at WUTA, we laughed. I mean really laughed. It felt great. It's a long time since I was in such a large and joyful group. This largely came down to Translyvanian Dutch's poems about Iguanas. I should explain about Iguanas. Just before Christmas the B&N asked us to stop reading the more adult scenes and the individual swear words. There were many people in the group who objected on the grounds of free speech and for the most part they were the people creating the problems (of course). Anyway, after some to-ing and fro-ing, in the end it was decided that scenes could be printed and silently read, and individual words could be substituted for 'Iguana'. Transylvanian Dutch's poems were about real Iguanas and were good, but nonetheless it cause child-like glee amoungst enough of us to have some genuine mirth.
I didn't read last night. I have been on a marketing bent, but if I'm honest this is because I got an edit back for The Wonderful Editing Lady of a short story I had been happy with. Very happy, in fact. So happy I'd sent it out already. There was more red than type. I read the comments and they were mostly subjective, but still, I felt like the rug had been pulled from under my feet.
I will bounce back, but for now I'm slightly purturbed.
I didn't read last night. I have been on a marketing bent, but if I'm honest this is because I got an edit back for The Wonderful Editing Lady of a short story I had been happy with. Very happy, in fact. So happy I'd sent it out already. There was more red than type. I read the comments and they were mostly subjective, but still, I felt like the rug had been pulled from under my feet.
I will bounce back, but for now I'm slightly purturbed.
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Valentine's Day
It gets me, every year. We put ourselves and one another through this agony all in the name of love. The day seems to have little to do with St Valentine, rather it is either in celebration of the Goddess Juno, or it is the day when the birds pair for the spring (not all birds do this, many mate for life).
It is also a traditional day for sending love letters and cards. One positive aspect of all the commercialism is that people use today as a day to keep in touch. This is what the day should really be; not soul searching wondering when (or if) your true love will come, not buying emergency gas station flowers, not hating yourself for not having anyone.
So go, write a few letters, you'll be amazed at the response you get.
It is also a traditional day for sending love letters and cards. One positive aspect of all the commercialism is that people use today as a day to keep in touch. This is what the day should really be; not soul searching wondering when (or if) your true love will come, not buying emergency gas station flowers, not hating yourself for not having anyone.
So go, write a few letters, you'll be amazed at the response you get.
Monday, February 13, 2006
Weekend
I had a nice weekend. Very nice actually. Teabringer and I went to the cheese and wine shop in Clayton and discovered they were having a wine tasting. This was great, especially as we had thoughts about going to the wine festival, but it was out in Westport and I would have to drive and still pay the entry fee. We got nice things to have a great dinner with.
This is possibly the only place where I can confess to reading four Star Trek novels consecutively and say I enjoyed them. To those who offered me more Peter David I say aye...but I should probably wait a couple of weeks so as to not overdose. I'm also still reading 'How to Wear High Heels', a book of glorious tips on being a modern woman which makes me laugh on a fairly regular basis. And 'The Art of Deception'. One response to me telling this final book to a freind was, "You're reading that? You're the last person who needs to read a book like that. We're all doomed." Probably not all in all, but it is interesting social engineering and I have written a short story using some of the theory.
I watched Sleepy Hollow last night. I was fantastially pleased by it. The plot was unpredicatble, not totally unpredicatible, but I couldn't tell you how the end would come about within half an hour of the film starting. Thank you for recommending it. You know who you are. And yes, I'm still worried about you.
I have lots to do this week, but it's sunny and cold and I am happy to be where I am. The world is a kind place.
This is possibly the only place where I can confess to reading four Star Trek novels consecutively and say I enjoyed them. To those who offered me more Peter David I say aye...but I should probably wait a couple of weeks so as to not overdose. I'm also still reading 'How to Wear High Heels', a book of glorious tips on being a modern woman which makes me laugh on a fairly regular basis. And 'The Art of Deception'. One response to me telling this final book to a freind was, "You're reading that? You're the last person who needs to read a book like that. We're all doomed." Probably not all in all, but it is interesting social engineering and I have written a short story using some of the theory.
I watched Sleepy Hollow last night. I was fantastially pleased by it. The plot was unpredicatble, not totally unpredicatible, but I couldn't tell you how the end would come about within half an hour of the film starting. Thank you for recommending it. You know who you are. And yes, I'm still worried about you.
I have lots to do this week, but it's sunny and cold and I am happy to be where I am. The world is a kind place.
Saturday, February 11, 2006
Interesting Bioethics
Teabringer and I had an interesting conversation last night. He told me his lab was sending some vaccine to Iran for human testing. Teabringer and the lab work on Leishmaniasis. This is a horrible third world disease. It is also very difficult to test the possible vaccines on humans, for obvious ethical reasons. However, Iran has already instigated a vaccination policy in its population; it injects a small amount of the weak parasite into the back or the arm of the person they are vaccinating (this is how quite a few vaccines work). This leaves a lesion, but the person becomes immune. A small amount contract the disease more seroiusly and die, but the government there is seeing this as the lesser of two evils.
On the bright side, this means that the vaccines which have been developed can be tested on those who were going to be vaccinated with the disease. If they work then the subjects will not get the lesions (and none of them will die as a possible side effect) and if it fails then no one is worse off. An interesting loophole, no?
On the bright side, this means that the vaccines which have been developed can be tested on those who were going to be vaccinated with the disease. If they work then the subjects will not get the lesions (and none of them will die as a possible side effect) and if it fails then no one is worse off. An interesting loophole, no?
Friday, February 10, 2006
Submissions
The submission process is going quite well. This week I've sent out three jornalism pieces and six fiction pieces (Although three of these were re-submits). I am keeping to my own deadlines. I am, however, coming to the conclusion that I'm less keen on journalism. It's nice to get out and see people, but as with the short stories, the marketing is a nightmare. I need to improve my marketing skills, that much is certain, but I don't think I'll ever enjoy doing it. Maybe its time to go back to that agent hunt and the novels.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Game
The Shadows of St Louis game was interesting last night. It didn't go in any of the anticipated directions. I'll need to generate a new PC, as there is no way Sophia is staying in St Louis after what happened. I'll back up a little.
The Prince spent more time with the werewolves, and whlie he (along with many of his court) were away doing the werewolf thing the rest of us were attacked by Sabbat. Panic ensued. The Prince renounced his seat and supported the Lasombra in Praxis. Sophia opposed (of course) but that whole boon thing came back to bite me. Anyway, Sophia ran rather than dying. I have a few thoughts on what to do next. They mostly involve generating a new PC, but I'll play Sophia until she gets killed, even if I have to do this from another domain. the plan broke. I need a new plan.
The Prince spent more time with the werewolves, and whlie he (along with many of his court) were away doing the werewolf thing the rest of us were attacked by Sabbat. Panic ensued. The Prince renounced his seat and supported the Lasombra in Praxis. Sophia opposed (of course) but that whole boon thing came back to bite me. Anyway, Sophia ran rather than dying. I have a few thoughts on what to do next. They mostly involve generating a new PC, but I'll play Sophia until she gets killed, even if I have to do this from another domain. the plan broke. I need a new plan.
Wednesday, February 08, 2006
My Amazing Little Sister
This news has to be shared. My Amazing Little Sister just called and told me that she has won a grant from the county. I'm fantastically impressed, she's 16 and was put forward by the conductor of the town band. She didn't even know that she had been nomiated. I'm so proud of her. She's getting money for making music. Dreams come true.
Snow and Stories
WUTA was a lot of fun last night. We had a good variety of stuff and some useful comments. I came away feeling competant, if a little worried. I wrote a short story in my usual vein, but it was actually a short story which could possibly be a progeny selection for Sophia in Shadows of St Louis. They liked it. A lot. They think I should publish rather than just putting it up here. This was the good thing. The less good thing was that there was concern about the reason I write stories about miserable women at dinner. The answer is, I don't really know. These are the stories which speak to me, I find them very easy to write and they seem to be the ones that are popular with editors. I'm sorry if I disturb you. I am a happy person, honestly.
It's snowing quite heavily today. This makes me happy. I feel more at home in the snow, the world is closer and it feels like there is less sky. It also means the city is at that wonderful temperature which seems to suit me so well.
I need to correct Weakness, Black Dust, Searching for a Soul Mate and the story from last night (it needs a better title, I'm still considering Prodigy) , and send them out. I have a stack of things to find homes for. This is the problem with writing very short fiction, I have more marketing to do. I dislike marketing. I also have to send out the jornalism stuff, I know...it should be done now, but I keep picking up the lists and getting scared.
I will have lunch with Anarkey today. That always cheers me. I also have game tonight, I usually look forward to this, but I confess I have some apprehension going into the game. We will see, it might be a good night.
I have had two lovely things happen to me in the last twelve hours. Transylvanian Dutch lent me what may well be his entire Peter David collection, after I mentioned how much I enjoyed Sir Aprops of Nothing. Including the comics (he knows me so well). And the Poetry Doctor call me just as I was making my tea this morning to read me the poem he had written after a challange last night. Thanks guys; you make me smile.
It's snowing quite heavily today. This makes me happy. I feel more at home in the snow, the world is closer and it feels like there is less sky. It also means the city is at that wonderful temperature which seems to suit me so well.
I need to correct Weakness, Black Dust, Searching for a Soul Mate and the story from last night (it needs a better title, I'm still considering Prodigy) , and send them out. I have a stack of things to find homes for. This is the problem with writing very short fiction, I have more marketing to do. I dislike marketing. I also have to send out the jornalism stuff, I know...it should be done now, but I keep picking up the lists and getting scared.
I will have lunch with Anarkey today. That always cheers me. I also have game tonight, I usually look forward to this, but I confess I have some apprehension going into the game. We will see, it might be a good night.
I have had two lovely things happen to me in the last twelve hours. Transylvanian Dutch lent me what may well be his entire Peter David collection, after I mentioned how much I enjoyed Sir Aprops of Nothing. Including the comics (he knows me so well). And the Poetry Doctor call me just as I was making my tea this morning to read me the poem he had written after a challange last night. Thanks guys; you make me smile.
Tuesday, February 07, 2006
Clubbing in America
Last night was to be my fist clubbing experience. We were supposed to be going to Club Europe downtown for thier Goth night. It was a birthday party. We got dressed up, we showed up, and we found thirty or so people milling about outside looking (as the homeless guy put it later), like devil worshippers. We sat in the car and waited for someone to open the door. And we waited, and waited...
Fourty minutes (yes, I know, my patience had worn out) later all the people outside the club decide to go to Rue 13 (friends in adversity etc.). It's an interesting place, the decor is loud and they have a fantastic sushi bar. Also a few pool tables at the back. I find I'm less good at the sitting drinking and listening to loud music thing than I was, so distractions are important to me. They also had a girl doing acrobatics. She was quite good at winding herself around various suspended devices. The drinks were two for one as well.
But I still haven't been clubbing in America. And I wore my dancing shoes too.
Fourty minutes (yes, I know, my patience had worn out) later all the people outside the club decide to go to Rue 13 (friends in adversity etc.). It's an interesting place, the decor is loud and they have a fantastic sushi bar. Also a few pool tables at the back. I find I'm less good at the sitting drinking and listening to loud music thing than I was, so distractions are important to me. They also had a girl doing acrobatics. She was quite good at winding herself around various suspended devices. The drinks were two for one as well.
But I still haven't been clubbing in America. And I wore my dancing shoes too.
Monday, February 06, 2006
The Musical Baton
This is going to look horribly like confession time. I fear I could loose friends over my odd music collection, but here goes:
Total volume of music in my iPod...well none. I have no ipod, and if I had one I don't think I'd use it much. This is not because I don't listen to music, but because I sing all the time, I mean constantly, and if I'm listening to music it changes the soundtrack in my head. Sound mad? We've hardly started. However I have 1650 clips stored in realplayer for when the mood takes me. Close enough, I hope.
My lastest purchases:
Teabringer got comedy in the form of Stuart McLean, who we found on BBC 7 ...not really music 'though, right?
After a conversation of two with Precious Sublime I intend to get some Teaparty...but I haven't got that yet.
The last CD I paid money for was the soundtrack to Bridget Jones' Diary.
The last CD I was given was Kim Massie (but that was for the review thingy, so I don't know that it counts). Norah Jones was given to me by Big Little Brother before that.
Not doing so well, huh?
Song I'm listening to at the moment. 'She's Like the Wind' from Dirty Dancing (I don't just have film soundtracks...honest!)
Five tracks I listen to a lot or mean a lot to me:
Handel's Water Music (I know this is cheating)
Dance With My Father
Holding Out for a Hero
Come Away With Me
and, just recently, Bed by Semisonic
Five People to whom I'm passing the baton. No one knows I'm here yet, but on the offchance:
Six Foot Hobbit
Chocolate Muffin
Precious Sublime
Creative Slacker
Transylvanian Dutch
Am I done?
Total volume of music in my iPod...well none. I have no ipod, and if I had one I don't think I'd use it much. This is not because I don't listen to music, but because I sing all the time, I mean constantly, and if I'm listening to music it changes the soundtrack in my head. Sound mad? We've hardly started. However I have 1650 clips stored in realplayer for when the mood takes me. Close enough, I hope.
My lastest purchases:
Teabringer got comedy in the form of Stuart McLean, who we found on BBC 7 ...not really music 'though, right?
After a conversation of two with Precious Sublime I intend to get some Teaparty...but I haven't got that yet.
The last CD I paid money for was the soundtrack to Bridget Jones' Diary.
The last CD I was given was Kim Massie (but that was for the review thingy, so I don't know that it counts). Norah Jones was given to me by Big Little Brother before that.
Not doing so well, huh?
Song I'm listening to at the moment. 'She's Like the Wind' from Dirty Dancing (I don't just have film soundtracks...honest!)
Five tracks I listen to a lot or mean a lot to me:
Handel's Water Music (I know this is cheating)
Dance With My Father
Holding Out for a Hero
Come Away With Me
and, just recently, Bed by Semisonic
Five People to whom I'm passing the baton. No one knows I'm here yet, but on the offchance:
Six Foot Hobbit
Chocolate Muffin
Precious Sublime
Creative Slacker
Transylvanian Dutch
Am I done?
A New Beginning
I have finally given up on Bookwoman she was clearly never meant to be. So I am found anew. This is primarily because I have had much to talk about over the past two weeks and nowhere to post. Perhaps this is as well.
For general news, I have had two rejections in the last couple of weeks, but have started a jornalism venture which is turning out to be much more fun than I originally thought. I have been remiss in writing and calling several people, despite new year's resolutions, and am planning to do something about this. Although I did have a great chat with Six Foot Hobbit this morning, who wisely recommended my switch to a Blog which will talk to me.
I also finished reading the most recent trade of Lucifer. Am I alone in thinking that the author got confused somewhere in his own plot arch?
Game on Saturday wasn't as good as it has been, but I'm hoping it will pick up again soon.
England beat Wales in the Rugby. Slightly depressing. Apparently super bowl happened today. In my defense; I was at chior practise.
I seem to only be able to write vingettes about unhappy women. I don't know why this is, but according to some of the kind people at WUTA I have something of a flair for this. Perhaps it is, then, worth pursuing. And to the end of pursuading myself that I'm not wasting time I got out the film 'things you can tell just by looking at her', to investigate how others achive my own ends.
I know that Anarkey has a task for me. I will complete it in the morning. It is for you that I finally got to this. A batton has been passed and I will not be the one to drop it.
I like this blog more than the old one already.
For general news, I have had two rejections in the last couple of weeks, but have started a jornalism venture which is turning out to be much more fun than I originally thought. I have been remiss in writing and calling several people, despite new year's resolutions, and am planning to do something about this. Although I did have a great chat with Six Foot Hobbit this morning, who wisely recommended my switch to a Blog which will talk to me.
I also finished reading the most recent trade of Lucifer. Am I alone in thinking that the author got confused somewhere in his own plot arch?
Game on Saturday wasn't as good as it has been, but I'm hoping it will pick up again soon.
England beat Wales in the Rugby. Slightly depressing. Apparently super bowl happened today. In my defense; I was at chior practise.
I seem to only be able to write vingettes about unhappy women. I don't know why this is, but according to some of the kind people at WUTA I have something of a flair for this. Perhaps it is, then, worth pursuing. And to the end of pursuading myself that I'm not wasting time I got out the film 'things you can tell just by looking at her', to investigate how others achive my own ends.
I know that Anarkey has a task for me. I will complete it in the morning. It is for you that I finally got to this. A batton has been passed and I will not be the one to drop it.
I like this blog more than the old one already.
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