August 28, 2009 Progress Notes:SaturnaliaWords today:
12,000.Reason for stopping:
It's like going through the trackless marshes tonight. But quota, and above quota, and I can ethically bail.Darling du Jour:
Zeke had never tried to figure out how Gregory did what he did to women; he'd tried to explain it once, rambling and drunk one late, late winter night, sacked out on the floor with both of them passing around a bottle of gin under diffuse gibbous moonlight. He'd never been able to get past vague handshapes and metaphors – no, really, a woman's like a bass. It's all about knowing how it's tuned.
But once he got them to look at him, really look, it was usually time to start checking for socks on the doorknob.Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names:
The band name Zeke and Gregory have been gigging under; the somewhat tragic singer of Gregory's old band; the name of Gregory's old band, for that matter; some song titles penned by Zeke.Mean Things:
The inappropriate jealousy of grown adults is probably the worst kind. Because they know they're too old for it, and they know it's not okay. Also: a Gothic Premonition of Evil (tm), which may also be not okay, but screw it, it's a Gothic.Research Roundup:
The article on Saturnalia again, to refresh some things; the Penates; daylight savings time; a reference photo or two; batons and truncheons.Books in progress:
Daniel Rabuzzi, The Choir Boats
; Catherine Bush, Minus Time
Harrying of the head cold continues. Wonton soup and pork buns have been deployed, and snot has retreated to the caves of Afghanistan for what will hopefully be a short mop-up campaign.
Got a horrific hankering to get the Stitch in Time EP this afternoon. This ended up meaning that stillnotbored
got it for me -- since Amazon mp3s can't be sold outside the continental US -- and sent the files over AIM while I Paypalled her the pertinent cash. It was a half hour operation. And they wonder why people pirate.
This is not the song I bought it for. But it's perhaps one of the more brutal So, it appears I completely fucked it up
songs I've ever heard in my life. Not on the first listen. It was only when I could decipher the answering machine messages in the bridge.
It is now tucked in my book soundtrack, another card in the deck.
I have the terrible urge to apologize to my characters for that. :p