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July 2, 2006 Progress Notes:
Apres Moi, le Deluge
Words today: 3000.
Words total: 5400.
Reason for stopping: I need to figure out precisely how this murder worked. And I want my dinner.
Tea: Last of the House of Tea Christmas Blend.
Munchies: Bread, havarti with herbs, plums.
Exercise: None. I am Slug.
Mail: Poetry acceptance (!).
Other Writing-Related Work: Slush, going to try to revise Kimberley Ann tonight.
Darling du Jour: Nothing in particular here.
Tyop du Jour: Stross had downloaded a copy of himself into a temporary clown...
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Teasing of my elders/betters, eco-gothery, mayhem, the confusion of civvies, poking at SFWA some.
Books in progress: Tobias S. Buckell, Crystal Rain; Iain M. Banks, The Algebraist
The glamour: Being told that the course I was supposed to start on Tuesday, well, they can't waive the prerequisite for me after all, which started the afternoon-long hunt for a new course to take on Tuesday.
Then I did laundry. And then I folded laundry.
Finally, finally logged my first acceptance of the year: fairytale poem "Coffee Date" will be appearing in Cabinet des Fees in August.
Take that, dry spell.
Didn't do much for Canada Day this year: mostly stayed home and puttered around the house, and then went out to see Superman Returns with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dolphin__girl, Chris, Kelly, and Ariella (?). Kel talked a lot about pee and the hydromechanics thereof. The movie itself was okay, not great. I'm not a Superman girl to start with, and there was a little too much self-referential nerdity for me (I am a fan of nerdity, but not the kind where it's all nudge nudge, wink wink, look audience, we're in on the joke too! Aren't we all a big included cabal of in-joke? Hee hee, we know the same pop culture references!).
I think Bryan Singer really, really wants to be Richard Donner's boyfriend.
Also, I am tired of movie heroines with exposed thighs and puffy botox lips and big brown Frightened Yet Plucky eyes. They may stop being plucky any second now and give me back the sarcastic, capable, Margot-Kidder style reporters. All of the major actors looked too young to drink, never mind be parents with jobs and ex-boyfriends and such. Maybe I am shallow, but this dented my suspension of disbelief sharply.
I was pleased, however, at the presence of a Yogen Fruz at the theatre concession stand. Mmm blueberry mango frozen yogourt.
However, I really really want to see A Scanner Darkly sometime this week. Takers?
Apres Moi, le Deluge
Words today: 3000.
Words total: 5400.
Reason for stopping: I need to figure out precisely how this murder worked. And I want my dinner.
Tea: Last of the House of Tea Christmas Blend.
Munchies: Bread, havarti with herbs, plums.
Exercise: None. I am Slug.
Mail: Poetry acceptance (!).
Other Writing-Related Work: Slush, going to try to revise Kimberley Ann tonight.
Darling du Jour: Nothing in particular here.
Tyop du Jour: Stross had downloaded a copy of himself into a temporary clown...
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A
Mean Things: Teasing of my elders/betters, eco-gothery, mayhem, the confusion of civvies, poking at SFWA some.
Books in progress: Tobias S. Buckell, Crystal Rain; Iain M. Banks, The Algebraist
The glamour: Being told that the course I was supposed to start on Tuesday, well, they can't waive the prerequisite for me after all, which started the afternoon-long hunt for a new course to take on Tuesday.
Then I did laundry. And then I folded laundry.
Finally, finally logged my first acceptance of the year: fairytale poem "Coffee Date" will be appearing in Cabinet des Fees in August.
Take that, dry spell.
Didn't do much for Canada Day this year: mostly stayed home and puttered around the house, and then went out to see Superman Returns with
dolphin__girl, Chris, Kelly, and Ariella (?). Kel talked a lot about pee and the hydromechanics thereof. The movie itself was okay, not great. I'm not a Superman girl to start with, and there was a little too much self-referential nerdity for me (I am a fan of nerdity, but not the kind where it's all nudge nudge, wink wink, look audience, we're in on the joke too! Aren't we all a big included cabal of in-joke? Hee hee, we know the same pop culture references!).I think Bryan Singer really, really wants to be Richard Donner's boyfriend.
Also, I am tired of movie heroines with exposed thighs and puffy botox lips and big brown Frightened Yet Plucky eyes. They may stop being plucky any second now and give me back the sarcastic, capable, Margot-Kidder style reporters. All of the major actors looked too young to drink, never mind be parents with jobs and ex-boyfriends and such. Maybe I am shallow, but this dented my suspension of disbelief sharply.
I was pleased, however, at the presence of a Yogen Fruz at the theatre concession stand. Mmm blueberry mango frozen yogourt.
However, I really really want to see A Scanner Darkly sometime this week. Takers?
