Thud: Short Story

August 2, 2006 Progress Notes:

The Earthly Ascension of Ducky Cheung

Words today: 1000.
Words total: 5750.
Reason for stopping: Oof bedtime.
Tea: Just water again today.
Munchies: Pasta with bolognese sauce. And a peanut butter sandwich just now.
Exercise: Nada.
Mail: Ikea catalogue, which made a nice satisfying clunk coming through the slot.
Other Writing-Related Work: Nothing really.
Darling du Jour: "Whadda you know about it?" he says, draws back, all London tough again, fifteen years old again 'cause you never get over the shit people call you when you're fifteen years old.
Tyop du Jour: N/A
Words MS Word Doesn't Know: N/A.
Mean Things: Underwear shopping, spying, mutiny, embarrassment, getting drunk with someone who knows you've never been drunk.
Books in progress: Tobias S. Buckell, Crystal Rain; Iain M. Banks, The Algebraist; James Watson, The Double Helix
The glamour: I spent most of my waking hours today cleaning my kitchen, and yet? yet? the kitchen, it is still messy.
Things I'm glad I didn't go to my grave without: pnh at Making Light:

"Also, note how this kind of nitpicking has completely displaced any discussion of what's been doing, and what's being done, to the Dobrich family.

We'll all go down, and die, to the tune of wiseass intellectual fanboys explaining how we weren't precisely right on point 2(a)(1)(b)."

I offer the comments here and here as a followup, without comment.

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I got most of what I actually wanted to talk about out of the way already today, so here's pigeons:



Prometheus and Jim, aged 16 days, are much less yellow and now grey. They're also three times the size or more they used to be (it's hard to tell in the picture -- there's not much for comparison). They squeaked like hell through the whole thunderstorm tonight, huddled against the side of the balcony, and I felt really bad, but...they must be big pigeons and get used to these things. I'm just the landlady, not the mommy.

Revel in the cute. :)