Thud: Saturnalia

[leahbobet]

August 5, 2008 Progress Notes:

Saturnalia

Words today: 500.
Words total: 2500.
Reason for stopping: Good stopping point. And it's going back in the pot.
Munchies: Ice cream with chocolate sauce. My day was not optimal and I felt the need to address that.

Darling du Jour: "She's not dead," Gregory insisted, already in the kitchen and rummaging through the stack of scabbed-up pots for one cleaner than their piss-pot. Hard going, that.

Things Yet to Cough Up Their Names: The Not!Meth (Black Beast), Gregory's last name, Miss Shirley Sue MacGuffin, Zeke's guitar (Belinda).
Mean Things: Zeke critiques, cattily, Gregory's callus maintenance. I thought this hilarious. But it's probably mean if you're Gregory.
Research Roundup: what blood burning smells like; guitar callus care.
Books in progress: Jeffrey Ford, The Memoranda.
The glamour: Job interview, garden fussing, more job applying, and I need to start bread before bed.

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Wherein we Suffer For Our Art:

cristalia (10:28:31 PM): Do we have occasion to know what blood smells like burning?
stillsostrange (10:28:50 PM): sure
stillsostrange (10:29:38 PM): Not that I can access the brain
stillsostrange (10:30:16 PM): gah
stillsostrange (10:30:18 PM): made of stupid
cristalia (10:30:28 PM): (apparently there are a great many songs called Burning Blood.)
cristalia (10:30:32 PM): (and a WoW item.)
cristalia (10:30:35 PM): (thank you, google.)
stillsostrange (10:30:37 PM): heee
stillsostrange (10:30:46 PM): Ever cooked hamburger?
cristalia (10:31:12 PM): yup.
stillsostrange (10:31:19 PM): I've accidentally coagulated blood in the microwave, but that's probably not the same
cristalia (10:31:36 PM): (also, a Hellsing fanfic.)
cristalia (10:31:50 PM): (and about fifteen urology forums)
cristalia (10:32:00 PM): (I fear; I can go no further.)

As always, I'll probably just stick myself somewhere non-lethal and set it on fire to see. :p

Comments

[ex-fandrogy.livejournal.com]

It just smells like a burnt liver, I imagine. Pick up some giblets and let fry. Plus, burnt with what? Fire? Chemicals? Are we talking a quart of scorched-on-the-bottom blood, or blood that is literally on fire the way napalm is on fire? Because I imagine that cooked blood and blood that has been lit aflame smell different.

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

Specifically it's blood being dripped on some very hot metal machinery. Scorch! Oh no! Smell I can't describe!

[ex-fandrogy.livejournal.com]

Nonsense. Of course you can describe it. But the trouble is that it's not a smell, it's a taste. It's probably more akin to what happens when you open a container of well-thawed steak near a barbecue. You taste that in the air, almost, before you smell it. There's also the machine oil smell, I imagine. Iron, in either case.

[jmeadows.livejournal.com]

Oooh, tell me when you get it? ;)

[leahbobet.livejournal.com]

I shall. *g*

[melinda-goodin.livejournal.com]

I'd like to know what burnt blood smells like too - seeing as I'm currently burning down a city (with a few people inside it.) (erm, in a book, that is. Don't send the arson squad to get me, please.)