so much for a plan

all I managed to do yesterday was leave the house, eat the worst pho I’ve ever had in my life Pho Edmonds WHAT HAPPENED have a fight with Paul and watch the Big Sleep

I don’t mind having a fight when it clears the air and I emerge with a better calibration on how to behave but refighting a weekly fight of almost 30 years’ duration is not the fight I want at the moment. I had to name the behaviour, set boundaries and go home and I didn’t particularly want to do any of that and it is never a coincidence that when you’re at your lowest ebb you have to come up with your highest self just to get out of a situation.

Even so, and despite the unethical heinous rain yesterday, I did manage to pick up some flower bread, which Jeff and I quite like (from Pekara up the street) and two Nutella rolls, which I gave to Keith with instructions to eat the first and give the second to Katie immediately upon her arrival home as I had a feeling she had a busy day at work.

I’m suspecting that this whole last week has been a migraine. When I’m actually not doing too badly and I feel thrown into a pit like this … but I guess the big thing is that I spent hours and hours this past week essentially being unable to talk … and barely able to think, such was the background noise.

Anyway, JRRT gave me a pep talk this morning in several parts:

“The most improper job of any man … is bossing other men. Not one in a million is fit for it, and least of all those who seek the opportunity.”

I was unaware of this CS Lewis quote and one of the Seattle contingent on my twitter feed shared this re escapism:

“Hence the uneasiness which they arouse in those who, for whatever reason, wish to keep us wholly imprisoned in the immediate conflict. That perhaps is why people are so ready with the charge of “escape.” I never fully understood it till my friend Professor Tolkien asked me the very simple question, “What class of men would you expect to be most preoccupied with, and hostile to, the idea of escape?” and gave the obvious answer: jailers.”

 

spring migraines

I’m not getting pain but with the allergies I’m getting scintillating scotoma all the time. Boo.

Very nice meal on Saturday with Mike at a Chinese place we hadn’t been to before. (New West Wonton House – which has been in that location 14 years and I’d never even noticed it – driven by it a hunnert times.)

They asked him if he spoke Chinese rather aggressively and he made an apologetic face – a little Cantonese and Toi Shan, mostly food.

The beef with flat noodles was fantastic; the spicy dry green beens even more so, and the wor wonton sucked a mop. Nothing bothered my stomach though, and I had the noodles and green beans for brekky too.

Writing has dropped off a cliff. In fact it’s so bad (plot problems) I want to stop writing completely and find a job; I’ll calm down eventually I suppose.

Pleasant visit from Keith yesterday; he came by so I could pass something along from Mike. Still hoping those two will get together for a games night.

scoobynatural

So one of the things that is happening with media concentration is that you can mix and mash characters together. Such has happened with the ghastly cartoon Scooby Doo and the equally ghastly Supernatural TV show.

I have one comment… am I the only person in the universe who noticed that Jensen Ackles was using his normal speaking range as an animated character, as opposed to the chockfulla gravel voice he uses as Dean? That startled the hell out of me. Because he sounds like he’s sixteen years old, it’s kinda freaky. What’s really freaky is we spn fans hear his normal voice in interviews etc all the time so why it would bug me…

There were a couple of good laughs and even though I was looking I never saw the IRL Mystery Machine that was supposed to be background in the live action shots.

anyway it was average with high marks for fan service

 

love&hate

I love how (especially since Homicide and Buffy the Vampire Slayer) music is more intelligently integrated into contemporary TV, making emotional highs and lows even more so.

I hate how, despite reams of angry shit written about it, teleplay writers keep using stupid, racist, trite words like ‘off the reservation’ and ‘on the warpath’ and ‘warpaint’ and ‘cotton pickin’ mind’ and BLEEEESH just stop it.

Lovely singing and playing at Planet Bachelor yesterday. We worked on “Me and Bill”, Tweetweetwee, and diverse other choons. I’ve actually left Otto there to facilitate singin’ and playin’

I left my phone and the stuff Keith retrieved for me there, oh well I have a key and can get it anytime.

It was also lovely to see and talk to Keith for a while. He is such a cool dude.

interstitium

all I ever wanted

was a brand new organ

something deep inside me

that I couldn’t explain

when I pull it out

and stick it on a slide

it just disappears

there it goes again —

 

I don’t mean to say

that anatomists

are all observationally numb (numb, numb, numb)

but in its absence

was an implied presence

interstitium (um, um, um)

interstitium (um, um, um)

interstitium (um, um, um)

 

 

 

 

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They aren’t in bed, but close enough. Two AMABs who fall in love because they work together, what a surprise.

This novel has ZERO ACTUAL SEXUAL DESCRIPTION in it. There’s hugging, kissing, nudity, references to sex like blowjobs, but nothing descriptive.

I put all the homo sex sequestered behind a thirty dollar paywall, or will when I finally proof it. I think that is a good compromise for people who really don’t want to read that stuff, like my mOm. (“I’ll read it, it’s just not my favourite part!!”)

Anyway as you can see from the numbers I got to the halfway point. I think it’s reasonable to think I’ll have a first draft by the end of June.

A wonderful selection of Futurama stills.

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Man it’s taking forEVer to get those two clowns into bed.  Anyway.

Today is the #Marchforourlives.

The Vancouver march will be from Jack Poole Plaza, where Tammy and I went to the world’s most unsatisfying and expensive Christmas Market (the weather didn’t help) to the US Consulate, starting at 10.

I always want them to start with a group meditation, but instead it’s student speeches and then marching.

I wish I felt like going, but I’m using my strength for FNMI sponsored marches – such as it is, since it was three days before I stopped limping from the last one.

 

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Keith got back okay from Victoria and dragged all the stuff I forgot back. Yay

Writing continues.

My passport arrived – about a month faster than I expected. I have commenced planning my Iceland trip.

quiet day yesterday after the shop

42555 is the wor(l)d count

I’m polishing chapters and writing new stuff at the same time. I often get into that mode, where I’m working on one chapter and rewriting the next.

Just gave someone on twitter shit for naming three of the four actors on a movie that they’re podcasting about and the only person they don’t name is black. BOKEEM WOODBINE IS AN AMAZING ACTOR YALL I’ll watch him in anything.

daycard is the devil – I should have some fun (looks out window FTN) OR I should try to eat enough fibre today.

Poul Anderson’s wife Karen Anderson passed away March 18. Her importance to my life is that she’s the person who first deliberately used the world ‘filk’, which previously had been a typo. She’s also Greg Bear’s mother in law.