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March 2nd, 2008

sf star trek horta/spock

In the midst of roller derby, we are in boyfriend.

Progress notes for 2 March 2008


New words last night: 1292
New  words this morning: 533
Total Words: 6102
Deadline: April 15
Mammalian assistance: After being pestilential before breakfast, the cat has settled in to her usual "Mom is writing" position alongside my right hip.
Reason for stopping: end of scene, need to get ready for company. There will be another sitting tonight, I hope. Writing tomorrow should be interesting, as I've got a lunch date in Northampton and then I'm going to see Lunasa at the Iron Horse with mcurry and arcaedia. But I think I can eke out a couple of laptop hours in a Starbucks during the afternoon.

Darling du jour: "There will be a great deal of work for necromancers."
Tyop du jour: creaking, slicking armor, sipping between rows
Phrases I spent fifteen minutes trying to work out a way to avoid: "took her breath away"
Jury-rigging: had to go back and insert some futuretech! (indistinguishable from magic!) Also, I have the total surveillance problem. Which will require some fun workarounds.
There's always one more quirk in the character:  In which Benedick is laconic!

Other writing-related work: Final revisions on "Knock on Coffins" and the first hundred pages of the All the Windwracked Stars CEM.
Books in progress: I am reading the new Cook's Illustrated, and have two months of SciAm and SciAm Mind to get through.
Exercise: none
Miles to Lothlorien: 262.2
Guitar practice: evynrude is coming over, and there will be gitar
Mail: nomail
Things Chaz/Hafidha ate, contemplated eating, or threatened to eat:

Today's words Word don't know:  eateth, dieth, breaketh
Words I'm Surprised Word Do Know:
Sustenance: seltzer, gunpowder tea with ginger
Mean Things: Girlfriend angst, scalp wounds
The Internet is Full of Things: Happy Birthday, Dr. Seuss. A local boy.
spies mfu facepalm napoleon

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Dear Bear:

You really do not need to use three prepositions where one will do.

slumped over forward across the panel


criminal minds reid eat

if you are what you eat, i appear to be made mostly of meat

Is there such a thing as protein narcosis?

Today, evynrude and I went to see the polymerized people exhibit in Hartford, which was very interesting. (Most fascinating--the dude with all his layers of muscle dissected, so that he looked something like a lionfish.) Then, we came back here to play guitar, and in a fit of irony, decided to attend the churrascaria in Hartford for dinner.

Oh. My. God. Usual procedure (not that I attend the Meatstravanganza often) is to walk the mile or so over there, eat, and walk home. On the way home, however, we were both giddy to the point of hysteria. After a certain point, just the word "meat" becomes funny. Especially because, after the thirteenth or fourteenth kind of meat, you begin pronouncing it portentously.

Anyway. Meat-related hysterics have subsided, and now I need to go do some HTML so you all can have a story on Shadow Unit before I go to bed.

And it will be at least a week, i suspect, before I am ready to again look at meat.
spies mfu ispy he died _ hawleygriffen

all that brainpower bent on whatshalliwhatshalliwhatshalliwhatshalliwhatshalli

Episode 1x02 of Shadow Unit, entitled "Knock on Coffins," is live. Along with some other goodies.

Including the theme music. (Though you'll have to wait a while yet for the opening titles.)