July 30th, 2003

bear by san

Las Vegas bad. Quebecois folk-music good.

Gee, I wonder if the reason I was feeling as if I had been run over by a truck was that my entire fluid consumption for the day was a cup of coffee and a bottle of ale.

44 ounces of home-made limeade later, I feel much better.

If you don't live in the desert, you don't realize that thirst can be debilitating even if you're not actually feeling thirsty. If you do live in the desert, you can be a frelling idiot and forget to push fluids.


In other news, I have email again. They seem to have changed my pop server and my login name without telling me. Oy. Fixed now.

Boy is going to a scary movie tonight, so I will get my wordcount then.


And tanaise tracked down the original McGarricle Sisters version of Complainte pour Ste Catherine for me, and has become my absolute hero and earned herself a place in the Scardown acknowledgements, because a half-remembered version of this song was running through my head the entire time I was writing the book.



On est tous frères pis ça s'adonne
Qu'on a toujours eu du bon temps
Parce qu'on reste sur la terre des hommes
Même les femmes et les enfants

Y'a longtemps qu'on fait d' la politique
Vingt ans de guerre contre les moustiques.

--Anna McGarricle, Complainte pour Ste-Catherine
  • Current Music
    Kate and Anna McGarrigle - Complainte Pour Ste. Catherine
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Wordcount: 585 on The Stratford Man
Reason for stopping: End of not-a-chapter-chapter and tired. Tired. Tired.

I'm going to shower and feed the dogs and then I am going to poke a little bit at the short story idea that has been germinating in my head for a while. Because I don't write short stories any more.
  • Current Music
    Unbelievable Truth - Settle Down