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love is patient, love is kind / let's be honest / love is a catalogue of deadly sins

Progress notes for 20 June 2006:

"Venom Cock"

New Words:  1511
Total Words:  8343. Look, mom, it's a novelette.
Pages: 37
Deadline: None. Meanwhile, of course, the things *with* deadlines are languishing, but sometimes you have to write the one that gives you sugar.
Reason for stopping: bedtime. sleep debt.

Five more scenes to write, and I know what they all are. I've reached the climax.

Stimulants:  jasmine tea, taddy porter, beef not-stroganoff
Exercise: day the heck off.
Mail: I got paid for the Undertow proposal (turned in last winter). Yay! Money!
Today's words Word don't know: ensorcel, doubletake
Words I'm surprised Word do know: zigzagging

Mean Things:
the oversexed college freshmen read Matthew's diary.
Tyop du jour: chookebones
Darling du jour:  I can't decide. It's either: "The victim was an alcoholic," Marion said, as Matthew put his chicken on the counter. Or: "Come on," he said. "Help me ensorcel this chicken."
Jerry-rigging: I stapled together two semirelated scenes with a transition to avoid fucking up the POV progression.
There's always one more quirk in the character: Well, yanno. Matthew and the chicken. Also, apparently he's attracted to women with guns or coffee mugs. Or wings.

Books in progress:
Martin Cruz Smith, Stallion Gate
The glamour!: Bathroom faucet, still not fixed.

I'm going to take this bronze star heart I've got
I'm going to melt it down
Wait for love to cast the metal into bone.

Comments

beef not-stroganoff? Whazzat?
It starts out like beef stroganoff, but you have different things in the fridge and forget to add the vinegar. *g*
Oh, it's stroganoff w/o the left turn at Alburqurque. I get it.

I've had lots of meals like that. It's a whole genre of cooking, really. Spec-food.
One of the pleasures of reading other people's journals, of course, is the glimpses of foreign that you get through words. I was reading this post, thinking "What on earth is taddy porter?" - and then I hit "jerry-rigging". Do you really say jerry-rigging? Over here, it's jury-rigging, or else it's jerry-built; either works in context, but they have completely different derivations and you can't collate them.
Since taddy porter is british beer (Sam Smith's makes it), you have confused me irrevocably.

Jerry-rig is an alternate spelling of jury-rig, common enough to have a Wikipedia redirect:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry-rig
Since taddy porter is british beer (Sam Smith's makes it), you have confused me irrevocably.

I'm sorry. Porter I know, of course, but Sam Smith's Taddy is new to me. I will discover it forthwith, and thank you.

Jerry-rig is an alternate spelling of jury-rig, common enough to have a Wikipedia redirect:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jerry-rig


Actually, it says here that it's an alternate pronunciation, but I frown on it in either instance. It's the uninterested/disinterested argument again, I guess; we have two separate words, jury-rigged and jerry-built, and eliding the two is lossy. Less is not always more; sometimes it's just less.
...except it's derived from the French, so both "jury" and "jerry" are approximate English ear-spellings. *g*

In the US, we pretty much don't use the term "jerry-built." (at least not in my dialect, unless we are infected with Britglish.) We'd probably say "shoddy" around here.

("jerry-built" is in the American Heritage dictionary, however: it's not unheard of.)

We have a lot of terms for improvisation, though: in addition to je/u/rry-rigging, we can "redneck together" or "kludge" or "ghetto." (use: "My little red truck is kind of ghetto: it involves a lot of screws and duct tape and plywood to hold it together.")
...except it's derived from the French, so both "jury" and "jerry" are approximate English ear-spellings. *g*

Nice point - but I just found this on the web -

jerry-rig v :
creation of a slapdash construction (as opposed to a temporary construction as in jury-rig)

- which is exactly the conflation of jury-rig and jerry-build that I worry about.

In the US, we pretty much don't use the term "jerry-built." (at least not in my dialect, unless we are infected with Britglish.) We'd probably say "shoddy" around here.

("jerry-built" is in the American Heritage dictionary, however: it's not unheard of.)


Favourite story: there's a book about an alien invasion during the Second World War, where one alien says to another alien, "The German Empire ... is a jerry-built affair." Collapse of Chaz, snortling.

We have a lot of terms for improvisation, though: in addition to je/u/rry-rigging, we can "redneck together" or "kludge" or "ghetto." (use: "My little red truck is kind of ghetto: it involves a lot of screws and duct tape and plywood to hold it together.")

Kludge I knew; I like redneck; I love ghetto. Thank you for that.
Hee.

I just larned it last year.

(Also, the Taddy Porter? quite good. FYI.)
Ooh, hadn't seen that icon before - magpies are v important over here, being the mascot of Newcastle United (who play in black & white). Do you have the superstition where you have to salute a solitary magpie and enquire after his family, or is that just us crazy Brits?
Magpies!

I have never lived in magpie country (we have them in the Rockies, but neither in the Southwest nor the Northeast, the two places I have lived) so I don't know; we could have it.

I get them by way of the description I stumbled across in my Stratford Man research of "Shakespeare's magpie mind," which is to say a mind that picks up any glittery bit of pomp that drifts past and incorporates it into the weaving.

Since it's pretty much how my writerbrain works, I sort of adopted it as a personal motto.

I do rather like them.
*loffs*

A friend in grad school called me Miss Magpie for my love of bright and shiny things. But I, too, have a magpie mind. :-)
We also have them at lesat in the northernmost parts of the prairies (I think I've seen them as far south as Minneapolis) But they do get more common as you get into the hillier west.
Also, it's my bloody dialect, and I'll pronounce it however I like! *g* Back on your own side of the puddle! Back! Bad Chaz!

Go harrass a Liverpuddlian or something.

*bristles*
Oh, hey, don't you bristle at me. I wasn't harassing, I was exploring (in a worried sort of way, I confess, but that's the nature of the beast).

And of course you can pronounce things how you like; Wiki says so, and so do I. Spelling matters more, because ambiguity can take the edge off the language; as here, where I genuinely didn't know whether you meant jury-rig or jerry-build, and there is a distinction.

But okay, I'm gone. I was avoiding work, anyway; the thing is horrible today, all sludge and I don't want to touch it.

Sorry; I was trying to be funny.

I seem to not have the knack of that lately.

I know what you mean about dark and horrible. Tomorrow, there is a long plane ride and perforce, I must go back to Undertow, and I fear that it will drown me. :-P

I want to finish the cockatrice story first.
Sorry; I was trying to be funny.

I seem to not have the knack of that lately.


Hard, isn't it? When you lose all the signifiers, the body-cues, and you can't tell if that's a smile or gritted teeth...

I want to finish the cockatrice story first.

We all want you to finish the cockatrice story. Sooon.

Re: This time with the correct icon, #@$@!

I found out she's an angel.

I don't think she knows I know.

Re: This time with the correct icon, #@$@!

Are you worried that something might happen to you if anyone ever finds out?

Oh, the humanity

"Venom Cock." Wasn't the note from the lawyers enough to scare you off?