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I woke up thinking about yellow ladybugs.*





My desk, and clutter.

Maps, top to bottom, left to right:

Canterbury, 16th century
London, 16th century
Cambridge, 16th century
Manhattan, 2000.

The maps of Toronto and Hartford have been retired for the foreseeable future. *g*




Mascots. The suckmonkey is wearing a Genre Pirate button.




The Elizabethans. So I can stick pins in them when they won't put out.

Left to right, top to bottom:

Cambridge, Southwark Cathedral exterior, Southwark Cathedral interior, map of London
Cambridge, probably-not-Kit but hey what the hell it could be, probably-not-Will but hey what the hell it could be, Ben Jonson, Anne of Denmark (and her cleavage)
King's College Chapel Cambridge, probably-neither-Kit-not-Will but hey what the hell it could be, Elizabeth I, possibly Richard Burbage (possibly not)
map of Cambridge, Anne Hathaway's father's/brother's cottage, Henrey Carey, interior Canterbury Cathedral (behind the monkey)
John Shakespeare's house, Canterbury Cathedral
Canterbury Cathedral, John Shakespeare's house, Canterbury Cathedral
Anne Hathaway's father's/brother's cottage (behind the speaker), Canterbury Cathedral





Various totemic items, including a pezwitch, several Lovecraftian plush toys, and the infamous Shakespeare Action figure and finger puppet. This is my improvised bookshelf. *g* One step up from boards and bricks, one step down from Ikea. The top shelf with books on it is the research pile for The Stratford Man and The Journeyman Devil. What I bought. There was more that was borrowed or read online.

Thank God, I've forgotten most of it. It was oozing out my ears at random intervals for a while.



Whiskey defends the Campbell Award. (arcaedia's comment: "Only you would display a Campbell award the way most people display their high school sports trophies.") Well, yanno. What else am I going to do with it? Have it framed?









Don't say I never gave you anything.

(It made sense in context. Ahhh, Wiscon.)

Have I mentioned how annoying it is that my smoke detector is outside the bathroom door, and goes off if you take a shower, even a cool one, with the door open?

Finally got the laundry done. Thank God.



Bruce Cockburn songs are like whole weird little violent surrealistic novels in a few dozen lines.

And I was reminded of the proprietor of a Vietnamese restaurant in Quebec
Who used to be head of the secret police in Danang
And it occurred to me that I was thinking all this stuff
To keep from thinking about something else.

Isn't that just what secret police are all about?




*It didn't take long; I don't know much about yellow ladybugs.

***

Comments

Cute desk!

Also, not only have you earwormed me on Bruce Cockburn, but you're right - he's a killer short story writer. *grin*
Yes. The man can *write.* That whole album is short stories, really.

I get the same "Oh, god, I wanna do that" from John Gorka, too.

Bruce Cockburn songs are like whole weird little violent surrealistic novels in a few dozen lines.

...isn't that what friends are for?
Hee! Hey, coming from you, that's high praise!

(And yeah, he is.)
Oh, Scalzi -- such a slut.
Nice Breyer horses. :)
*chuckle*

That was my thought, too. I have a box-full down in the basement right now, ready to come out when the girls get a little bit older. They'd be out now if I had space for them.
Oh, lord! My favorite toys of all. Barbie? Who needs Barbie? I got my first one when I turned 8. The shetland pony. I named her Bunny, after one of the horses in the Little House books. I have maybe--20 or so? Good for you that you hung on to yours. How old are your girls?
They're three and five, born in the Chinese years of the Horse and the Dragon. I took that as a good sign.

I think my first were the quarter horse family. Our next door neighbor girl was about six years older than I was and *completely* horse crazy. She had *all* of them, neatly arranged on a bookcase in her bedroom. Sometimes when she was really bored she would deign to play with me, and we'd bring out horses and have horse families living in the hedges between our two houses. :D
I used to take a select set of them everywhere with me. Family going camping? Horses running around in the woods. Over at a parents' friend's house? Horses running around on the carpet.

I think the box of them is actually still in my mom's basement somewhere, except for the two that followed me to college and here, only to live in the boxes of "this apartment is too damn small to put this stuff out" stuff.
*It didn't take long; I don't know much about yellow ladybugs.

Me neither, but my friend Mary (who runs the biggest & best second-hand bookshop in Europe) has sent me some this morning. Well, I don't suppose they're yellow; black & red, more likely. And thus far only larvae. They're supposed to eat the greenfly off my chilli plants. Here's hoping...
Clutter?

No, no, no.

It doesn't qualify as "clutter" if you can still see a horizontal surface large enough for a coffee cup.

My God, it would take me two hours of sorting and straightening* to get to that level of "clutter."

I commend you on your tidiness.




*Or 10 minutes of throwing out everything on my desk.
( and a blurry picture of John Scalzi taking off Ben Rosenbaum's shirt. )

Wow, RPS right here in River City! ;D

I love Whiskey. Is he a Breyer? I just got Blood and Iron in the mail and am dying to get a chance to read it but must WORK for some unknown reason. Gah!

Love the suckmonkey. And the MFU book. And hey, is that a REAL copy of Carnival by your Campbell or is it just a cover mockup?
He is a Breyer. A gift from buymeaclue.

And not, it's just a mockup. I wanted to see what the curb appeal of the spine as like. *g* The MFU book cover was a present from truepenny; most of teh stuff on that top shelf is either gifts or bits of rock and detritus I've picked up here and there--a geode from Minnesota, a mixed-media print stillnotbored gave me, a bear my mom gave me, another bear stillsostrange gave me, a clam shell from the drowned town of St. Thomas, Nevada, a flint from the general vicinity of Christopher marlowe's grave, tuppence I picked up on the street in Canterbury. That kind of stuff. *g*
nd not, it's just a mockup. I wanted to see what the curb appeal of the spine was like.

It's very appealing. I immediately wanted to buy one and went and double-checked Amazon to make sure I hadn't missed a release! :D

I love that sort of detritus. I have stuff like that. A holed stone from a beach in the Olympic Penninsula, a small bit of chert from a Roman stadium in Chester, etc. It's nice to see I'm not the only one who does that. :)
Oh, totally. I pick up horse chestnuts and pine cones and seashells everywhere.
Have I mentioned how annoying it is that my smoke detector is outside the bathroom door, and goes off if you take a shower, even a cool one, with the door open?

Augh! They do that with all of the one-bedroom apartments in the most common complex layout in this area, and it drives me bonkers!

(Also, eee, Breyers and plushies and books!)
Hah!

I should know it would turn out to be a True Story.

That's our Bruce.
As long as I can keep pretending many things off Stealing Fire are made up.
Oh, that's the map of Cambridge. The map of Manhattan is lower down, on the left.

*that* is a reading lamp. It's got a green silk and black metal shade that can't decide if it wants to be art deco or Japanese.

It gives a lovely, if slightly greenish, light.
Well, my desk *is* in my living room.

re; shelves

Empty abandoned drawers make great shelf supports... And shadow-boxes... I heard it on NPR, so it must be true..