stillsostrange: (Bleak)
I'm hormonally crabby and listless today, non-hormonally bummed, and my stomach hurts, which I'm not sure if I can blame on hormones or not. I need some brilliant inspiration for a novel proposal I'm working on and the inspirions are not colliding. And did I mention exhausted, crabby, and stomach hurty?

On the plus side, I took care of taxes today, and we're actually getting a refund this year. Also, I have mint tea, and it's [livejournal.com profile] matociquala's marmot book day.

If I strapped kittens to a hot water bottle, would that help my stomach?


ETA: My depression-brain is often a ridiculous beast. It tried to weep and moan because we had no Moroccan mint tea. How would we ever treat this terrible stomach ache? Oh noes. Oh woes. Then my functional brain said: We have green tea; we have mint tea; does it really matter that we don't have a box of tea labeled Moroccan mint? The answer is, no, it doesn't. And having combined two different teas to produce the platonic ideal of green mint tea, the stomach ache has been treated. I may still have 99 three problems, but that is no longer one of them.
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Today I made bitter molasses brownies. They're pretty ridiculously healthy for something designed to convey carby chocolaty goodness. And because I used Blackstrap molasses, they have potassium and protein. Recipe here

I cannot stress enough how not sweet these are. If you want a sweet brownie that also has some nutritional value, modify accordingly. But if you're a crazy person like me who's abstaining from sugar whilst PMSing, they're pretty handy.
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by Amanda Downum, age 32 and 2/3rds.

I unfucked part of the front lawn! Then I figured out how to use tumblr so I could post about it. Now you too may enjoy the before and after photos, since I'm sure everyone else is enthralled by yardwork.

http://www.tumblr.com/blog/stillsostrange

Afterward I ate a pummelo, and now I'm making $40 a pound chai. If this chai doesn't turn me into a guild navigator, I want my money back.

The End.

P.S. Pretty soon you'll get before and after photos of my shrub-removal project. Won't that be thrilling!
stillsostrange: (In case of Cthulhu...)
Fish with hands. Fish. With Hands. I for one welcome our new fishy overlords.

And they're available in purple!
stillsostrange: (Hungry)
Here is Sir Anthony Hopkins reading "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock." If you need me, I will be in my bunk.

stillsostrange: (Follow me boy)
A new character study is up at the Necromancer blog, complete with music and visual aids. Any requests for who to do next?
stillsostrange: (Veil)
To celebrate Squidmas, here is the first chapter of Kingdoms of Dust. (Contains spoilers, unsurprisingly, for The Bone Palace.)

If anyone has any questions about the books so far, this would be a fine place to ask.
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I am not actually dead, though I did manage to sleep for 13 hours last night.

Over at Diana Peterfreund's blog she has updated cover art for Brave New Love, and the list of contributers. It's pretty spiffy.

I've finished the proposal for TWR/TAT, at least until someone tells me how awful the synopsis is and makes me fix it. Now I can go back to picking at Dreams for the rest of the month. As soon as I finish typing up my notes for this crit novel.
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[livejournal.com profile] jimhines has an excellent post on sexual harassment today, including links about where to report harassment in SF/F circles and the Backup Project.

If you are being harassed at a con or other event where I'm in attendance, please feel free to grab me for backup. I'm pretty terrible when it comes to confrontation, but I am more than happy to escort anyone out of an unpleasant situation, or help find security, or just hang out and glare until the dickbag in question goes away.
stillsostrange: (Byakhee)
It is entirely [livejournal.com profile] sovay and [livejournal.com profile] handful_ofdust's fault that I want to replace all the characters in Dreams with anthropomorphic cats. I'm not saying it would improve the book, but it couldn't make it any worse.

Okay, little cartoon byakhee and nightgaunts would definitely be an improvement.
stillsostrange: (Brigitte)
A very productive day: I picked up my new glasses (they have stripes, for speed), talked to my tattoo boy about my next piece, and wrote over 3,000 words. The book is still Frankensteinian, but becomes sleeker and sexier. Like Udo Kier in Flesh For Frankenstein.

Dreams of Shreds and Tatters


10036 / 80000 words. 11% done!

And I did all this in spite of discovering Fuck Yeah Udo Kier. The gifs from Blood For Dracula are hypnotic. No one vomits blood more sexily than Udo Kier.

stillsostrange: (Worth a damn)
[livejournal.com profile] jimhines provides several links relevant to OSC and Hamlet's Father, including Card's response. I appreciate Card's clarification, since the conflation of homosexuality and pedophilia induces eye-twitching rage in me faster than about anything else, and I'm very glad to learn that was not his intention. If he really wonders why people might jump to the wrong conclusion about his opinions, though...well that only induces eye rolling.

If you prefer to read the work of an author who can articulate the difference clearly, may I suggest Andrew Vachss*. (Watch out, website makes noise.)

Not unrelatedly, many people have already linked to an agent's attempt to straighten YA. I would just like to take a moment to express my appreciation for my agent and my editor, who are completely wonderful in this regard. Also, I really really really want to write (the book that will probably not be called) Monster Garden.

But first I have to clean all the things, and eventually rescue Dorothy Medusa from the horrors of the groomer.


*I didn't mention Vachss during #buyabiggaynovelforscottcardday, but his straightforward and compassionate treatment of trans characters was, if not the first example I found in fiction, definitely the most memorable.
stillsostrange: (Stomp)
Coilhouse has led me to a YouTube wonderland: cyber industrial dance videos. I've never been crazy about the neon extensions and furry leg warmers, but these are my people. I dance just like this. I would dance just like this in the streets of Germany.



(Take note of 0:54. That guy is my soul mate.)





Why am I not in Germany right now?
stillsostrange: (Elbow sex)
[livejournal.com profile] britmandelo is editing a reprint anthology of bisexual and genderqueer speculative fiction for Lethe Press. Details here. Please stop by and recommend your favorite queer stories, or submit a reprint if you have one. I may dust off "Flotsam."
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[livejournal.com profile] saladinahmed needs a map. And if you are an awesome cartographical whizz and can hook him up, I may also have work for you.
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I just read [livejournal.com profile] saladinahmed's "Hooves and the Hovel of Abdel Jameela". This story is beautiful and beautifully written, and I wish to sing its praises across the internets.

Now all my ghouls are sad they don't have hooves.
stillsostrange: (Tentacle pr0n)
Via [livejournal.com profile] caprine, an epistolary Aliens fic of great charm. That is my new favorite fic ever, I think, and possibly one my favorite short stories at all.
stillsostrange: (Fin Fang Foom!)
Via [livejournal.com profile] caprine:

Superhero Therapy.



These pictures and their story kick so much ass.
stillsostrange: (Valkyrie Air)
Today began with a 7.5 mile hike along the Greenbelt, in lovely weather. I must take a moment to sing the praises of my Keens (mine are the Newports). Seven and a half miles, wet and dry, no blisters, pinching, aching, or any other discomfort. Wonderful shoes.

If the gods of Ebay continue to smile on me, I've found my nurse's cape. Now I just need the white dress and cap, which are much less a hassle to find, and some shoes I can parade in. I'm a little sad not to reuse the Gothtopus, but I'm happy not to be marching in pounds of bulky gear, not to mention the wig and corset.

I had been stuck on Kingdoms for a couple of weeks, until Thursday, when I attended Steven's cello instructor's going-away recital. Somewhere in the middle of Chaminade's Trio No. 1 in G minor, several things clicked into place. I may have enough ducks in a row now to get me through the rest of the 30ks, if not the rest of the middle.
stillsostrange: (Rilke)
I bring you this because I love you.



Part 1 of an unsold 1958 television pilot starring Vincent Price and Peter Lorre as crime-fighting art dealers. There are not enough exclamation points in the world to convey my love for this. I want to travel immediately to the alternate dimension in which this show was filmed for five seasons.

Part 2:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dkgusb...

Part 3:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HV58HY...

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