Obligatory Friday spam

Not being able to rub your eyes is one of the most frustrating things ever.

I can't think of the last time I was this sick for two frellin' weeks in a row. This can stop any day now.

I have a short story I need to finish in the next three weeks. I'm working on Wounded in the Wing right now, and worrying about the pacing. How do you pace a story that takes place in less than an hour? Lots of setting, maybe.

Last night we watched what might be the worst movie ever made. No, seriously. It was worse than The Dreaded AND Beyond the Wall of suckSleep. Combined. The Dreaded at least is funny, and BtWoS had music video montages. The only thing Forest of the Damned (or Demonic, as it's titled in the States) has going for it is Tom Savini (who I now find strangely hot), and even he couldn't drag this movie out of the bottomless pit of suck. It also had some of the lousiest editing I've ever seen--possibly the worst. The "plot" involved the stupidest kids ever to party-separate in a spooky wood, and a bunch of naked chicks who--in spite of eating nearly everyone in the film--desperately needed sandwiches. (But at least most of them didn't have porn-boobs, so I guess that's a plus.)

And yet, lost in the void of bad acting, worse writing, and awful editing, was an idea:

Denn das Schöne is nichts
als des schrecklichen Anfang, den wir noch grade ertragen,
und wir bewundern es so, weil es gelassen verschmäht,
uns zu zerstören. Ein jeder Engel is schrecklich.

I really don't need another story about terrible angels, and yet now the urge is there. The doom has come upon me...

A WiP meme

via syntheticvoodoo

Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. (If you haven't gotten to page 123 yet, then turn to page 23. If you haven't gotten there yet, then get busy and write page 23.) Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.

Isyllt glanced down and frowned. They must make a lovely target, strung like beads against the mountainside. Would rebel arrows reach so high? "How is it that a member of the royal house came here?" she asked Asheris, to distract herself from calculating assassinations.

Not a darling, alas, but this made me put the file in SMF for a minute--300 pages is more reassuring than 200. Less than a hundred more to go, I hope.

And every stinking bum should wear a crown

There's another porch kitty hanging around who is probably a contemporary of Iggy's. I shall call him Lou. Iggy is sexier and has a better singing voice. Maybe this means there's a Bowie-cat out there somewhere too.