Archive for November, 2004
Dell rocks my socks — I ordered my power cord, like, Saturday.
It was delivered TODAY. TODAY, PEOPLE.
So I’m back on my little laptop, just awaiting the reply from Atari about why my CD key for UT2K4 isn’t working (not my fault, -I- can read it/type it properly)…
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Still here, but as per the usual, my laptop’s power cord ist ganz kaput.
Also, no inspiration on the Pers Thing for a while, unless I want to write in something that I’d rather not. I did find a chunk of Marc/Vic/Tikka I’d forgotten about, though — where Marc and Vic decide that yes, they want Tikka in their lives (and bed), and so decide to seduce him… And, of course, Tikka tells them that all they had to do was ask, it’s not like he’d have said no… *Giggle*
I love my dad, but there is NO way on -Earth- that I would go on TAR with him. We’d never make it out of the country…
*Ahem* I mean, “This Post Is All About Tonight’s Episode Of The Amazing Race”.
And it’s cut to spare the unspoiled/uninterested. Also, lots of swearing and more abuse of the word ‘also’.
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1) http://www.giantangrysquid.com/nano/2004.html for my nano stuff.
2) New stuff!
The five of them, Hellspit, Bloodwind, Quicknife, Catcharm, and Nightsmoke, sat around the fire, listening to the wind through the tree branches overhead and waiting for the potatoes to finish roasting. The trees were not the same kind of trees that they were used to, but the wind through them sounded the same. At home, great trunks that the five of them could not reach around and equally huge branches creaked and groaned in the wind; here the trunks were barely larger than Nightsmoke and the branches wouldn?t support any of them… The wind, though, whispered and sighed its secrets just the same, comforting and steady.
The light from the fire only went so far, but it didn?t matter to them. There were no shadows that could frighten them, and anyone with sinister intentions would be revealed to them by the trees. Not that they expected anything or anyone to attack them at the moment ? they were entirely too far from any known settlements, and the large predators of the area were not interested in them.
Once the potatoes were done, Nightsmoke set their two spitted rabbits over the flames, watching closely as the meat began to sear, then char. The rest of them broke open the leaf-wrapped tubers, Hellspit watching the steam rise with strangely intent eyes. No one asked him what he saw, since he wouldn?t tell them even if they -did- ask. The only person he ever told about such things was Startlemoon, and as she was their village?s wise-woman (and the one that had sent them out here in the first place), she wasn?t here.
Eventually, dinner was ready ? the rabbits cooked through and the potatoes cool enough to handle ? and Nightsmoke passed out portions to each of them. She also set aside some for herself as well as some for the next day, wrapping the latter portions up in leaves and grass. They ate without speaking, as they had for the last week. There wasn?t really much to discuss, anyhow, since Startlemoon had handed down her edict. No one argued with Startlemoon, particularly not when she was backed up by Queen Garnetbriar?s wise-woman herself.
After dinner, they put out the fire and spent a couple of hours staring up at the stars. Catcharm pointed out all of his favorite constellations, while Hellspit told the stories of their creation. Despite the fact that all of them had long since memorized the tales, they listened with the attentiveness of children; Hellspit was good at telling stories. Eventually, though, the chill of the night and the food they?d eaten conspired to make them sleepy.
Then they went to bed; Bloodwind, Quicknife, and Catcharm in a tent-covered heap and Hellspit and Nightsmoke curled together in a pile of old leaves. The tent was really no more than a overly-large (but useful!) ground cloth, and they hadn?t bothered to tie it up to actually make a tent. Hellspit and Nightsmoke opted to sleep in the hollow formed by time and a fallen tree, Hellspit because he disliked sleeping with something over his head and Nightsmoke because she disliked sleeping away from Hellspit. They all fell asleep quickly, tired from their travel and lulled by the soughing of the wind.
Morning dawned cool and somewhat dreary, with grey clouds and a steady rain. They ate their leftovers and broke camp quickly, setting off to the southeast and their destiny once more.
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More eventually.
The previews for Christmas With The Kranks makes me want to skip Christmas entirely. And I love Christmas.
Well, skip Christmas or whack everyone involved with that damned movie in the head with a baseball bat, whichever is easier/more satisfying.
Hellspit, Bloodwind, Quicknife, Catcharm, and Nightsmoke. The five of them sat around the fire, listening to the wind through the tree branches overhead and waiting for the potatoes to finish roasting.
Once they had, Nightsmoke set their two spitted rabbits over the flames, watching avidly as the meat began to sear, then char. The rest of them broke open the leaf-wrapped tubers, Hellspit watching the steam rise with strangely intent eyes. Eventually, dinner was ready ? the rabbits cooked through and the potatoes cool enough to handle ? and they ate heartily.
After dinner, they put out the fire and spent a couple of hours staring up at the stars. Then they went to bed; Bloodwind, Quicknife, and Catcharm in a tent-covered heap and Hellspit and Nightsmoke curled together in a pile of old leaves.
In the morning, they had a small breakfast of leftover potatoes and rabbit, then broke camp.
Then they walked a long way, and stopped and ate some more, and then they walked some more. And this just gets suckier and suckier and more and more stilted as I try to write. I can see it perfectly and it?s just not getting written down right. Which I hate. So, I?m going to say screw it for now and go find something to eat.
…Well, moreso than usual. What I need is a writerly kick, because I’m totally stuck on The Pers Thing. So, of all my possible paths to go down, what do you want to see the most?
To recap:
– More on Yndya/Sma and the boys at school (i.e. Y/S describing life in the Corps, etc)
– A flashback re: Yndya and his spell/single-handed destruction of the invading army
– A switch in POV to Life Among The Elves
Other Things:
– If you don’t care what I write about next but you want to give me a hand, give me three words/phrases or items that must be included in the next chunk (i.e. ‘yawning chasm’, ‘potato’, ‘like a mirror’ or ‘feathers, bugs, and a big rock’).
– I’m still in the market for a title, or even a working title, as well as a short form for ‘Cordialis’. I’m leaning toward ‘Diali’ (dee-ah-li), because it’s a little less awkward to type, but…eh.
Drop me a line, either at my usual or at cordialis /@/ giant angry squid +dot+ com.
People are so incredibly stupid that it makes me want to -hurt- someone. I’d write letters, but I know that any letter I write will simply get tossed into the trash.
There’s no talking to people that support things like the AFA, because they don’t want to hear that they might be wrong. They don’t want to think for themselves, they want to be told what to think — and that’s okay with them. Needless to say, that’s a scary thought.
Not even my dad would support these people, and he’s the most Christian-Right type person I know. (He’s also quite smart and would, most likely, resent having someone tell him that as an adult he doesn’t know what’s good for him.)
I’m annoyed, but I really can’t say anything that Sars hasn’t already said and better.
Because this:
Current MetaCrawler searches
loans
adobe photoshop 7.0
useful internet applications
“lg fifth generation receiver”
auction house skinner
www.blindskateboarding.com
recognizing good facial bone structure
monsoons
carmine giovinazzo
nasal fracture
should never be seen by children. Particularly the one about recognizing good bone structure!