(I'd played with the idea of saying "It is finished," but that way lies somewhat liturgical madness.)
The entire thing is a little over 9,800 words long. Not long by many peoples' standards, but by my standards, shored up as they are by glacially slow writing, phrase by phrase, word by word, syllable by fucking syllable, this is probably the longest thing I've written in at least a couple of years. It was amazing; the last page and a half poured out in a way I haven't been used to for some time. Rather refreshing, that.
It's going to be looked over by a couple of my favorite editors, and then I'll break it into three chapters. And put it up. And go, regretfully or not so regretfully, back to actually working for a living.
I apparently have no self control. It's now over 8,000 words,
(What chicken heart, you ask? This one. Which, in the spirit of pending Hallowe'en, I offer you in its original entirety. It's the one that Cosby included in a very funny sketch. I won't, however, put anything by him in any posting of mine.)
Here are three news outlets and their coverage. The Trib's is the most comprehensive, but the Sun Times' Lynn Sweet is one of the smartest political reporters you can find anywhere, and Block Club Chicago is keeping national news local.
And the subject line reads as it does because I tried to think of something to call the man currently camping out at 1600 Pennsylvania Ave. that wouldn't insult someone or something else, like weasels or slime molds. And since most physicians agree that such things are definitely not needed, and indirectly hurt women by increasing their sense of body shame, I went with that. It's shorter than "contaminated night soil that can't be used for fertilizer."
As of today (or more precisely late yesterday afternoon), the following achievements had been unlocked at Casa KathBob:
New passport for BB received and old, sneaky, hiding-for-too-longy old passport torn up;
Garbage disposal unit tightened and back in non-leaky working condition;
New microwave installed, and celebratory cups of reheated coffee drunk;
Soft cast off wrist/forearm, and decision not to get expensive second set of X-rays done approved by doctor, with subsequent graduation to removable splint.
Back spasms slowly, slowly fading - not nearly fast enough of course, but fading.
What this all means in this first world household is that I'm trying to decide how much typing I can now do, since the wrist and forearm are still occasionally delivering painful twinges when held or turned in certain directions. I want to be able to restart my fic writing. I mean, I can see the end to my Shaun/Donna/bunches of others fic. It's there, right ... there!
It also means that I can rev up the union work. Cast and back spasms really slow one down, if one is not, say, as determinedly dedicated to a cause as one might or should be. Some people battle through horrendous pain and reach heights the rest of us cannot reach. Others *cough*me*cough* become whinging wusses at the slightest pang of hurt. So yes, ridding myself of all my various types of pain asap is much longed for.
Many happy returns of the past day (Oct. 24) to the long-vanished lolmac, who was a bright and cheery presence online, whether through her responses to my posts, or through her witty and creative lolmac meme generations (Richard Dean Anderson FTW, whether that was in MacGuyver or Stargate). I hope she had a great birthday. and that we'll someday see her again around here.
Another Oct. 24 birthday; cosmiccoz, who has long since departed these stomping grounds for other platforms. I miss them, and think of them with affection. I hope they had a good birthday, and that their life has provided joy and creativity since last we connected.
And finally, reaching back all the way to Oct. 18, I offer not just birthday wishes, but a wish for the entire coming year, to owlboy, who celebrated back on Oct. 18. If you're looking for incisive meta, wonderfully sideways humor, for someone who doesn't suffer fools gladly, but who could outdo Francis of Assisi when it comes to the care and gentle love for all creatures big and small, whose artistic and writing abilities are happily remarkable - someone who is, in short, an epic person to know - look no further than this remarkable individual. I'm definitely glad to know them, and I hope that Oct. 18 was good for you. May the coming year also be wonderful
Many happy returns of the almost completed day to elisi. I think I've said on many occasions how much I respect her fannish writing abilities, whether those are her fics - which are emotionally mature and rich with imagery - and her meticulous, observant, and sometimes breathtakingly daring metas.
All of that bears repeating, though. I believe that when we in fandom talk about how our world can seamlessly blend geeky passion with intellectual rigor, elisi's the kind of writer to which we refer. There may be times I disagree with her, and those few and far between, but I have never ever regretted reading anything she's written. Nor have I regretted engaging with her, and being inspired by her to be a better writer, a better observer, a more careful thinker.
Outside of fandom, it's clear that she is simply a lovely person, and I feel very lucky to have made her acquaintance. So here's hoping you had a particularly good birthday with your family and friends, and may the rest of the year be equally fantastic.This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/746450.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.
Or rather, we will, as of Friday, ave microwave. We went out yesterday to a humongous appliance dealership, where we found a reasonable replacement for our current microwave, which, it has become clear, is most probably unrepairable. We found it quickly, and paid, with the various add-on fees to the so-called sale price, too much (although I suspect it's not an above-market price), within 10 minutes.
Until Friday, I'm reheating my coffee on the stove top. It's resulted in some overcooked and almost unpalatable coffee, but I can survive that for the next 3.5 days. This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/746156.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.
Watching via CBC live-streaming. I hope a large number of Canadians choose to vote, no matter what party they vote for - although I have to admit I hope that the Conservatives don't win. I am glad to see that Canada still believes in paper ballots. I really enjoy the CBC's coverage, compared to American political coverage.
I wish I could say more, but it's the end of the day, and my hands just can't do more.This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/745872.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.
Birthday Wishes from the (Temporarily) Halt and (Not Really all That) Lame
There are so many people whose birthdays I've missed recently that I am in hearty disapproval of myself. I intend to catch up on many of them, because so many of you are such lovely people - so damned interesting, kind, creative, and memorable. I am privileged to know all of you.
Today, I want to wish the happiest of birthdays to two delightful members of my f'list: a_phoenixdragon, and editrx, both of whom I met through our shared love of the Whoniverse. Please forgive my late wishes today. (At least today, I can plead technical cast-related difficulties, rather than my usual tardiness.)
a_phoenixdragon radiates not only all those aforementioned qualities, her dedication to family, sense of humor, love of democracy and natural affection towards friends across the globe just blazes through what she writes, whether that's posting about her life, responding with thoughtful comments and hugs to others' posts, or writing memorably strong and poetic fic. Her writerly vision.can be dark, but it can also be filled with the brightest glimpses of hope, and rich with a sophisticated understanding of the human heart. I've had the pleasure of meeting her in person, and of having lively phone and Google hangout conversations. I consider myself lucky to have met her, and I hope today provided some joy, some well-deserved love from the family that you care for so well. And cake. You need to have cake! All my love, my dear!
I have had the privilege of benefiting from one of the skills that editrx has in spades, one amply noted by her online name. She is careful and helpful, with suggestions and questions that certainly made the writing she was able to review for much better than it had been before she reviewed it. She also approaches life with as much humor and determination as possible. She hasn't been around much lately, and I know things have been difficult for her, to put it mildly. I hope that her birthday marks a time free of stress and pain, and full of as much joy as possible. This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/745635.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.
Or more precisely, it's a black hole that can drive in reverse.
Remember how we found Bob's passport in one of the desk's drawers, one that we'd searched multiple times? Well here's what happened today.
As you may recall, I had to order new checks because the checks I'd previously ordered had gone missing. I assumed that I'd mistakenly thrown the new checks out. After ordering a second set of checks, I joked with Bob that the original "new" checks would reappear soon after the second set of new checks arrived in the mail. Of course that wouldn't happen, because I'd thrown them out.
This morning, I found the supposedly trashed checks in a pile of paper on top of the desk. A pile both Bob and I had searched before.
Now the nice thing is that those checks are still usable, unlike the cancelled passport. But sweet lord, this desk! It taketh, and it ... uhm ... returneth.