Jim Henson - September 24, 1936 - May 16, 1990
My life would not have been the same without him and his weird, wonderful brain. Thank you, universe, for having given us Jim Henson.
Feeling pretty okay. I'm less fatigued during the day, without the Cymbalta. When I wake up, I'm able to get right up and do stuff. Every day this week, I've gotten to see my family in the morning. Yay! Pain levels... not too bad. I should not have carried three wine bottles last night after applauding my butt off for howeverlong at the Babydolls show, but I'll be okay. Thanks again to Calliope and oneagain for the ride... I couldn't have done the T the whole way, not when I'm that tired.
Finally finished Smoke and Ashes, which really could have used a proofreader. Sailing into the eagerly-awaited Titans of Chaos next.
Self-preservation: "Writing this thing in this manner/from this perspective is tantamount to self-injury."
Writerbrain: "But it's there."
Self-preservation: "And you can present it as Lianna telling it to Alice. You don't have to be in Katrianna's head for it. Drop a few veils between the event and the telling; cushion it."
Free Will Astrology
Your word of the week is incubation. It refers to the act of a parent animal sitting on eggs to keep them warm as the fetuses inside mature to the point of hatching. In a more metaphorical sense, "incubation" means the process of protecting and nurturing an idea or possibility as it ripens. Dream workers also tout "dream incubation," in which you describe a problem that you'd like to have addressed by your dreams, and hold it in your mind as you fall asleep. If you do this with a strong intention, your dreams will eventually help you solve the problem. I invite you to apply this meditation on incubation to the work you have ahead of you, Pisces.
Heh. Yeah, no shit.
A Place Between Us
Need to find a meeting place between you and a friend? Enter two addresses and the type of place you want to meet (it defaults to coffee).
Neil Gaiman, in American Gods: "I can believe things that are true and I can believe things that aren't true and I can believe things where nobody knows if they're true of not. I can believe in Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny and Marilyn Monroe and the Beatles and Elvis and Mister Ed. Listen –– I believe that people are perfectible, that knowledge is infinite, that the world is run by secret banking cartels and is visited by aliens on a regular basis, nice ones that look like wrinkled lemurs and bad ones who mutilate cattle and want our water and our women. I believe that the future sucks and I believe that the future rocks and I believe that one day White Buffalo Woman is going to come back and kick everyone's ass. I believe that all men are just overgrown boys with deep problems communicating and that the decline in good sex in America is coincident with the decline in drive-in movie theaters from state to state. I believe that all politicians are unprincipled crooks and I still believe that they are better than the alternative. I believe that California is going to sink into the sea when the big one comes, while Florida is going to dissolve into madness and alligators and toxic waste. I believe that antibacterial soap is destroying our resistance to dirt and disease so that one day we'll all be wiped out by the common cold like the Martians in War of the Worlds. I believe that the greatest poets of the last century were Edith Sitwell and Don Marquis, that jade is dried dragon sperm, and that thousands of years ago in a former life I was a one-armed Siberian shaman. I believe that mankind's destiny lies in the stars. I believe that candy really did taste better when I was a kid, that it's aerodynamically impossible for a bumblebee to fly, that light is a wave and a particle, that there's a cat in a box somewhere who's alive and dead at the same time (although if they don't ever open the box to feed it it'll eventually just be two different kinds of dead), and that there are stars in the universe billions of years older than the universe itself. I believe in a personal god who cares about me and worries and oversees everything I do. I believe in an impersonal god who set the universe in motion and went off to hang with her girlfriends and doesn't even know that I'm alive. I believe in an empty and godless universe of causal chaos, background noise, and sheer blind luck. I believe that anyone who says that sex is overrated just hasn't done it properly. I believe that anyone who claims to know what's going on will lie about the little things too. I believe in absolute honesty and sensible social lies. I believe in a woman's right to choose, a baby's right to live, that while all human life is sacred there's nothing wrong with the death penalty if you can trust the legal system implicitly, and that no one but a moron would ever trust the legal system. I believe that life is a game, that life is a cruel joke, and that life is what happens when you're alive and that you might as well lie back and enjoy it."
(Thanks, harkalark, for reminding me...)
Today scientists announced that they had mapped a ring of dark matter around a galaxy cluster utilizing gravitational distortions observed in photographs taken by the Hubble space telescope.
This is a groundbreaking discovery, since for decades scientists had theorized that the bulk of the Universe is held together by dark matter, and that this matter could not be observed since it neither emits nor reflects light.
Monster Bait: Bloody Mary: Chunky, glistening red fruits with sweet cream accord, black clotted cherry, and powdered sugar!
In bottle: Very fruity!
On me: Cherry cough syrup/Sucrets. *gag*
Monster Bait: Ventriloquist's Dummy: Savage apricot, depraved dry woods, and psychopathic patchouli covered by a disarmingly sweet mishmosh of caramel, brown sugar, hazelnut, and butterscotch.
In bottle: Too. Much. Stuff. Mostly the woods, but I get the patchouli too.
On me: Dry woods, yes, almost like wood shavings. I get sweetness without getting the individual sweet notes. Intriguing.
A Bachelor's Dog: Soft musk, leather, and Brazilian cigar tobacco.
In bottle: Smells more cologne-y than musky.
On me: So faint. :( I was hoping this would be one of the great ones... it's barely there. :( And I ordered a full bottle of it! Ah, well. Something to sell.
A Bold Bluff: Cherry tobacco, tonka, and hops.
In bottle: Cherry tobacco mingled with hops is weird.
On me: ...yeah. It's not my kind of weird. Ech.