Happy birthday to charlesland and sihaya09!
Yesterday pain levels were hovering around 7 for a while; this morning they're back around 5. Still not breathing properly. The earliest appointment I could get with the lung doc was late October, but I did the distressed voice-quaver at the receptionist, and she's now got me on the cancellation list. So. We'll see. Got the chest X-ray yesterday, and hopefully that'll prove useful.
I actually slept later than 5 AM. Go me! Was abed til 8. I actually would have preferred to be up earlier today, as it's Elayna's school picture day... will have to trust that she managed without me. :)
Highlander: The Semen
My husband reviews the latest (and, please gods, last) Highlander movie over here. Highlight? "Just for kicks, throw in awful, awful fight choreography (all fights in fast motion!), random swipes from Road Warrior, Resident Evil, and Mortal Kombat, and a "Princes of the Universe" cover (over the midpoint montage) that appears to be performed by a group of drunken half-orc hobos watching the lyrics on a blurry karaoke machine (although the credits reveal that it's actually performed by former Uriah Heep frontman John Sloman, which amounts to the same thing)."
I fell in love with the man for just this sort of thing. :)
You Need This.
Finder, by Carla Speed McNeil, is one-of-a-kind; McNeil calls it "aboriginal SF". I am half in love with Jaeger. I don't do character-crushes often, mind you. But Jaeger - wow. And this is an amazing feat of worldbuilding.
* Read the intro here.
* Buy this book - Collecting both Sin-Eater paperbacks plus previously uncollected issue #22 (with a new nine-page scene), this is a digest-sized hardcover edition.
The Hox genes are a set of transcription factors that exhibit an unusual property: they provide a glimpse of one way that gene expression is translated into metazoan morphology. For the most part, the genome seems to be a welter of various genes scattered about almost randomly, with no order present in their arrangement on a chromosome — the order only becomes apparent in their expression through the process of development. The Hox genes, on the other hand, seem like an island of comprehensible structure. These are all genes that specify segment identity — whether a segment of the embryo should form part of the head, thorax, or abdomen, for instance — and they're all clustered together in one (usually) tidy spot.
Mary Read: Salt air, ocean mist, aged patchouli, sarsaparilla, watered-down rum, leather-tinged musk, and a spray of gunpowder.
In bottle: Ooooh - all salt air. This has more in common with Calico Jack than with Anne Bonny...
On me: Salty air, a hint of musk, the barest hint of leather.
Kubla Khan: Through sunlit caves of ice, roses unfurl amidst dancing waves of serpentine opium smoke and amber tobacco, golden sandalwood, champaca, tea leaf, sugared lily, ginger, rich hay absolute, leather, dark vanilla, mandarin, peru balsam, and Moroccan jasmine.
In bottle: Sweetness! Thick lush sweetness, not unlike Red Lantern. *sniffs again* Okay, there's the vanilla, peru balsam... bit of sandalwood and tobacco under that.
On me: All of that. And the hay comes out, lending a bit of freshness. And there's a note of *cold*. How does she do that? This is morphing like whoa, but I'm not getting any florals, yay! This is gorgeous. :) EDIT: Fuck. Jasmine. It's not going "OH HAI, I SHAT IN YUR PERFOOM" the way it usually does, but I'm on guard...
* Make the master list of all the Stuff What Needs Done. It's easier to handle that way.
* Take Max to vet at 11:45.
* Get some work done in the office.
* Figure out what my afternoon/evening plans are.
I'm frustrated that all of my days lately are either shared or cut up by stuff like doctor appointments or marred by can't-think-anymore exhaustion. I've been meaning to do ritual for most of a week now, but I've had neither time nor solitude. I appear to have a wholly unscheduled day tomorrow, so that should be good for my state of mind and for getting stuff done.