GIP and some bitching

[truepenny]

First off, this is a Lion's Mane jellyfish, notorious in Sherlockian circles. The Long Beach Aquarium of the Pacific had an exhibit on jellyfish, and Mirrorthaw, who is truly a spouse without peer, took pictures of these jellyfish for me, because I am a big geek and he seems to think that's okay.

What you can't tell from this picture is how long the jellyfish's tendrils are. Completely out of scale with the main body. Beautiful and creepy. (Also, the only thing I did to this picture is crop it. The color and light are as-is.)

And the bitchery: it's sultry today, was sultry yesterday, and wasn't very damn not sultry in between. My mousepad is sticky, that's what it's like here. I don't like heat, I deal with it badly, and one of the few things I miss about summers in Tennessee is the understanding that, yes, air-conditioning is an inalienable right.

There are things I should be doing (such as laundry, and balancing the checkbook, and other sundry domesticities), but I'm hot and grumpy, and my creativity is lying fallow (sprawled out on its back like a cat, trying to expose maximum surface area to the ministrations of the box fan and melting into a big furry puddle. Yes, of course, creativity is a cat--or some days a herd of cats, cranky, evil-tempered, naturally perverse cats. Hadn't you realized?). Also, when I was "tidying" my desk before we left for Los Angeles (a process which consisted of stuffing everything into drawers and file boxes so that there wouldn't be anything left out where my evil Napoleonic cat--real cat, not metaphorical, even my creativity isn't that, er, gifted--could find and destroy it), I put the index cards on which I keep track of short story submissions Somewhere Safe (::horrifed intake of breath from the audience::). I have this vague memory of thinking, I'll remember if I put it here, but not even a whisper of a shred of a clue where "here" might have been.

::beats head gently against desk::

So the chances of my actually overcoming my baser nature and accomplishing anything today are, um, slim. I'll let y'all know how it turns out.

Comments

[pameladean]

I am so with you about the heat. Urgh. We have some window air conditioners, which make sleep possible, and I even have one in my office, making work possible, but it's like being under siege. Venture into the staircase with a pile of laundry and one is immediately struck into a puddle of sweat with little socks sticking out of it.

P.

[eliade.livejournal.com]

my creativity is lying fallow (sprawled out on its back like a cat, trying to expose maximum surface area to the ministrations of the box fan and melting into a big furry puddle. Yes, of course, creativity is a cat--or some days a herd of cats, cranky, evil-tempered, naturally perverse cats. Hadn't you realized?).

Looooove this. *grin*

[handworn.livejournal.com]

Yes, of course, creativity is a cat--or some days a herd of cats, cranky, evil-tempered, naturally perverse cats. Hadn't you realized?

So you're courting the mews?

[truepenny.livejournal.com]

Ow.

You are a very bad person, and that is a brilliantly bad pun.