oh fer the love of ... !

[truepenny]

So help me, I just figured out the main plot arc of The Sidhe Tigers, the postcolonial literature of elves baseball novel.

This is indirectly elisem's fault, because Sidhe Tigers is her work, as is Engineering for Elves and Eating the Dark Flower, and last night she put up earrings called Elves in the Wheatfield Breakdown: a song for banjo, which I was not, alas, quick enough on the draw to bag. But it made me start thinking about The Sidhe Tigers again. And this morning I know things I didn't know last night.

The human protagonist is an African-American slugger named Marigold Dempsey. Last night I didn't know there was a human protagonist.

I don't really groove with the concept of Muses. What I think I have is Cats of Creativity. And one of them just dropped half a very dead vole on my foot.

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[fidelioscabinet.livejournal.com]

I now have a vision of Homer smiting his bloomin' lyre, and singing "Sing, Goddess of the wrath of Peleus'..." at which point Calliope hands him a snakes-in-a-can container and tells him to buzz off because she's not in the mood to do more than that for him just then.

[nagasvoice.livejournal.com]

Snakes, why'd it have to be snakes...

[elisem.livejournal.com]

Gotta say, this comment slays me every time I read it. I just about hurt myself laughing at it again just now.