Technical Difficulties

So, for reasons known to no one (bad brain chemistry? bad conjunction of planets?) I am having a lousy day, with that special Eeyore kind of glumness that feels like standing up to your ankles in cold mud while rain drips down the back of your neck and you wait for the bus to take you to the first day back from Christmas vacation of your eighth grade year.

Yeah. That.

Ergo, I was doing, for my own dim entertainment, the meme that heresluck just posted about (Jungle Jim would be the name of my band, and the album would be Phone Calls Taper Off, in case you were wondering), and the quote up from the Johnny Carson quote that produced the album title was this:

They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.
--Andy Warhol

And that is so goddamned true I had to post it.

My book catalogue is complete through the B's. (Except of course for the A and B books that I've bought since the last time I actually updated my old catalogue. Tra la.)

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matociquala has a couple of breath-stealingly beautiful posts--quite different from each other--about the place where she lives.

I can't write about place like that. I only wish I could.

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Another quote for today:

Down in the lab, Edward collects brains in jars, cackles wickedly, plots the downfall of his bosses, and wears what can only be described as the worst wig in the history of movie-making. This is a wig with such godawful presence that it permits Edward to use editorial "we" without sounding like a schizophrenic. Clearly, when he says "We'll show them who's in charge!" - by "we" he means "me and this-here wig."
    --wicked_wish, reviewing Beyond the Walls of Sleep. Remember, kids, she watches 'em so we don't have to.

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I'm on page 271 of A Companion to Wolves. The one place where Bear's virtues do not balance my defects and vice versa is the part where we both love complicated syntax. Some of these sentences should be taken out and shot for their own good.

TRUEPENNY: [reading aloud from the SFBC catalogue, slowly and incredulously] Bad Girls from Mars.
HERE'S LUCK: Do what now?
MATOCIQUALA: That's where we keep them, didn't you know? Good girls are from Venus, bad girls are from Mars
HERE'S LUCK: That explains a lot about the men, doesn't it?

The Second Son: 301 words

Every word written is a good word. It may not be right, but it's still good.

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Muses resemble women who creep out at night and give themselves to unknown sailors and return to talk of Chinese porcelain.
    --W. B. Yeats, quoted in Brenda Maddox, Yeats's Ghosts: The Secret Life of W. B. Yeats (New York: Perennial - HarperCollins Publishers, 2000).

A werewolf is its own excuse.
    --matociquala, in conversation