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delusions of winter
Friday, 3 November 2006 10:55 amWoke up this morning to thunder, cold and bucketing rain. I love this town's climate. It damned well insists that it doesn't have to have a reason. The tendency to random downpour did rather challenge the Evil Landlord's ingenuity in braaing last night, during the course of an evening hosted to celebrate ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bumpycat's whirlwind visit to the Mother City, but German gumption prevailed, and everyone ended up fed as well as exposed to their due allocation of bumpiness. In the weird way the blogsphere has of permeating actual meatspace, the new catch phrase that emerged from the evening is "Don't mention the elephants!" Mostly because the word makes me twitch.
I am somewhat concerned that, quietly, while I wasn't looking, it has, in defiance of probability, become November. Of course this sneaking-up has taken a certain degree of talented ostrich-style refusal to face the facts on my part, as teh Internet in its entirety has burgeoned forth into Halloween tweeness for the last week or so, something of a dead giveaway about the end of October, but basically I'm the goddess of denial.
So, November. The submission deadline for these thrice-dratted book updates, henceforth referred to in tactful, disguising acronym as TDBUs, is the end of December. (See denial, goddess of, above). Warning to witterers: blog posts for the next two months are going to include a certain amount of foaming at the ears about structuralism as I wrestle the TDBUs into submission. (A bit like dealing with the DTs, only the hallucinations are considerably drier).
In other November news, my Star Wars calendar is featuring several fanboy-gladdening views of Princess Leia in a stupid bronze bikini outfit, and looking mightily pissed off about it. Not as pissed off, however, as this dog has every right to be, although I think the congresswoman white robe gives him a certain serene dignity, no?
bumpycat's whirlwind visit to the Mother City, but German gumption prevailed, and everyone ended up fed as well as exposed to their due allocation of bumpiness. In the weird way the blogsphere has of permeating actual meatspace, the new catch phrase that emerged from the evening is "Don't mention the elephants!" Mostly because the word makes me twitch.I am somewhat concerned that, quietly, while I wasn't looking, it has, in defiance of probability, become November. Of course this sneaking-up has taken a certain degree of talented ostrich-style refusal to face the facts on my part, as teh Internet in its entirety has burgeoned forth into Halloween tweeness for the last week or so, something of a dead giveaway about the end of October, but basically I'm the goddess of denial.
So, November. The submission deadline for these thrice-dratted book updates, henceforth referred to in tactful, disguising acronym as TDBUs, is the end of December. (See denial, goddess of, above). Warning to witterers: blog posts for the next two months are going to include a certain amount of foaming at the ears about structuralism as I wrestle the TDBUs into submission. (A bit like dealing with the DTs, only the hallucinations are considerably drier).
In other November news, my Star Wars calendar is featuring several fanboy-gladdening views of Princess Leia in a stupid bronze bikini outfit, and looking mightily pissed off about it. Not as pissed off, however, as this dog has every right to be, although I think the congresswoman white robe gives him a certain serene dignity, no?
