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I sing with impertinence, shading impermanent chords, with my words
Thursday, 20 March 2008 09:28 amPhooey. This last chapter is only a couple of hours of solid work away from completion, but do you think I can find a couple of hours? Not bloody likely. The student predicaments in the last few days have been particularly baroque. However, in an unusual reversal of the usual sod's law, I face this problem with equanimity owing to the FOUR DAY WEEKEND! coming up.
On the upside, I feel that readers of this blog, who had to deal with the resulting angst while I wrote 30 000 words on about 30 different topics for the encyclopedia year before last, might like to know that it's out, and my copy arrived yesterday. It's... substantial - three volumes. While I don't actually remember writing a lot of those entries which are cheerfully suffixed by my name, some of them are actually quite good. I never realised I knew so much on such a range of bizarre topics.
Last Night I Dreamed: Scully and Mulder got married. In an insane asylum. After having pledged eternal affection in a garden at the age of about 11, and then being separated for about 20 years by the machinations of an evil dude who I think, on reflection, might have been Steve Martin, who got them both committed. The ceremony, in a sort of giant wooden amphitheatre completely filled with insane people, was very moving. The bride and groom both wore straitjackets.
No, I have no fucking idea why.
On the upside, I feel that readers of this blog, who had to deal with the resulting angst while I wrote 30 000 words on about 30 different topics for the encyclopedia year before last, might like to know that it's out, and my copy arrived yesterday. It's... substantial - three volumes. While I don't actually remember writing a lot of those entries which are cheerfully suffixed by my name, some of them are actually quite good. I never realised I knew so much on such a range of bizarre topics.
Last Night I Dreamed: Scully and Mulder got married. In an insane asylum. After having pledged eternal affection in a garden at the age of about 11, and then being separated for about 20 years by the machinations of an evil dude who I think, on reflection, might have been Steve Martin, who got them both committed. The ceremony, in a sort of giant wooden amphitheatre completely filled with insane people, was very moving. The bride and groom both wore straitjackets.
No, I have no fucking idea why.
