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bumpycat and wytchfynder, who pointed me here and thus sparked this tragically obvious rediscovery of my goth roots.
In other news: Anansi Boys. I went forth and bought it yesterday, recking not the damage to my long-suffering credit card since this is Work, dammit, Work! (I also, with enormous self-restraint, didn't buy the new Terry Pratchett, although if ever there was an excuse for self-indulgent frothy book buying, wisdom teeth removal is it). I'm very glad I did grab Anansi Boys, actually, it's an interesting document in the ever more folkloric progression that is Neil Gaiman. I really enjoyed it; basically, it's about being incredibly embarassed by karaoke, which is a sentiment I can heartily grok. It's also about the self-conscious battle for the control of narrative, which means I can spend several sentences being pretentious about it in this encyclopedia entry. Money for jam.
My worst fears are realised: this morning's preparation for a random SCA picnic suffered a temporary setback when I discovered that my first batch of pastry was liberally laced with pewter shavings, presumably from the Evil Landlord's casting efforts last night. So, not Chicken Pewter surprise, quite, but certainly Strawberry Tart Unexpected Crunch. Had to toss the lot. Am accepting tenders for bodily harm to said Evil Landlord. Dammit.
I'm also somewhat cross that the local movie networks have changed their minds on showing Serenity. It was supposed to be released by Ster Kinekor on 18th November. The buzz on the grapevine is that that has been moved to mid-January. Ritual suicide may be an option.
bumpycat and wytchfynder, who pointed me here and thus sparked this tragically obvious rediscovery of my goth roots.In other news: Anansi Boys. I went forth and bought it yesterday, recking not the damage to my long-suffering credit card since this is Work, dammit, Work! (I also, with enormous self-restraint, didn't buy the new Terry Pratchett, although if ever there was an excuse for self-indulgent frothy book buying, wisdom teeth removal is it). I'm very glad I did grab Anansi Boys, actually, it's an interesting document in the ever more folkloric progression that is Neil Gaiman. I really enjoyed it; basically, it's about being incredibly embarassed by karaoke, which is a sentiment I can heartily grok. It's also about the self-conscious battle for the control of narrative, which means I can spend several sentences being pretentious about it in this encyclopedia entry. Money for jam.
My worst fears are realised: this morning's preparation for a random SCA picnic suffered a temporary setback when I discovered that my first batch of pastry was liberally laced with pewter shavings, presumably from the Evil Landlord's casting efforts last night. So, not Chicken Pewter surprise, quite, but certainly Strawberry Tart Unexpected Crunch. Had to toss the lot. Am accepting tenders for bodily harm to said Evil Landlord. Dammit.
I'm also somewhat cross that the local movie networks have changed their minds on showing Serenity. It was supposed to be released by Ster Kinekor on 18th November. The buzz on the grapevine is that that has been moved to mid-January. Ritual suicide may be an option.
