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And that is the only time I will ever quote Led Zeppelin. I hate Led Zeppelin. Passionately and with sporks, I hate Led Zeppelin.
However, I love Townes Van Zandt and She Wants Revenge and the Decemberists.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
graeae gave me a metric assload of CDs last week that I am not-really-quickly listening to, particularly given that I am still listening to CDs that I bought recently. The musical odyssey that defined December continues! I think it might be tied to the rain. Because there is a lot of rain here. My favourite bit is how, five minutes prior to any outing I make, the rain changes from "gentle but constant", according to what I see when I look out the window anyway, into "pounding brass stair-rods o' doom".
Relatedly, I need new windshield wipers. If you live in Seattle and see a silver Dodge Neon with no left turn signal and grease smudges on the front wheel arches (I have got to wash the car, but it seems sort of redundant, given how much rain we've had lately), I advise you to get out of my way because frankly? I can't see you.
Actually, what I really need is a new windshield. When I bought the car, the windshield wipers were the worst I have ever seen, to the point that they actually damaged the windshield itself, right in front of the driver. So there's this five-inch-wide band of what looks like streaking but is probably some sort of really fine scratching.
I never thought I'd say this, but unemployment is slightly starting to suck, and not for financial reasons, but because by the time I get a rhythm to this, it'll be fucked up by someone calling me to work. I'm not doing well on writing (actually, I'm not doing well on doing anything before noon) or finishing some sewing projects, but I did finish The Dark Tower today, so maybe I can stave off At All Costs until I can Get Some Shit Done.
Though, thinking about it, I'm not sure if I'm not able to write because of the unemployment and the weird "well, I can't do anything till eleven anyway in case they call me to work somewhere" mood, or if I'm getting depressed. Which I need to work on. I don't feel depressed, but a good sign of that is that I am not able to do anything. And I hate being depressed and I know how to deal with it in about ten seconds flat, so that's enough about that.
I have to admit that if I can just figure out WHAT needs to be said in Chapter 17, it'll be a fucking breeze, and then I will have a great deal of what happens next worked out because this is the great double crossing chapter - and I need to get on to editing the stuff that I have completed that's not been sent out, because in most cases it's been done since October. Not that I'm procrastinating or anything, no, really. Seriously, I have...*thinks*...five completed-but-unedited pieces that I need to edit (in one case for length, which I NEVER have to do, omg) and get out there. And I'm trying to decide if I want to send a query to Leading Edge now or at the end of the month. I've waited almost the full reading period, and I probably should have queried earlier, huh?
I am not going into any of the misbehaviour that happened around my grandfather's (hereinafter referred to as Jim, because relationships ARE optional and I don't claim that one) funeral, except to say that some of it sucked and some of it was actually a lot of fun - though it would have been nice if my dad hadn't used the opportunity to point out how much more FUN to talk to my brother is than I am because I don't talk about guns or fishing or wars, I just talk about Other Things.
And apparently I am some sort of bad-person-dumping ground, in that I now, as the only extant left-handed member of my family have inherited the only extant left-handed gun from Jim, so I own a .243 rifle that I'm going to take up to Kenmore some day and shoot and decide if I want it or not. And apparently my dad is planning on having another left-handed rifle made for me from rifle bits that he took from Don's (my mother's ex-husband and general asshole) estate. I suppose it's a good thing I don't believe in karma, innit.
Blather blather blather.
However, I love Townes Van Zandt and She Wants Revenge and the Decemberists.
graeae gave me a metric assload of CDs last week that I am not-really-quickly listening to, particularly given that I am still listening to CDs that I bought recently. The musical odyssey that defined December continues! I think it might be tied to the rain. Because there is a lot of rain here. My favourite bit is how, five minutes prior to any outing I make, the rain changes from "gentle but constant", according to what I see when I look out the window anyway, into "pounding brass stair-rods o' doom".Relatedly, I need new windshield wipers. If you live in Seattle and see a silver Dodge Neon with no left turn signal and grease smudges on the front wheel arches (I have got to wash the car, but it seems sort of redundant, given how much rain we've had lately), I advise you to get out of my way because frankly? I can't see you.
Actually, what I really need is a new windshield. When I bought the car, the windshield wipers were the worst I have ever seen, to the point that they actually damaged the windshield itself, right in front of the driver. So there's this five-inch-wide band of what looks like streaking but is probably some sort of really fine scratching.
I never thought I'd say this, but unemployment is slightly starting to suck, and not for financial reasons, but because by the time I get a rhythm to this, it'll be fucked up by someone calling me to work. I'm not doing well on writing (actually, I'm not doing well on doing anything before noon) or finishing some sewing projects, but I did finish The Dark Tower today, so maybe I can stave off At All Costs until I can Get Some Shit Done.
Though, thinking about it, I'm not sure if I'm not able to write because of the unemployment and the weird "well, I can't do anything till eleven anyway in case they call me to work somewhere" mood, or if I'm getting depressed. Which I need to work on. I don't feel depressed, but a good sign of that is that I am not able to do anything. And I hate being depressed and I know how to deal with it in about ten seconds flat, so that's enough about that.
I have to admit that if I can just figure out WHAT needs to be said in Chapter 17, it'll be a fucking breeze, and then I will have a great deal of what happens next worked out because this is the great double crossing chapter - and I need to get on to editing the stuff that I have completed that's not been sent out, because in most cases it's been done since October. Not that I'm procrastinating or anything, no, really. Seriously, I have...*thinks*...five completed-but-unedited pieces that I need to edit (in one case for length, which I NEVER have to do, omg) and get out there. And I'm trying to decide if I want to send a query to Leading Edge now or at the end of the month. I've waited almost the full reading period, and I probably should have queried earlier, huh?
I am not going into any of the misbehaviour that happened around my grandfather's (hereinafter referred to as Jim, because relationships ARE optional and I don't claim that one) funeral, except to say that some of it sucked and some of it was actually a lot of fun - though it would have been nice if my dad hadn't used the opportunity to point out how much more FUN to talk to my brother is than I am because I don't talk about guns or fishing or wars, I just talk about Other Things.
And apparently I am some sort of bad-person-dumping ground, in that I now, as the only extant left-handed member of my family have inherited the only extant left-handed gun from Jim, so I own a .243 rifle that I'm going to take up to Kenmore some day and shoot and decide if I want it or not. And apparently my dad is planning on having another left-handed rifle made for me from rifle bits that he took from Don's (my mother's ex-husband and general asshole) estate. I suppose it's a good thing I don't believe in karma, innit.
Blather blather blather.
