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By ana (Mon Jan 17, 2011 at 04:35:41 PM EST) fun-loving cowwqas. (all tags)
Do you know where your ________ are?

Wits, I think, is how I'd fill in that blank.

And the answer is no, not really. But I'm okay with that.

At Christmas time, I went to visit my folks, who are still living in the house they built when I was in college, uh, 35 years ago or so. Jeez. I'm coming up on my 40th high school reunion next summer...

Anyway. It was good to get out of the house, away for a week, having somebody else to worry about for a while. The cat did fine; my carpool buddy even shoveled the front walk so the mailman could get in.

Wednesday last we had a pretty classic Nor'easter. Rain coming up the coast, cold air already here, a front or some kind of energy coming in from the west. Low moves off Cape Cod and the circulation around it picks up ocean moisture and drops it as snow. In my case, about a cubit. ("What's a cubit?" you ask.) Work and choir were both canceled that day, so pretty much all I had to do was dig. I did it in 3 stages, doing sidewalks the first time, driveway, plus what accumulated on the sidewalks the second time, and then re-digging out the end of the driveway (through the 4' berm left by the snow plows). I gave up on the street corner, where they pile all the snow out of the intersection by my house. At least this time they didn't collapse the trench between the snowbank and the retaining wall, as they sometimes do.

I recently got the bootleg CD from a Girlyman concert we attended. It was fun, hearing them live again. They do the recording, mixing, etc. and send it to paying customers when they're done. Anyway, fun band. See them if they come near you. They've been curtailing their touring a bit because Doris Muramatsu was recently diagnosed with some kind of blood cancer. It's quite treatable, and she's much better now, but still.

Which seems to be something of a trend for 2010. My Official Best Friend had an odd lesion removed from his arse, last October or so. Standard procedure is to biopsy it, and it turned out to be cancerous. Apparently there's some controversy in the oncological community about what kind of cancer exactly, and very thorough checkups found nothing else, so the prescription is radiation at the site of the tumor for a month, which kinda ruined his Christmas holiday.

Another friend had a mastectomy in December. And another is being treated for cervical cancer.

I heard a story on the radio yesterday, speculating that in order for multicellular organisms to evolve, they have to be subject to radiation, etc. and that sometimes (usually) produces lethal or malignant results. Thank your lucky genes.

Speaking of bands, I found a blurb in the newspaper about acts you should check out, and you really should check out Lia Ices. She's kinda sorta reminiscent of Feist, in some ways.

I had this idea back in October that maybe I'd write a nano based around an ensemble of characters and their relationships, with something like a short story from the point of view of each one, and introducing the next. Some further work on that has been promising, comma, but.

The other day I decided to use a chicken leg I had in the freezer to make tacos, so I had to cut little pieces of meat off the bone. With a chef knife. Tricky, though I did it without much waste or personal injury.

Writing is a bit like that. There's a lot of baggage that wants to come along for the ride, but it really has to be dissected out with a meat cleaver and left, as it were, on the cutting room floor.  In a previous writing spree, I put the results of my First Law of Writing ("When in doubt, write smut") into another file, just to keep it out of the main narrative. Now some of those characters want their own stories.

"We shall see," said Big Max.

A propos of snow days, a friend of ours who's Muslim was explaining, in late December, to her four year-old daughter the concept of a snow day. Says A: "I bet that's a holiday everybody celebrates!"

And a big welcome to friend bzcanoe, who's recently joined us from the larger internet.

i think that's all for now...

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Seems safer to hand-pull by ammoniacal (2.00 / 0) #1 Mon Jan 17, 2011 at 04:45:06 PM EST
chicken flesh than risk cutting yourself. Those plastic gloves are cheaper than an ER visit.

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

Towels by Vulch (4.00 / 1) #2 Mon Jan 17, 2011 at 04:46:50 PM EST
One (small) in the kitchen, three (two large, one small) in the airing cupboard, one (large) in the laundry basket, one (small) in my bedroom, one (small) in the bathroom and some tatty spares (various) under one of the beds in the front spare bedroom...

You should always know where your towel is.

I've got half a mind by Phage (2.00 / 0) #3 Tue Jan 18, 2011 at 09:00:14 AM EST
to join the BNP(1).
It's all I need.

(1) For furriners = Neonazi party.

"When in doubt, write smut" - Brilliant.

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