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i am tired and i love my dogs even if they are clingy and one of them is scared of the bath. Tomorrow I'm going to be running a speedwriting event thing and I really need to make more plans for my own contribution, as the two ideas I have down are beyond daft.
I've been getting into the Science Tarot a bit; the catch is that it makes me want to devote much more understanding to it than (in most areas) I have, partly because - I am like this with theme decks - one wants to be in a position to dispute with it, or at least understand what the structure behind it was like before the deck was imposed upon it. (One really weird redundancy; the explanation the Science Tarot gives of the court cards involves neurotransmitters and part of me went 'urgh' reading about it...but then it doesn't actually show up in the deck at all. It's just in the booklet. And I was fearing this would cause massive sexism, but no, not only are there a fair few female knights and kings, but all the queens are male and so is the Empress. Score.)
Also: I've been reading a scanned copy of God of Confusion online recently because I needed to know more and it was there, hosted on the grounds that it's old, out of print and still bloody useful. (also: canon mpreg)
Um. I dunno if I've ever mentioned Pattern Recognition here? It's by Gibson, I read it in 2003, and there's a bit early on in it about climbing up Primrose Hill, which I first read a couple of hours after I first climbed up Primrose Hill.
The book continued in the same vein. Inconsequential detail from my then-life, inconsequential detail from my then-life, rehash of half the plot of Count Zero, inconsequential BUT FUNNY detail from my then-life, interesting bit of prose, plot detail that forked away from my then-life in a way that was infuriating at the time but which later turned out to have been 100% precient. I'm told it's a great book; I certainly had fun reading it, but am not in a position to assess it in any way other than as a long list of totally inconsequential things in the book that were also in my life.
Early on, I was unsettled; by the end I was totally apathetic, 'hi Rori', and waiting for the next one to come along (as it always did). This is how Set is.
I'm no longer god-shocked at how many little pieces of him I already had down, merely waiting resignedly for the next one to poke its head up. The latest is a metaphor (one significant enough that I've kept its literal form in my handbag for the last few years) that I've used in my head - and sometimes here - for ages (in conjunction with other things in my head which I have found out are expressions of Set) and which I thought was mine alone - it appears on the fricking Metternich stela. I've never heard anyone else use it ever ever ever. *facepalm*
Need sleep, insomnia is begging me not to try. ffffffff
I've been getting into the Science Tarot a bit; the catch is that it makes me want to devote much more understanding to it than (in most areas) I have, partly because - I am like this with theme decks - one wants to be in a position to dispute with it, or at least understand what the structure behind it was like before the deck was imposed upon it. (One really weird redundancy; the explanation the Science Tarot gives of the court cards involves neurotransmitters and part of me went 'urgh' reading about it...but then it doesn't actually show up in the deck at all. It's just in the booklet. And I was fearing this would cause massive sexism, but no, not only are there a fair few female knights and kings, but all the queens are male and so is the Empress. Score.)
Also: I've been reading a scanned copy of God of Confusion online recently because I needed to know more and it was there, hosted on the grounds that it's old, out of print and still bloody useful. (also: canon mpreg)
Um. I dunno if I've ever mentioned Pattern Recognition here? It's by Gibson, I read it in 2003, and there's a bit early on in it about climbing up Primrose Hill, which I first read a couple of hours after I first climbed up Primrose Hill.
The book continued in the same vein. Inconsequential detail from my then-life, inconsequential detail from my then-life, rehash of half the plot of Count Zero, inconsequential BUT FUNNY detail from my then-life, interesting bit of prose, plot detail that forked away from my then-life in a way that was infuriating at the time but which later turned out to have been 100% precient. I'm told it's a great book; I certainly had fun reading it, but am not in a position to assess it in any way other than as a long list of totally inconsequential things in the book that were also in my life.
Early on, I was unsettled; by the end I was totally apathetic, 'hi Rori', and waiting for the next one to come along (as it always did). This is how Set is.
I'm no longer god-shocked at how many little pieces of him I already had down, merely waiting resignedly for the next one to poke its head up. The latest is a metaphor (one significant enough that I've kept its literal form in my handbag for the last few years) that I've used in my head - and sometimes here - for ages (in conjunction with other things in my head which I have found out are expressions of Set) and which I thought was mine alone - it appears on the fricking Metternich stela. I've never heard anyone else use it ever ever ever. *facepalm*
Need sleep, insomnia is begging me not to try. ffffffff