Saturday, 11 October 2003
I got some writing done. I've got a nicely revised 400 or so words of the first scene of my zeppelin story, and the start of the next scene. That takes me up to where my outline starts. I'm pleased. I'm having a lot of fun with this.
I realized that I probably ought to have a torture scene in this story--something scary but inventive and outrageous. I've just started thinking about that.
When Jackie's stockpile of yarn and fiber spills out and threatens to take over the entire apartment, I declare a wool containment breach. Today she not only picked up some natural-dyed wool, she also bought some wool (and some cotton) from a guildmate who had acquired a large mixed batch of yarns.
This evening she started stacking up cones of weaving yarn on the CD rack, making it impossible to get to CDs by performers whose names begin with the letters M through Z.
So, I had no choice. I made siren-like "Whoop whoop whoop" noises and declared a wool containment breach.
The haz-mat crew is taking remedial action even as I type.
The guys I work with sometimes cut out of work in mid-afternoon and go see a movie. (We call it going to an "offsite colloquium.") The movies selected are usually those that our wives would just as soon skip. One factor in selecting a movie is our estimate of the number of "quality kills" the movie is likely to have.
Quality kills, of course, are those where the violence is particularly graphic and particularly gratuitous.
Well, we hit the jackpot yesterday with "Kill Bill." I don't think it's going to be beat anytime soon, probably not even by "Kill Bill 2."
Got some walking in today. Got a haircut. (On general principles, I like to be well-groomed when crossing international borders.) Read a little. (I've finished Stephenson's Quicksilver (wonderful!) and am reading A Place So Foreign and Eight More by Cory Doctorow. Good stuff.