Card carrying member

I got another of my favorite kinds of cards today: a library card. Rejoice, but quietly, deep inside! Although not packed to the rafters the way I normally like a library to be, I still found a few volumes to take home:
The Mother Tongue by Bill Bryson (books about language = love)
Why a Painting Is Like a Pizza: A Guide to Understanding and Enjoying Modern Art by Nancy G. Heller (because it sounds true)
The Encyclopedia of Jewelry-Making Techniques by Jinks McGrath (which is on my Amazon wishlist and now I can determine if it should stay there)
The New Macrame by Katie DuMont (because who hasn’t needed to brush up these skills)
These were all found at the new Falcon library just south of us, but next time we’ll check out the older Mandurah library just to see what they’ve got sitting around (besides the toddler sing/play group that was meeting today — quiet please! — and the elder ladies having a discussion circle — good decibel level, thanks.)


campfire stories, William Gibson style

Just in time for Hallowe’en, a few spoooooooky stories, internet style:
But Andrew didn’t want to go. Dave got into that argument with him about how it was the perfect setup for a young bachelor, house all to yourself, party time, Risky Business, and Andrew kept saying it was too cold there for a party. Too cold. I distinctly remember that. Don’t fail to click the updates link, and follow up all the tendrils as they spread…
I will NOT reveal the location of the cave to ANYONE for ANY REASON! [spoiler] Ted the Caver’s page by page description of his close call in Mystery Cave takes its action directly from Thomas Lera’s short story “The Fear of Darkness.” Oddly enough, the staccato online delivery of the story packs more punch, building from a mildly interesting account of a caving day-trip to nerve-pounding fear.
– Finally, a post entitled I found a digital camera in the woods! was smeared all over the net a few years ago, but I found the photos still alive and kicking here and here.
Turn out the lights and enjoy!

Screw your courage to the sticking place

Shakespeare porn.

No, really: Shakespeare porn. Do you suppose they renamed Puck?

Also, I’m afraid, Shakespeare slash.

“Things I will not do when I direct a Shakespeare production, on stage or film,” part I, part II, and part III. Includes such wisdom as:

The ghost of Hamlet’s father will not be played by the entire ensemble underneath a giant piece of diaphanous black material.
Olivia probably should not say “Most wonderful!” as if she’s thinking “THREESOME!
I will not have my weird sisters hump each other.
I will also never use ACTUAL snakes. Ever.

Hold me

Today I wandered through my tiny local bookstore trying to find some light reading in German. I’m not at the level to read the books that really interest me. Instead I need a book that doesn’t send me to the dictionary every other sentence and, well, the only books that fulfill that requirement are of the “chick lit” kind. Hold me, I’m scared.
Perhaps it’s time to push myself and not try to understand everything I read.
Thanks for the holding, I’m okay now. I’ve decided to read Die Physiker. Here’s the English version.

NaNoWriMo Day One

I’m a few words above 1’700, but unfortunately it has taken me all damn day to write them. This is much harder than the last time — not last year which didn’t see me write even one word, but the year before that. I quit at 10’000 words back then and I don’t have much hope for this year either, but here I am with the start of a story. I need help and lots of caffeine.