dumblemop: (love)
Since I decided yesterday to do up my concept in cyberpunk instead of run-of-the-mill sword-and-sorcery fantasy, I realized I already had the perfect playlist to accompany my writing.

Inside of You, In Spite of You - ThouShaltNot
Heaven's Gaze - The Crüxshadows
White Rabbit - Collide
Extreme Ways - Moby
Ready Steady Go - Paul Oakenfold
Panic Switch - Silversun Pickups
Battle Flag - Lo Fidelity Allstars
Tears - The Crüxshadows
Tesko Suicide - Sneaker Pimps
Girl and the Sea - The Presets
Cherry Blossom Girl - Air
Don't Panic - Coldplay
Dissolved Girl - Massive Attack
Dirge - Death in Vegas
Requiem for a Dream - Paul Oakenfold
Eden - Hooverphonic
Angel - Massive Attack
Silent Shout - The Knife
11h30 - Danger
Technologic - Daft Punk
Reinvent the Pain - Neuroticfish
tiktikboom - Peter Gresser
Aletheuo (Truthspeaking) - DJ Krush feat. Angelina Esparza
Let Go - Frou Frou
Natural Blues - Moby
Boten Anna - Basshunter
Dragostea Din Tei - O-zone
Bale Out - RevoLucian
Sinnerman (Felix da Housecat's Heavenly House Remix) - Nina Simone
Ordinary World - Aurora feat. Naimee Coleman
Leva's Polka (bbm remix) - Loituma
Face the Music (Kascade Club Mix Edit) - Conjure One

I call it EEPROM because it resonated for some reason, which at one point I backronym'd, but can't remember what I came up with (it really stands for Electrically Erasable Programmable Read-Only Memory).

I might, for the purposes of this writing experiment, add in some .hack//SIGN and Ghost in the Shell tunes (See-Saw, Origa, and Yoko Kanno for the most part) which aren't originally in this mix but have the appropriate mien; also wishing I had more Imogen Heap.

(Heh. The auto-detect location thinks I'm in St. Louis.)

[fan rant]

Jul. 12th, 2007 07:43 pm
dumblemop: (love)
I just finished Dragonseye, and there's a problem.

This book is set at the beginning of the Second Pass. There is no mention of the drum towers.

I know for sure that Todd McCaffrey's Dragonsblood speaks of the drum towers while Wind Blossom is still alive, sometime during the First Pass and soon after the emigration to the Northern Continent.

I think that either Dragonsdawn or Chronicles of Pern: First Fall mentioned or detailed the invention and inception of the drum towers, both of which were written before Dragonseye.

If they did, what was Anne smoking when she wrote Dragonseye to thus disregard her own canon with no explanation?

If I'm remembering wrong and they don't, what was Todd smoking when he wrote Dragonsblood to thus disregard his mother's canon with no explanation, and even base a significant part of the story in a setting that places the creation of the drum towers during Wind Blossom's lifetime.

That said, my trawling of the internets turned up no help on this subject, but it did reveal that another Pern book is expected for 2008. Ann was born in 1926. She's 81. Wow. May I have the fortune and the strength to make a comparable impact on the world.

[/fan rant]
dumblemop: (peace)
I finally have something to put in the middle of my Phish monologue. I knew if I waited long enough something would come along.

Besides that...hm. It kind of feels like there is absolutely nothing going on here after coming through the summer at camp. Which is weird. I'm used to being busy.

I'm wearing my contacts today. We picked up some dailies from the optometrist yesterday. I'm supposed to compare them to the two-week ones. I don't know. I think I look funny without my glasses on--I haven't worn contacts in ages. But it means I get to wear my Emerald City shades, so. But the right one is giving me trouble right now, so I don't know what's up with that.

There are things I should do. Like vacuuming and packing for WI--for which, by the way, we are departing tomorrow, apparently. But I like sweeping ever so much better, and one of my mother's stipulations for my clothing is a nice outfit that doesn't include jeans. Whatever. Maybe I'll take the shirt from the summer.

I'm restless. Which means I should go do something and work it out. Really I just miss people. Like, I miss having people around. Like I like my quiet time, but I like there always being someone to talk to, or hang out with, or problems that I can fix, people I can make feel better, things I can take care of. Which is the horrible double standard I have about home. So in an effort to be a better person than I am, I'm just going to go take care of the crap I have to take care of. At least I only have to vacuum the downstairs.

dumblemop: (crayons)
I mowed the lawn today. It took me one full rendition of Wicked and then another run through up to "Dancing Through Life." I'm not really sure how much time that is in hours because I wasn't really paying attention. Then I took a shower. Now I'm taking refuge from the heat in the family room. Eventually I'll have to go back to organising my room when my parents remember that I exist.

I'm not sure whether I got a sunburn on my face or not. Maybe not, maybe a little one. I'm reheating my sesame chicken from last night for lunch. Late, because I woke up at 11:30.

It's nice to have stories. Liz is always like "so what are you up to?" and I'm always like "nothing much." I just always have this feeling that other people's stories are more interesting than mine, so I hardly ever share any. That and most people like telling their own stories better than hearing other people's, so I listen. And I like listening, it's not a role that I resent, but after awhile it gets on people's nerves to be around someone so attentive and silent.

My mom is in love with this story I wrote when--judging by the other contents of the notebook and my handwriting--I was in sixth grade. It started out as "The Red Dragon" and was later changed to "The 999 Steps of the Queen's Palace" or something like that. I deleted the latest computer copy of it at the behest of Lindsay so it seems like the only copy that remains is the "original manuscript" which I found in the basement last week, because any other copies of it would have been on the computer that had its harddrive accidentally wiped. BUT, I found some floppies in the basement when I was going through my school stuff that are labeled with stories I was working on around the same time, and "999 Steps" is one of them, but I haven't had a chance to look at it yet.

Anyway, she thinks it's the best story evar and it would make a wonderful children's book and that I should get it published with illustrations, and so on. And she's been of this opinion since I wrote it. I don't really know what to make of that--or of the story anymore. I remember writing it--in the middle of the night after rereading my lovely dragon book--I remember editing it at various later points--I wanted to submit it to Yahara River in seventh grade but it was just over two pages double-spaced so I had to write and submit "Fizzy Cheese and Clocks" instead *liberal eyeroll*--but it doesn't really seem mine anymore.

None of my writing feels mine. As soon as I'm done writing it it's...not a part of me anymore, somehow. And that seems obvious but it's like...I feel like all writing should have some kind of umbilical cord back to its creator. And mine doesn't. And it's nothing to do with voice (which is what my dad obsesses over about my writing), it's something different that I can't quite quantify. I know whether writing is mine or not because I wrote it--but that's different too, somehow.

With the notebook containing the red dragon story, I also found the other notebook that looks just like it but it's college-ruled instead of wide-ruled and it's missing its cover. This second notebook--which is actualy the first--was the one I used at Mararet's Young Writers Workshop at Borders in Madison all those years. So there are such gems as "Sitting with my back to a chainlink fence somewhere in the middle of summer" and "Alyssa's Garden" and "One Lone Pea." Some of it is actually pretty good, I think, especially at that age. Some of them suck so hard I just laugh for writing them. Some of them aren't that great but I'm still fond of them for various reasons. I think I'll post some of the better and worse ones for contrast later on.

I got my period on Friday, which sucked. I was standing in the dining hall watching my kids and went "ah, shit, there it is." And of course I didn't have anything with me because I don't keep track of when I'm supposed to get it, partly because I'm lazy, partly because a week of thinking about it is enough per month, and partly because I don't always get it anyway--it's all in my suitcase, which is in the trunk of Trinity's car. So while Rob would probably have just bemoaned my fate and made do with toilet paper until I could find a convenient excuse for sneaking something out of my bag. But since I was still being Toad, I found Trouble in Pax Tu and marched right up to him with a "(1) It's that time of the month again, (2) I don't have anything with me because I don't keep track, it's all in my bag, (3) so do you have anything that I could use." So I get stuff, he lets me use the Pax Tu bathroom so I don't have to use the latrines, and we have a little "this shouldn't be happening to me--sucks, huh?" bonding moment because he got his too--on his birthday no less.

So a lesson to remember: when I really need something, the silent-reluctant-observer approach just gets me misery, while the forthright-take-charge-screw-society approach gets me what I need and even a little extra.

Oh. My. God. Nickel Creek playing "Toxic" in concert.

I think that's it for now because FARSCAPE is on. I may say more later, or I may be working on my room the whole time.


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