Check out this interview with Joss Whedon on Dollhouse. You won’t regret the time.
Also, your forehead is totally proportional to your face. BWAH.
I’m sending my older kid to knitting camp. Is that proof I’ve gone over the edge into yarn insanity?
Also–why is it that your warranty covers EVERYTHING except that one little thing that broke on your car and will cost no less than 500 bucks to fix? Is it some kind of universal law?
It’s nice to be making progress on a story again. I’d go into the sordid details of why I was having trouble with writing, but it isn’t anything you haven’t heard before. Writing is fickle and hard, simple as that.
But my new story is in fact coming along, which is exciting. I don’t have much of an outline, so I’m interested to see where my two lovers want to go. Right now, they’re headed for a temple where a fertility goddess is worshiped in all the best ways, so that should be fun. I don’t really know what the grand idea of this story is, apart from the basic fun of telling a fairy tale with a lot of sex in it.
I need a title for it, too, and I really have zero ideas on this one. Right now I’m just calling it “Jocasta” after the main female character. I had originally wanted to title it “The Thirteenth Path” but that won’t work now. Maybe just “The High Priestess.” Or how about “A goat, the village fool, and the crown prince walk into a pub…” Bwah.
Since I can’t get away from here without randomness–I finally beat Professor Layton and the Curious Village. And when I say that, I mean my husband pretty much beat it, because I get really impatient sliding blocks around to free a ball so I make him do it. But I solved most of the final puzzles myself, so there. Living with a genius can be a real pain sometimes.
Great Big Sea’s new album is hit or miss for me, which is sad but probably due to happen at some point. There are a few songs I really like though. For example, the single:
It’s like Twitter, except for some reason has attracted a lot of knitters/crocheters, so there I am.
Additionally, I like the format a lot better than Twitter. It is easier to read.
I’m not sure why anyone would want to know my every move and whim, but if you do, you can join plurk via my fancy link thing. If you’re already there, you can be my friend.
While I get the idea of microblogging, I can also see how it fast devolves into, as desertbell says, reports on my every BM. Which is gross and not real, but a decent metaphor.
Really, the important thing to remember is that A Pirate’s Legacy is available now at eXtasy Books. It’s a fun book filled with throat cutting excitement and girl pirate on boy pirate action. Plus, bats! Who can turn down a book with bats? You know you want it.
I had kind of a crappy weekend, off set by my awesome new tattoo that hurt way more than I expected but was totally worth it.
This news made me even happier this morning that the weekend had ended:
Dr. Horrible will be airing on the intertubes starting tomorrow, July 15th. Whee! All episodes will be free until July 20th, so get it while it’s hot. Or, you know, wait for the DVD. I might just have to do both.
I also got a brand new set of interchangeable circular knitting needles and a new set of hooks in all teh sizes. Oh and I saw Hellboy II, which I absolutely loved. Guillermo del Toro is a freaking genius.
First, THANK YOU THANK YOU to everyone who wished me congratulations on Legacy’s release. I really appreciate all your support so much.
Second, how am I going to get married on the bridge of the Enterprise now? I’m seriously crushed. That ride is awesome, so if you get a chance to go before they close, I highly recommend it.
Last, check out Ira Glass on storytelling. I love his show, and his personal take on things. I wish I got Showtime so I could see the TV series as well, but there’s also something really cool about radio.
Sinclaire Daves, a young and awkward archeology professor, lives her life surrounded by books and research. Body issues and a recent breakup have left her confidence in pieces. But at night, everything changes as her dreams are filled with the adventures of the woman she wishes she was; a pirate captain who lived over 200 years ago.
Rebekah Bonny, daughter of the famous pirates Anne Bonny and Calico Jack Rackam (who sailed under the Jolly Roger), wants nothing more than to escape her life of danger and disguise, to settle down and spend her life with the man she loves.
Across time, these two disparate women come together, and guide each other through mystery, man trouble, and mayhem to find they aren’t as dissimilar as they seem. Will Rebekah find her peace? Will Sinclaire find the love–and the pirate–she’s been dreaming of?
I’m off to update links and generally shout from the rooftops that Rebekah and Sinclaire are ready to be read! Wahoo!
