displeasing is

My curtain fell down again. There's some sort of horrible animal screaming outside, that I think is birds fighting -- I've never heard anything like it. Also, mosquito bites.

ETA: I am a dumbass. Megan is killing bats in a video game. Curtain and mosquito bites remain real however.

sundries ha!

Today's hurricaine warning for Harlem was a big let down, predictably. That's probably good.

Okay, wizard rock? I take it all back. Hillarious. I'm currently listening to "I Killed My Owl" by The Whomping Willows. I wish my teen angst had been this fucked up and sweet. Maybe it is ;) Anyway, the conceit of this particular wizard rock band seems to be that the Whomping Willow has a crush on Hermione. No, I don't know.

ladyjaida started a reading group for queer-themed sci-fi/fantasy called themollyhouse. I am by faaaaar the oldest person on it. This is moderately disturbing.

I am sunburt and covered in bug bites. I know I already mentioned that, but I'm still irritable. Also, have to fix that curtain tonight.

Snakes Alive! Snakes Alive! It's the exclamation point that makes it awesome.

I'm going to go see The Illusionist this weekend.

My mind is so split today -- good mood, crappy weather, writing a horrible, horrible argument between Severus and Lucius for Descensus (the type of thing that anyone who has ever co-written with me knows that when I finish it I'll probably have to go take a two mile walk in the middle of the night to get out of my system), and this general sort of dismay at the human condition and the freedom/love continuum -- a lot of people I know are unhappy.

When I was 20, I read Arc d'X by Steve Erickson, which is about all sorts of shit, and Michael used to nastily say was merely a poor-man's Pynchon. In it, in the moment that pins the book together, but isn't plot central in a way, a scientist, while thinking of his dead wife, notices the clock in his laboratory go from 5:55:55pm to 5:55:54pm. After a series of frantic calculations he is ready to announce that all the moments lost to memory are rushing together as the millenium approaches and between December 31, 1999 and January 1, 2000 will be a single day, a Day X, comprised of these moments. In the flurry of caculation it is noticed that at some point in every life, freedom bows to love or love bows to freedom, but no one ever really notices they've made the choice until it's far too late to undo it.

Sigh.