The Prequel's Progress: 29976. Many idea fragments crashing around and not exactly wanting to show up to put in a real day's work. Spent time doing research instead and read A Cow's Life, which turned out to be surprisingly helpful RE the background of the current Narrator's best friend, who left his cowboy family to become a necromancer (the cultural equivalent of running away from the circus to join a law firm, I suppose). I now know more about cattle than I probably should, and am currently trying to purge most of the chapter on artificial insemination from my already-crowded brain, as I have better things to keep in there than kinky bovine sexual practices. Although you never do know where the plot's going to take you, really...
Spent Thursday napping in front of the Charles/Camilla coverage, which I had stumbled across as breaking news at 3AM. I say, good for them, it's always seemed to me that the real tragedy of the situation was Charles being forced to marry someone "suitable" in the first place because his family were still so traumatized by the Wallis business back in the 30's. They ruined Princess Margaret's life for the sake of the Royal Image, why should he have to put up with the same treatment? But maybe I'm just being a boorish boots-on-the-table Murr'cin who never did see what was so fabulous about Diana in the first place, so what do I know. I do appreciate the nostalgic trip back to a time when crap like royal relationships actually seemed important, though, it's a refreshing break from having to worry about North Korea all the time.
Other observations from the past week include the mystery of "Chocolate Lucky Charms", which so far as my taste buds can discern are basically just "Count Chocula" in Irish drag. One wonders why General Mills wants to risk cannibalizing its own sales this way, unless they've taken that silly "Signs your child may be GOTH" checklist seriously and they're trying to surreptitiously substitute the more wholesome metaphor of a crotchety Irish pagan spirit to placate the ravening hordes of upset Xtian parent groups whose children still crave the worldly sweetness of chocolate first thing in the morning. Mark my words, some day you'll go down to the Jewel for your chocolate Satan breakfast fix and all you'll find is a capering representative of the Fair Folk...
Spent Thursday napping in front of the Charles/Camilla coverage, which I had stumbled across as breaking news at 3AM. I say, good for them, it's always seemed to me that the real tragedy of the situation was Charles being forced to marry someone "suitable" in the first place because his family were still so traumatized by the Wallis business back in the 30's. They ruined Princess Margaret's life for the sake of the Royal Image, why should he have to put up with the same treatment? But maybe I'm just being a boorish boots-on-the-table Murr'cin who never did see what was so fabulous about Diana in the first place, so what do I know. I do appreciate the nostalgic trip back to a time when crap like royal relationships actually seemed important, though, it's a refreshing break from having to worry about North Korea all the time.
Other observations from the past week include the mystery of "Chocolate Lucky Charms", which so far as my taste buds can discern are basically just "Count Chocula" in Irish drag. One wonders why General Mills wants to risk cannibalizing its own sales this way, unless they've taken that silly "Signs your child may be GOTH" checklist seriously and they're trying to surreptitiously substitute the more wholesome metaphor of a crotchety Irish pagan spirit to placate the ravening hordes of upset Xtian parent groups whose children still crave the worldly sweetness of chocolate first thing in the morning. Mark my words, some day you'll go down to the Jewel for your chocolate Satan breakfast fix and all you'll find is a capering representative of the Fair Folk...