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Nothing like turning the tv on when you wake up and instead of boys in speedos you get G Gordon Liddy... {curls up into fetal position}
The Prequel's Progress: 25576, which is pretty much proof that I will do just about anything to avoid having to listen to the media going on about how churchillian little Goober is. Today's session ended upon uncovering an insight about the function a certain character's death plays in the story -- decided to stop there for the day while I thought this through in more detail, because it has Implications for the whole last third of the book. Have also been grappling with the realization that another prominent character is not, in fact, a lesbian as I had been thinking, just hostile to the question in general, which is going to make one plot-point easier to bring about but does involve some refining of her character. (And no, I don't think she has any particular Angst in her background, she simply has better things to do with her time.)
Weekend boring. The highlight was an overheard remark as a pedestrian was jaywalking behind our car:
"It's gonna happen; I have some Goo-Gone up in my room."
If you've ever seen the Lewis Black "If it weren't for my horse..." routine, the effect was something quite like that. Later on that same evening I afflicted a cyclist with a similar problem when Mum attempted to correct for having turned onto Lincoln instead of Damen at Irving by going down the first sidestreet, and I had to stop her by yelling, "concrete planters!" to explain why it would be fruitless to make that particular turn...
The Prequel's Progress: 25576, which is pretty much proof that I will do just about anything to avoid having to listen to the media going on about how churchillian little Goober is. Today's session ended upon uncovering an insight about the function a certain character's death plays in the story -- decided to stop there for the day while I thought this through in more detail, because it has Implications for the whole last third of the book. Have also been grappling with the realization that another prominent character is not, in fact, a lesbian as I had been thinking, just hostile to the question in general, which is going to make one plot-point easier to bring about but does involve some refining of her character. (And no, I don't think she has any particular Angst in her background, she simply has better things to do with her time.)
Weekend boring. The highlight was an overheard remark as a pedestrian was jaywalking behind our car:
"It's gonna happen; I have some Goo-Gone up in my room."
If you've ever seen the Lewis Black "If it weren't for my horse..." routine, the effect was something quite like that. Later on that same evening I afflicted a cyclist with a similar problem when Mum attempted to correct for having turned onto Lincoln instead of Damen at Irving by going down the first sidestreet, and I had to stop her by yelling, "concrete planters!" to explain why it would be fruitless to make that particular turn...