Week of August 21-27

[mrissa]

Four rejections, no acceptances. I suppose that could make it a bad week for short stories in Mrissaland, except that two of them were the "really sorry please send something else" flavor of rejections, and a third was in the "about damn time" category. Also we like activity in the mailbox. Empty mailboxes are no good to me. Better that I know if someone isn't going to want a story, so I can send it along to someone who might.

Also I worked my writer magic by taking a check to the bank, promptly causing another check to appear in the mailbox. It's uncanny.

Hey, are any of you looking to cat-wax and practiced at making those little animated icons? Because I have a snarky political one I'd like to have, but I don't know how to make it go from one image to another, and anyway I'm not so good at getting the images in the first place, unless they're just pictures I already have, which I manage all right, I guess. Comment or e-mail me if you'd like to help out.

I have a mad craving for squid. Had a hard time keeping down cranberry juice this morning, and now I want the calamari like they make at House of Nanking (in San Francisco). And maybe some of their eggplant-y fish stuff would be excellent, too. I think this means my body has gone entirely crazy, but not entirely tasteless, so we will deal with it appropriately. Probably without squid, though. Sigh.

Comments

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Nope. House of Nanking did this sublime thing with strips of eggplant and whatever whitefish was fresh and good at the time, and there was also some lovely Chinese sauce involved, and oh, oh, the happiness. But no stuffing. Just strips and happiness.

**SIGH** I miss House of Nanking. And failing that, I miss North China, where we knew the proprietor (Eddie) and he kept trying to get me to eat more. He made us special dishes the night we moved away. Eddie was a good guy.

I wouldn't move back to Hayward for all the tea in the proverbial, but if just those two restaurants would move here instead, I would not complain.

[stillsostrange.livejournal.com]

Now I want calamari too. Drat. I have clam chowder, but it's just not the same.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Err, no. Not at all.

[markgritter.livejournal.com]

I have made animated GIFs in the past and could probably figure out how to do so again.

[ellameena.livejournal.com]

You lose your appetite, and when you get it back you're craving squid? I think I have a diagnosis. Your body has been taken over by an alien.

Enjoy your cephalopod.

Catherine

[markgritter.livejournal.com]

The whole alien replacement thing took place long before this year. I have photographic proof that little Marissa was a curly-haired blonde, while adult Marissa is certainly not. Obviously alien replacement is the only explanation.

(And she likes geeks. That's a big giveaway, too.)

[wilfulcait.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on the odd appetites thing. When I started getting mine back this week all it wanted was scallops, v. lightly breaded and fried just so. Which I actually managed to have for lunch today with some moderate success. But it's an odd thing what appetites call for, when they call very clearly.

[mkille.livejournal.com]

There is a restaurant in Chapel Hill called Squid's. They do in fact have squid. My rec-league basketball team senior year was named Mrs. Paul's Frozen Squid Delight, and after our last game, we felt obligated to go there and order squid and eat it upon ice cubes, thus having frozen squid delight. It was not so delightful, but then, I'm not sure ice cubes are part of any kind of accepted squid haute cuisine.

Not sure there was a point to that, except, y'know. Squid.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Squid is its own point.