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[mrissa]

markgritter is packing for tomorrow's trip. He's done remarkably well not stressing out so far this month. Or rather, he's done remarkably well keeping the stressing out within reasonable boundaries, because naturally he's a bit stressed. It only makes sense. November will be a relief. Everybody be nice to him, dammit.

Coffee with dlandon was better than expected: we managed to find an independent coffeehouse with a comfy couch! I was nearly resigned to digging up a Sbux for her discount. The music was a bit loud for the type of conversation we were having -- we've gotten to that stage in female friendship where we discuss things one doesn't really want to shout at the rest of the coffeehouse patrons if the music hits a quiet bit unexpectedly -- but good coffee, comfy couch, reasonable-looking chairs and tables for more writerly expeditions. The down side is that it closes at 6:00 p.m. I hardly think one can call oneself a coffeehouse at that point. It's over on Lone Oak by the Thai place, where we should maybe have lunch with people who work over on Lone Oak. She hinted subtly.

(She is the queen of subtle. You should all know that by now. Even when she refers to herself in the third person. Perhaps especially then.)

I spent the day like the proverbial donkey between the bales of hay, but I finally finished cristalia's novel and The Lost Steersman. Both of which I enjoyed immensely, and I have more to say about one than about the other, but that's for L., not for general consumption. Good stuff, though. Several spots where I wrote "YES" in the margin. Of L's book, not of porphyrin's copy of Kirstein's book. Glad I have the next one in the series on hand.

I'm almost caught up on typing my story notes. The short stories are catching my attention -- I think there's some really good stuff in the queue -- and the revisions, and Zodiac House, so I will successfully fend off The Mark of the Sea Serpent for awhile longer. I think its danger moment has passed. (And watch, I'll spend all weekend whimpering and scribbling notes about the Aesir, to be typed in a later fit of typing.) Sparkly stories. Shiny. Tangible. I may need to make spritz to write "Singing Them Back," but I needed to make spritz anyway, because porphyrin has neverever had them, and can we let that stand? We cannot. I cannot. You, as usual, may do as you like.

Oh, and I have an eye appointment for Monday afternoon. Whee.

Edited to add: I meant to say that my notes on Norse mythology amuse me nearly endlessly. The idea of an Aesir children's book called Heimdall Has Nine Mommies makes me giggle. I am a lame mythogeek. But I always entertain at least one person, and so it could be worse.

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[songwind.livejournal.com]

What about Olympian meet-n-greets?

And these are my 37 half brothers. Have my met my wife, my sister? That's my step-sister, she just came out of dad's head. Weird huh?

Oh, and she's ever so especially subtle, yes. :)

[retrobabble.livejournal.com]

I may need to make spritz to write "Singing Them Back," but I needed to make spritz anyway, because porphyrin has neverever had them, and can we let that stand? We cannot. I cannot.

Spritz! And she doesn't know about it? *boggle* Of course, such a calamity *must* be rectified. I understand completely. *g*

[zunger.livejournal.com]

Dammit. Now that idea is going to be stuck in my head, too. And it's going to make me imagine how Aesir children mercilessly tease each other and say that they look like frost giants and so on.

[apis-mellifera.livejournal.com]

Heimdall Has Nine Mommies

Tee. Hee.

I'd totally buy that book.

So I popped over from Nattyann's

[mamapduck.livejournal.com]

Because you said something fabulous. In the first post I get independent coffee houses, threads of academia and "Heimdall Has Nine Mommies."

I'm so adding you.

Re: So I popped over from Nattyann's

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

Always glad to entertain!

[oldmotherchaos.livejournal.com]

I wanna read Odin's "How to Win Friends and Influence People (and Living Without Depth Perception Afterwards)"...

[mmerriam.livejournal.com]

The idea of an Aesir children's book called Heimdall Has Nine Mommies makes me giggle. I am a lame mythogeek. But I always entertain at least one person, and so it could be worse.

I was entertained enough to choke on my tea in laughter at that last bit.

noise level

[dlandon.livejournal.com]

I completely agree with you - I noticed it, too, and had been debating whether or not to ask them to turn it down but didn't want you to think I was a picky little so-and-so *g* And if you noticed that I kept glancing over my shoulder it wasn't out of lack of attention to you, I just kept getting the feeling that the dirty old man sitting behind me was listening in.

But it was very nice to chat, even though the moment I drove away I did a 'd'oh' as I realized I hadn't asked about the Bolshoi Ballet and whether or not you guys were planning on going.

See you when I get back from Seattle -

D

Re: noise level

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I was glancing at the fellow behind you, too. It's just less obtrusive when it's straight ahead instead of over your shoulder.

We aren't going to the Bolshoi, no: it's just the wrong weekend, right before Mark is doing his thesis stuff. Sigh.

Re: noise level

[dlandon.livejournal.com]

I stopped going for unobstrusive and was going for - "I know you're listening in, so leave, jerk!" *g*

Too bad you guys can't go :( I really want to, but haven't had the time to think about it, really.

All packed and on my way!

See you when I get back -

D

[dancingwriter.livejournal.com]

"Heimdall Has Nine Mommies"

I am *so* glad I'd already swallowed my coffee before reading that!