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The seaweed was tangled about his head
I no longer remember on whose journal I found this piece of silliness, but it amused me:
I was sort of hoping to rule from a dirgible city, but I don't think that's even one of the options—and it was only because I've recently been introduced to Phil and Kaja Foglio's Girl Genius,* which is steampunk brilliance if ever I read it. No prizes for guessing which character is my favorite.
In other news, my mother and I made crab cakes with scallions, chives, and yellow peppers for dinner tonight, and my brother grilled shrimp downstairs in the summer kitchen (and my father, who cannot stand fish, shellfish, or any foodstuff with even a tangential connection to the water, fled the house). In this respect, I am not at all my father's daughter. If I could live on seafood, I would. As I am peculiarly comforted by eating miso soup: it contains seaweed. But I'm also fond of mushrooms, and I'm carnivorous, so I suppose I draw the tide-line somewhere. What I really need is to live somewhere with coastline and deep forest. As a child, in the summer, I would climb trees and hardly come down all day; I need somewhere the seasons change, where I can watch the calendar in the turn of leaves. It's tricky, this balancing of deeply-held kinks. Branches and deep water; the sea and the leaves. Maybe I need a mangrove swamp.
. . . I would so totally enact the law about window-rattling loud music, too.
*Courtesy of Crispin, who does not have a livejournal, but with whom I once chatted about tuberculosis while out to dinner and cleared the table behind us. We felt like the Blues Brothers. In his other life, he's a historian of medicine. And absentmindedly sketches, on napkins, the blueprints for contraptions like the Pigeon Liquefier. He'd fit right in with the Heterodynes.
I was sort of hoping to rule from a dirgible city, but I don't think that's even one of the options—and it was only because I've recently been introduced to Phil and Kaja Foglio's Girl Genius,* which is steampunk brilliance if ever I read it. No prizes for guessing which character is my favorite.
In other news, my mother and I made crab cakes with scallions, chives, and yellow peppers for dinner tonight, and my brother grilled shrimp downstairs in the summer kitchen (and my father, who cannot stand fish, shellfish, or any foodstuff with even a tangential connection to the water, fled the house). In this respect, I am not at all my father's daughter. If I could live on seafood, I would. As I am peculiarly comforted by eating miso soup: it contains seaweed. But I'm also fond of mushrooms, and I'm carnivorous, so I suppose I draw the tide-line somewhere. What I really need is to live somewhere with coastline and deep forest. As a child, in the summer, I would climb trees and hardly come down all day; I need somewhere the seasons change, where I can watch the calendar in the turn of leaves. It's tricky, this balancing of deeply-held kinks. Branches and deep water; the sea and the leaves. Maybe I need a mangrove swamp.
. . . I would so totally enact the law about window-rattling loud music, too.
*Courtesy of Crispin, who does not have a livejournal, but with whom I once chatted about tuberculosis while out to dinner and cleared the table behind us. We felt like the Blues Brothers. In his other life, he's a historian of medicine. And absentmindedly sketches, on napkins, the blueprints for contraptions like the Pigeon Liquefier. He'd fit right in with the Heterodynes.
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Though truth be told I haven't read Girl Genius in quite a while, I remember enjoying it thoroughly.
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You too? Throw in rivers and mountains and lakes, and welcome to my paradise. This is why the Spouse and I are aiming at the Pacific Northwest for the assignment after next (next is San Diego again). It has all of the above.
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Did you see the photo on
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. . . The squid chair? Whoa.
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I don't think I've seen that one yet; I started with the 101 strips and have not skipped ahead (though I will as soon as I can lay my hands on the intervening books and catch up) to the Advanced Class. But it sounds like an episode to await with high expectations.
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I'd known of them for years, because of course—*cough*—I played Magic: The Gathering from middle school up through high school. But somehow I'd managed to miss that in addition to weird and usually humorous single-panels for Wizards of the Coast, they did actual comics. So far, I'm in love.
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I've been considering this. My default ocean, I think, is the Atlantic: I learned to swim off the coast of Maine. But one of the most beautiful places I ever was in my life was the redwood forests in northern California, so I may have to settle . . .
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---L.
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I've heard tell of a place called Jasper beach up near some family holdings in Maine, which is made out of smooth black stones; only having a twin somewhere in Japan. I hope to see it pretty soon.
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In what sense—that Agatha is always waking up in her Victorian underwear?
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Just sayin'.
---L.
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MMMMPHdetector. No...must...not...spoil...story...You had better find someone with the books and spend an afternoon with them. (And don't miss the Foglio Narbonic episode; is that still available online anywhere?)
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I like the books quite a lot, mind, and it's a sense of very high potential not being realized that's bothering me! I don't think they've had an editor go over their whole giant projected opus, and I do think that good editing would fix most of the accumulating defects. It needs tightening.
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California's incredibly expensive, though, and I was born in Oregon (the Northeastern section) and went there pretty much every summer as a child to spend some weeks with my extended family, so that too is home. I figure it makes sense to combine them. *G*