Maybe you're happy, but I hope you're sad

[sovay]

I understand the entire point of this profile of 1980's Bennington is the writers who came out of it and that she herself went to the Catholic University of America, but by the end it really sounds like a Liz Hand novel.

After establishing that Norman Lindsay's Man and leopard-woman in a room (1900s–10s) which I first saw elsenet without sourcing was not the product of extractive AI, I particularly admire the naturally occurring gloves on the leopard-woman and I expect the next drawing in the sequence to have shown his dressing gown in shreds and no leopard-woman to be seen.

I am not any more pleased with this month after hearing that Joan Plowright just died.

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[selkie]

Well, the ones interviewed are the ones who made it out alive.

Oh, I would not have -- I would have listened to the wrong voice in the autumn woods -- but I'd have had a wild, full-throated time [Edit: I came back to say this does not only mean Selkie, you slut, stop biting randos ] until my scholarship ran out, and you'd have a little clothbound book of my scintillating short stories in your office safe, in the many-windowed office from which you ran a cabal and looked dapper doing it. Blood sacrifice would likely be involved, but whatever. I'd do my level best to pop up out of tropical seas where your yacht was.