For Labor Day, the construction did not arrive. There is power in a union. I slept and did not very much with the day, although in the evening ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch finished showing me the marathon slapstick of The Great Race (1965). Yesterday my major achievement was constructing a salad after collecting its ingredients, which did result in an extremely satisfying salad. I am re-reading Diana Wynne Jones' Archer's Goon (1984) and Alan Garner's The Owl Service (1967). I have some inchoate idea of writing at least a catch-up about some of the movies I managed to watch before my brain quit entirely this summer and my body keeps insisting on sleeping more first. Right now listening to radio drama can wipe me out, which is still a recommendation for The Twelve Maidens (1971). Have a couple of links.
1. "These pressed flowers, including a poppy, were collected by George Marr whilst serving as a soldier on the Eastern Front in Greece during World War I." I wrote a story a little like this once, but it was WWII and also more gay.
2. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: for people who like one-sheet RPGs or just dunking on the title character, Oliver Darkshire's Trapped in a Cabin with Lord Byron (2022). "May he borrow your husband? Of course."
3. I am obviously charmed by this photo featuring Denholm Elliott in jeans and leather jacket for the 1957 London premiere of Tennessee Williams' Camino Real, but I run into a complete mental block at the idea of him with an American accent.
P.S. Because the lure of the Homeric sirens was story rather than sex and specifically, metafictionally, epic poetry, I like this inversion of the traditional relationship of sailors and mermaids via books.
spatch finished showing me the marathon slapstick of The Great Race (1965). Yesterday my major achievement was constructing a salad after collecting its ingredients, which did result in an extremely satisfying salad. I am re-reading Diana Wynne Jones' Archer's Goon (1984) and Alan Garner's The Owl Service (1967). I have some inchoate idea of writing at least a catch-up about some of the movies I managed to watch before my brain quit entirely this summer and my body keeps insisting on sleeping more first. Right now listening to radio drama can wipe me out, which is still a recommendation for The Twelve Maidens (1971). Have a couple of links.1. "These pressed flowers, including a poppy, were collected by George Marr whilst serving as a soldier on the Eastern Front in Greece during World War I." I wrote a story a little like this once, but it was WWII and also more gay.
2. Courtesy of a friend who is not on DW: for people who like one-sheet RPGs or just dunking on the title character, Oliver Darkshire's Trapped in a Cabin with Lord Byron (2022). "May he borrow your husband? Of course."
3. I am obviously charmed by this photo featuring Denholm Elliott in jeans and leather jacket for the 1957 London premiere of Tennessee Williams' Camino Real, but I run into a complete mental block at the idea of him with an American accent.
P.S. Because the lure of the Homeric sirens was story rather than sex and specifically, metafictionally, epic poetry, I like this inversion of the traditional relationship of sailors and mermaids via books.
