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What if something happens to you? It's the Zone
I am very definitely sick. My throat feels like sandstone, I cough whenever I forget to pay attention to it, and my brain seems to have been sponged away. It was worth attending the last night of A Man for All Seasons anyway. (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel reflects on the production and the wildlife of the Factory Theatre.) I am about to pack up my computer and head to the HFA for Stalker (1979), because I think that will also be worth it. I hope I did something useful at the Readercon meeting. It has been the kind of day where following sentences feels like a mental marathon.
strange_selkie appears to have found the only picture in Tilda Swinton's career where she looks like me. I've seen Jarman's Caravaggio (1986). I think it's just that frame. But in a rare moment of batting away Tiny Richardson, my hair totally does that sometimes.
(In related news, here we have Cate Blanchett evidently starring as Rosen from The Desert Peach.)
Almost none of these portraits work for me, because never mind the modern clothes, the faces are all wrong for the 1860's, but then there's Elijah Wood and I kind of want to get him together with Phineas Gage.
Traditionally I've wanted more in the way of earth and moss and wildness, but if someone directs a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream with the fairies costumed like this, I'll go see it. Fourth one down especially. That is for me an acceptable Titania. Out of this wood do not desire to go.
Into the cold again.
derspatchel reflects on the production and the wildlife of the Factory Theatre.) I am about to pack up my computer and head to the HFA for Stalker (1979), because I think that will also be worth it. I hope I did something useful at the Readercon meeting. It has been the kind of day where following sentences feels like a mental marathon.strange_selkie appears to have found the only picture in Tilda Swinton's career where she looks like me. I've seen Jarman's Caravaggio (1986). I think it's just that frame. But in a rare moment of batting away Tiny Richardson, my hair totally does that sometimes.(In related news, here we have Cate Blanchett evidently starring as Rosen from The Desert Peach.)
Almost none of these portraits work for me, because never mind the modern clothes, the faces are all wrong for the 1860's, but then there's Elijah Wood and I kind of want to get him together with Phineas Gage.
Traditionally I've wanted more in the way of earth and moss and wildness, but if someone directs a production of A Midsummer Night's Dream with the fairies costumed like this, I'll go see it. Fourth one down especially. That is for me an acceptable Titania. Out of this wood do not desire to go.
Into the cold again.
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(Then again, I thought I was coming down with the flu myself yesterday, until I ran across town and drank a lot of booze, after which I felt much better, because apparently there's no justice.)
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I'm not running a fever. I have all the aches and pains that go with really nasty colds, including the sort of hot headache and skin-sensitivity that makes it difficult to get dressed, but the thermometer consistently reads 97.9°F, 98.3°F if I'm really pushing it. So either our thermometer is borked (which would surprise me; it's new) or I'm just not feverish, which means it's less likely to be flu than some viral thing that was running around. At least it doesn't seem to be con crud. It showed up at the end of the week.
until I ran across town and drank a lot of booze, after which I felt much better, because apparently there's no justice.
Hey, whatever works.
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(sorry to hear about the state of your throat)
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(sorry to hear about the state of your throat)
I was hoping for a twenty-four-hour bug. Failing that, I hoped for a forty-eight-hour one. Failing that, I think I may need to call a doctor tomorrow. I am so tired of calling doctors.
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Thank you! I'm trying! Tea stores in our pantry are being depleted at a ferocious rate.
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I don't know—I never think of other people as looking like me unless the reasons are specifically described and even then I can't usually see it; I had to agree about Tilda Swinton because I have photographic evidence of the hair! In the case of Frances Hardinge, I've never met her, but she looks like she has long hair, a long nose, and distinct eyebrows, which is close enough for government work if you're slightly face-blind? You should ask people who've seen both of us in motion. Photographs are often a matter of angles.
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Also, now I think about it, Frances's hat is a kind of trademark, and I very likely connected it somewhere in my brain with this jacket image from a book by an online acquaintance. Admittedly, the person in the picture doesn't look like either of you even to me, but the hat does look like Frances's hat, and the word "Sovay" is written in big friendly letters right above it, so... Well, let's say I'm a martyr to subconscious association. (You're both wonderful writers as well, of course.)
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And Titania as nebula: yes.
Damn. I hate when colds stoop on my friends. Be well soon.
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I am considering whether I have enough coherence to write something about her in the next few days. Perhaps with trees.
Damn. I hate when colds stoop on my friends. Be well soon.
I'm trying!
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Oooh. Please? Muse?
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Thank you. I am seeing a doctor this afternoon to rule out the possibility of strep. [edit] I don't have strep. Back to gargling with warm salt water!
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Thank you. I am trying to make a point of that lately. And Stalker totally, totally was.