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Lit My Fire, Blew My Conch
Cartimandua: down; Cunning-Folk: finito. Atwood and du Maurier: read, read, readski. And I'm chomping my way through Jane Eyre like some obscure literary version of the Very Hungry Caterpillar - a constant source of surprise to me, considering that I apparently never got more than five chapters deep in the thing as a kid ('it's supposed to be ( Read more... ) -
Gastronomipoda
I just had to evict a quite large slug from my kitchen. It had somehow nudged a small piece of catfood out of Ruby's bowl, and was visibly chewing on it some feet away ( Read more... ) -
Jacket Potato
I may have bitten off more than I can chew with the books this month:
- Cartimandua: Queen of the Brigantes by Nicki Howarth;
- Popular Magic: Cunning-folk in English History by Owen Davies;
- A Dutch Castaway on Ascension Island in 1725 by Alex Ritsema;
- The Breaking Point by Daphne du Maurier (formerly published as The Blue Lenses & Other Stories);
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- Cartimandua: Queen of the Brigantes by Nicki Howarth;
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In The Company Of Devils
Re-reading Mary Jane Ward's A Little Night Music (1951), it strikes me all over again how unutterably awful and clumsy the opening paragraphs are:
'"Your aunt's coming tomorrow," said Jeanette when she returned from the telephone. The woman described by society reporters as the beautiful and brilliant Mrs. Chapin, even though the city of Sawyer ( Read more... ) -
Machines Don't Care
First Flickr logs me out and tells me I must have a Yahoo ID to log in. Then, when I try to link my new Yahoo ID (I don't remember inputting an old one, and it seems to log me in whatever username I type: am I creating hundreds of Yahoo IDs here?) to my 'old' Flickr account, it tells me the password for my old account doesn't match my email ( Read more... ) -
Shoot The Messenger
Oh, the messenger bag was a mistake. Even with a be-pocketed jacket to stuff my great useless hands into, a mistake. I could scarcely have contrived a better way to humiliate myself, walking through thick summer crowds in bright sunlight with that thing bouncing off my hip, zip-tabs jangling at top volume with every lurch*, and one arm dangling ( Read more... ) -
'I said burn it! Burn everything!'
Oh, my. I've just figured out why my screencap from 'Them!' (1954) is getting so much traffic compared to my other images on Flickr:
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