Nautical Bits and Bobs
Aug. 5th, 2003 04:11 pmThere's a monkey sitting on my computer, staring at me. Which means not that I've decided to torment my cats with exotic pets, but that my magazine-snitching mailman decided that the package from
castalianspring wasn't worth hiding from me. Ha! Little did he know that it held a Little Bit of Lovely British Comedians and a (LEGO) monkey. Three cheers for Castalia, provider of wonderful Hugh, Stephen and Monkey! (And you never know, maybe he'll inspire me to actually write the adventures of Captain Jack Monkey and his crew of fearsome simian buccaneers instead of just joking about it. He can be my muse. Ook, ook.)
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With any luck I'll be able to see Pirates again tomorrow, but meanwhile I've finally gotten around to reading my long-ignored copies of James L. Nelson's "Revolution at Sea Trilogy", which is five books long (oops). It's interesting, the reading experience as much as the series itself. ( Cutting some not terribly spoilery book-blather )
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Look,
tiamatschild has written my PotC OTP in her drabble Only a Paper Moon! No, not that OTP. Not that one either (man, I am so fickle). Jack/Black Pearl! Love, true love. Hie thee hence and read!
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The downside to all of my current ocean-oriented reading/viewing/dreaming is that I would sell my sister for a lobster roll or some fried whole belly clams (with onion rings and french fries, naturally). I love the North Country, really I do, but it is too darned far from the shore. If a genie popped up and offered me three wishes right now, forget world peace and a cure for stupid people. I'd use all three to zap down to the North Shore (maybe Essex, though I've always had a weakness for Salem), with enough money in my pockets to eat lobster rolls and clams, oh, and codfish cakes (and all the trimmings) until I never wanted to think about fish again. Mmmm...
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I've had a stack of comics sitting here for two weeks because I want to talk about them, and it's just too hot to overcome my interia. I can think of exactly what I want to say, and when I go to type it, my brain melts. It's really frustrating, too- I do have thoughts that go beyond "Scurvy Dogs good, Red Star disappointing, Age of Bronze and Artesia works of art," but while I obviously haven't lost the ability to blather about nothing, I apparently can't get it together enough to talk about something. And that obviously won't be changing today, since the siren call of fic and raspberry-custard pie is a lot more alluring than the comic pile. Meh, they're not going anywhere anyway.
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With any luck I'll be able to see Pirates again tomorrow, but meanwhile I've finally gotten around to reading my long-ignored copies of James L. Nelson's "Revolution at Sea Trilogy", which is five books long (oops). It's interesting, the reading experience as much as the series itself. ( Cutting some not terribly spoilery book-blather )
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Look,
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The downside to all of my current ocean-oriented reading/viewing/dreaming is that I would sell my sister for a lobster roll or some fried whole belly clams (with onion rings and french fries, naturally). I love the North Country, really I do, but it is too darned far from the shore. If a genie popped up and offered me three wishes right now, forget world peace and a cure for stupid people. I'd use all three to zap down to the North Shore (maybe Essex, though I've always had a weakness for Salem), with enough money in my pockets to eat lobster rolls and clams, oh, and codfish cakes (and all the trimmings) until I never wanted to think about fish again. Mmmm...
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I've had a stack of comics sitting here for two weeks because I want to talk about them, and it's just too hot to overcome my interia. I can think of exactly what I want to say, and when I go to type it, my brain melts. It's really frustrating, too- I do have thoughts that go beyond "Scurvy Dogs good, Red Star disappointing, Age of Bronze and Artesia works of art," but while I obviously haven't lost the ability to blather about nothing, I apparently can't get it together enough to talk about something. And that obviously won't be changing today, since the siren call of fic and raspberry-custard pie is a lot more alluring than the comic pile. Meh, they're not going anywhere anyway.