Saturday, August 16, 2003
Sometimes I become too fascinated with the fecundity of particular "run-out" metaphors. For instance, that business yesterday about isolation and island faunas. It was bouncing around in my head all evening. How much farther I might have extended it, to issues of the gradual loss of defences, and the inversion of size (on islands, smaller species often become very large and larger species often becomes dwarfs). All of that mirrored in my own life, and following from my own isolation. The smallest problems drive me to distraction, while the larger ones have shrunk to insignificance. I won't even get started about defences. But this is probably heading into one or two of those more personal places which I steadfastly continue to maintain are inappropriate for public journals, so I'll let it go now.
Instead, there's my publically mistaking the New Orleans Saints for a basketball team, when they are, in fact, a football team, as Poppy pointed out in her journal yesterday. But I have to admit that I've always approached the subject of sports with this sort of confusion. For the life of me, I can't see the point to any of it. Anyway, I'm glad to announce that Poppy's wesbite is back up.
As for my site and its Reconstruction, I hope we have a new forum,somewhere, by this evening. I'll make an announcement here as soon as we do.
Yesterday I wrote 1,181 words on Chapter Seven of Murder of Angels, so that's one down and thirteen to go.
Last night Spooky and I watched May, a genuinely wonderful and disturbing film. If you haven't seen it, see it soon. Angela Bettis is a gem. We also watched the annoyingly silly House of a Thousand Corpses, which could have been edited down to only twelve minutes and still retained whatever sliver of merit it might have harboured.
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