Tuesday, October 28, 2003
I have a new favourite e-business, Fetishize Me, which not only sells the coolest socks on earth, but may have finally delivered unto me protection from the dread cryosphere (which is already in full swing, kiddos). Want some long socks? Want some crazy long socks? How about 50-100" socks? No, really. Fetishize Me is a must for hosiery hounds. Check them out.
Meanwhile, my favourite noncommercial website at the moment has to be Jeff Russel's Starship Dimensions. Wanna see how a Boeing 747 stacks up next to an Imperial Lambda Class Shuttle? Or a Klingon Military Transport to a Vorlon Transport? Frell, there's even a Nebari transport pod (star runner) in among the hundreds of starships and giant robots. A must for any geek worth her or his weight in Star Wars technical manuals.
Yesterday, I wrote 1,133 words on "Mercury." It's coming along nicely, I think. I see exactly the sort of non-plot driven narrative I was hoping for. Things will happen, but they are in the service of understanding Deacon Silvey, and exploring issues of transhumanism and metamorphosis, not the damnable monotony of storytelling. Sorry. Truth is, I love good stories, but sometimes I want to break away and just write. The world's stories bear very little resemblance to the stories of literature, and sometimes I want to tell a world story.
I'm writing to Android Lust's The Dividing which, I dren you not, has to be one of the most brilliant discs I've heard in years. I find it almost beyond description. Shikee is a genius and you must listen to her.
I'm in one of those states when I want to do everything at once. It's the flipside of my lethargy. Suddenly, my profound disinterest becomes a dizzying, manic drive to do at least ten things all at once. I want to write this story, and the novella, and start the next novel, and finish Nebari.Net, and get lowredmoon.com up and running, and make a film, and costume, and read all the hundreds of books I should have read by now and haven't, and see films I haven't seen, and write a childrens picture book, and pose for Spooky, and carve jack'o-lanterns, and work on the apartment, and, well, you get the picture. Sometimes, when I'm like this, the drive becomes almost nauseating. There's not enough time in the world for me. When will I hone my Tarot skills? When will I finish the screenplay to Threshold? When will I learn javascript? When I'm like this, it's a million things colliding and breaking apart and reforming. It's exhausting, but I never get tired, and I want to feel like this forever and never slip back into melancholy and indifference.
Speaking of Nebari.Net, thanks to the amazing Larne Pekowsky (who needs a proper Nebari name, I'll grant you), whom I have appointed Nebari System Astrophysicist Extraordinaire. Thanks to him, the site will soon include a comprehensive and accurate look at everything from the surface temperature of Nay'savevyen to the length of the Nebari year.
Anyway, I think this is one of the most rambling post in the history of the blog. Don't forget the auctions. Go forth and spend some cold, hard dinero. Give me the sweat of your brows. Don't worry. It's okay. You'll make more. We all do. You still have five days to take me up on the offer of one of my little monster doodles for every book you buy. So far, I have to draw something like 26 little monsters.
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