IN THE CLASSIC DISNEY animated feature, Lady and the Tramp, two of the supporting cast are a pair of purely Slinky McEvil* Siamese cats. They are evil enough to be considered primary antagonists to the cultured Lady and her beloved bad boy, Tramp. In a major tour de force of sound recording (for the day), Peggy Lee sang a tight-harmony duet between the pair, “We Are Siamese, If You Please.” (We are Siamese if you DON’T please.) During the routine the two cats slink around Lady’s Gilded Age Kansas City house, causing all sorts of mayhem.
We have three.
Schuyler (“Sky”) is the one giving the camera the evil eye. He’s actually the nicest one of the bunch.
(*Phrase borrowed from Sarah Hoyt.)
PEOPLE BELIEVE THAT Congress is as corrupt as the day is long, but “My guy is OK,” so, too, I suspect, do writers perceive agentry as a dark and evil wood, filled with the dastardly and corrupt, but “My agent” (knock on wood) “Is all right.”
ROLLED THE STONE up the hill a mite on my Friday off. 1,700 words on It’s Dolly’s Birthday. No, 1,900.
Project total wordage is 31,969. Nailed down four of the five scenes in Chapter IV. Still need to work on the sequence and pace of the chapter, and some of that will spill over into following chapters.
A lot of that stuff isn’t set in mashed potatoes, yet. (A little Close Encounters reference for ya there.) I’m working a notional sequence of 27 chapters and have at least top-level plot roughed in throughout, how things line up and conga together is still really fluid. Saints preserve me and there’s no more plot thread metastasization.
Once all five of Ch IV’s scenes are nailed down and we’re sure there won’t be Dunlop Syndrome (That holiday thing when you spare tire dunlopped over your belt.) with scenes spilling over into the next chapter, or being moved several chapters down the plot frontage road or something, then I’ll be looking for an over-arching title for the chapter and to meld all the scenes into the larger unit.
Cally sulks, Cally and Xe are queer for each other, the Trolls get a lesson from Pete on MMREA (don’t ask), and they make themselves costumes and infiltrate the neighborhood where Dolly’s being held hostage disguised as a hassle of krishna freaks. Orange You Blue in the Face? Or is that too inside-baseball?
Ran into a potential
victim beta reader in the parking lot at The Animal Clinic. Excitement ensued. Got one sucker helper for the beta and the book’s not even finished. Yay!
AND… got half the biweekly grogery shopping done. Which means I may not be totally wiped out by the chore and might have some time and energy to work on the story more tomorrow. Yay^2!
ST. ANN ON GLENN BECK Thursday is on that tangent again that Romney does a lot of the weird shit he does is to trick liberals into voting for him.
This reveals a streak of corruption — an infection passed from spending too much time in the fever swamps of the Northeast Liberal Wasteland and the sere, Liberal Desert of LA.
Conservatives and libertarians — we In the Right — have principles. We do not trick voters. We honestly put forth our policy prescriptions based on those principles. When our candidates do this consistently, we win. When they do not, we lose. Tricking liberals is not in the mix.
Stop it, Ann!
IT’S THE END OF the CD as we know it.
A PERFECT SCORE is easily come by in this pop quiz:
Q: “Is sex a human right?”
A: No. A “right” cannot require someone else to provide something to you. That is slavery. Unless you care to define sex as any activity involving sensuality — not necessarily requiring intercourse — between/among one or more persons… No.
And, really. Do you actually believe there is no such thing as a stupid question? That assertion, in itself, is witless.
Good people do a great deal of harm in the world. Certainly the greatest harm they do is that they make badness of such extraordinary importance. It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.