How well does it work, given the Buffista propensity to talk things to death?

Weirdly, in here, it tends to be more to the point: questions, answers, and genreal support. Rather focussed, oddly enough.

You should have been here the day I happened to be on the phone with Marlene about life in general, and Susan posted that she'd finished the book, and I commented on it, and Marlene asked about it and then asked to see it.

I wish I had been here -- I can picture Susan's face!

My husband is playing ROTK trailers.

My husband is playing ROTK trailers.

Nic knows better than to do that with me in the room. Tolkein makes me break out in a rash.

Do you remember what Ursula LeGuin wrote about wanting to found the Halfling Socialist Union after she finished LOTR?

I haven't read any LeGuin in donkey's years, but that one's familiar, yes indeed.

I keep relatively quiet about my untaste for the stuff these days, so as not to upset the multitudes who like it. Personally, I prefer my Norse mythology with sex and music, and a comfy pillow to keep my ass from turning to stone during 17 interminable hours of Brunhilde and whatnot, and watching them shtupp the Rhine Maidens and found the Master race.

Ah, Wagner.

Do you remember what Ursula LeGuin wrote about wanting to found the Halfling Socialist Union after she finished LOTR?

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Lizard! How've you been, doll?

Deb, don't tell, but I bought DH the Met's Ring Cycle on DVD; Samuel Ramey singing Woden. Good times, good times.

Good times, good times

Heh. All those carolling giant virgins. Dear old Valkries.

Sing it with me, to the tune of "Ride of the Valkyries"

"We're all obNOXious, we're shrieking MADly...."

or, in other parlance?

"Kill the waaaaabit!"

I love LeGuin and Tolkein, thankyouverymuch. I'm entirely aware of the political issues, and yet the sound of the horns of Rohan sends a chill up my spine every damned time I read it.

So.

I'm still trying to figure out what to do with this frelling piece of climbing story. I may just give up and post it on my website, because I haven't a clue who would buy it.

I found a new women's magazine in REI the other day: "Dandelion, the women's magazine for sports, adventure, and style", or some such thing. And... sigh. It was utterly fluff, complete with a 12-page stupidass layout of ski fashion. All the pages were pale pink and pale blue. I really think this is hopeless.

All the pages were pale pink and pale blue.

Jeez.

I'm very well, amy! Possibly I have mennnntioned the magical-beautiful-love thing, like, I will not shut up about it. Oh! And I'm going to Germany in November for this young-writer's conference, on scholarship.