We went by the Mardyke Arena, which is the University College Cork’s gym facility, to find out if they allow day passes to the swimming pool, which I suspect is the only pool in Cork worth swimming in*. They don’t, or rather, they do, but only if you come as the guest of someone with a regular pass and who won’t leave your side for the duration of your swim. Or something like that. Except in July and August, when they do day passes because the students are gone. Ted…
Tag: writing
cyoot!
I am being full-force cuted-upon. Lucy, who helped herself to some kind of leftovers from the roast chicken and ran upstairs to avoid being caught and then sat in a corner licking her chops, has come to sit in my lap and purr and kittybread and stick her head in my elbow to make it clear she’s obviously too adorable to kill. It is, of course, working like a charm. Even when she tries to rid my fur of mats. Like, say, the mat that’s my wristbone: *lick lick lick…
movies & metrics
Ted and I went to see “Street Kings” today, which was not only a surprisingly good movie, but Keanu Reeves was surprisingly good *in* it. There were only a couple of “whoa” or “dude” kinds of moments, and one of them was very nearly on purpose, I think. I’d say that was hands down the best Reeves movie I’ve ever seen, and hell, I /like/ him. (Generally I think he’s actually a hell of a physical actor, which is why he did so well in the Matrix movies: they didn’t…
pattern recognition
Those of you who’ve been reading along for a while may have deduced a certain … unreasonably high level of expectation placed on me by my own self. There’s a Longfellow quote which summarises this nicely: “We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.” I am *mired* in this problem right now. My expectation of myself is that really, I can do a 6400 word chapter in a day. I *know* I can. I’ve done it any number…
sooooooo envious
Approximately half the known world, or at least half my known world, will be in New York this weekend for Comic Con, and I am *so* envious. Sadly, though, we didn’t win the lottery yesterday, so we’re not jet-setting off the the Big Apple. Maybe next year… I guess I got up too early. I was exhausted before I did anything, and then the cats sat on me when I sat down to write, and they emitted sleep rays, and I succumbed. Ted got up before I’d entirely fallen asleep,…