The Mayan long calendar ends a year from today. Well, it doesn’t end, it clicks over to the next–b’ak’tun, it’s called. The 14th b’ak’tun. There’s no more prophetic doom associated with the end of the long calendar than the millennium, and possibly less: lifting from Wiki, we have the commentary that “for the ancient Maya, it was a huge celebration to make it to the end of a whole cycle.” Me, while I’m in no hurry for the world to end, I’d love to see some kind of stunning world-changing…
Author: mizkit
thinks.
thinks to do: – laundry – dishes – attempt to arrange living room suitably for christmas tree – get auction winners’ books into the mail – finish wrapping christmas presents – get a box for the one particularly difficult-shaped present so it can finally be shipped – shower It’s amazing how a 2am resolution, brought on by an oogy tummy, to never eat anything bad for me again can totally vanish by 6:30am.
I need a whiteboard.
Or something like a whiteboard, so I can write down the next day’s activities on it without forever posting thinks lists to LJ. Perhaps that would help me to remember, say, doing the laundry (which I still haven’t started today). And exercise. And things like that. Or maybe it’d just hang unused, but it’d be an attempt, right? Right. I’m suffering from Chaz’s usual Difficulty With Delivery Men. Having missed yesterday’s delivery, I am now waiting at home obediently for a delivery which might be “a little later” than yesterday’s…
a good day
I unexpectedly got about 4500 words written today. Finished “Don’t Wreck Your Soul” and submitted it (a mere 3 weeks late, cringe), and got probably half of the next “No Dominion” Kickstarter short story reward written. I had expected it to be a lighthearted romp (it’s called “The Christmas Hollidays”), only, er, it’s turning out to be something that Morrison is going to kill me for. Kill me dead. I also consulted with the woman for whom the Magick 4 Terri short story is going to be written, and she…
Sherlock Holmes: Game of Shadows
I have never come so close to walking out of a movie in my life. Seriously, if Ted hadn’t been with me, I think I’d have been out of there in the first ten minutes. The reason why, full of spoilers, behind the cut. So is a fair bit of swearing.