a night in
I’ve had LA Confidential from (the Irish equivalent of) Netflix for about two months now, and so, because Ted is going off to watch the new Punisher movie, which I’m sure is too violent for me, I’m going to have A Night In. It will involve popcorn and orange juice and hopefully a kitty snuggling up with me, and possibly a viewing of Stardust after I’ve watched LA Confidential, but probably not because there’s some kind of international dance competition thing on TV at 9 that I kind of want to watch.
I spent a while practicing my tin whistle this afternoon (I need a tin whistle icon). It’s been about 6 days shy of a year since I crunched my hand and stopped practicing, which I’d been doing almost daily in January last year. I’m not nearly as good at reading the music now as I was after a month of practice last year. Also–and this isn’t new, just a comment–unless I already know what the tune sounds like, I really have no skill at all at timing or note lengths. I mean, I know what 4/4 time or 3/4 time or whatever *is*, but it’s meaningless in terms of trying to make the tunes sound like music. Conveniently, this particular book comes with a CD so I can hear the tunes played, but I have to find the CD….
In other news, the colors for Chance #4 are done, and it’s going to be a really truly gorgeous issue. Sadly, I don’t have an update on when Chance #2 is going to be out, and probably won’t get one before next week, because New York Comic Con is this weekend.
‘k. I think that’s all for the moment.
I found my tin whistle book. It was…wait for it…shelved tidily in the bookcase not 18 inches from my elbow as I work every day.
In my defense, I’d forgotten that it was a full-sized book, and had been searching for a smaller one, which in my opinion explains why I didn’t see it. Also I didn’t look on that bookcase, because I thought I was looking for something smaller (well, I *was* looking for something smaller, just wrongly) and I thought it was on the other bookcase. Or in a box. But it was neither, and now I have a second one to practice with, too, because Ted bought me one after I lost the first one. o.o :)
Maybe I’ll go practice. :)
ytd wordcount: 26,600
miles to Dunharrow: 166.9
extremely eclectic post
Ted was morally superior this morning and got up and went to the gym. I, on the other hand, slept until the cats came and lay on me, and then slept some more. I’ll go do my pilates in a minute, but I feel kind of guilty. Especially since it’s not actually raining this morning, and I fear I’ve lost my only chance for getting outside when it’s not miserable.
…I wish people would put their twitters behind cut tags. I do not care about twitter. If I wanted to read twitters, I would join twitter. It would be fine if LJ would allow me to filter my flist for specific words, and that way I could just filter out the twitters, which would presumably make everybody happy.
It was not a writeful weekend. We did watch the rest of season one Sanctuary. Peter Wingfield is still incredibly gorgeous, and Sanctuary was a welcome relief after the latest BSG, Supernatural and Smallville (well, ok, Smallville is not the Hammer Of Angst that the other two shows are, but BSG has clearly been attending the GRRM/Joss Whedon school of writing (they have been all along, but Jesus *Christ*)). Assuming the CW doesn’t go under, I’m going to be heretical and say I kind of want a season 9 of Smallville, because a 9th season will allow them to finish season 8 in the best possible way it can be done.
I have some small hope of remembering to practice (which is to say, start over entirely with) the tin whistle today/this week. Somewhere round about last August I kind of went ‘why the hell did I stop practicing, I was doing so well /with/ the practicing’ and then I followed it up with ‘oh yeah, because I BROKE TWO FINGERS’. Around November I started being able to once more support weight with those fingers, although I can still crink them more easily than I like, but they’re certainly tin-whistle-okay. I wonder where I put the thing…
Every time I turn the computer on I get Bon Jovi’s “Dry County” stuck in my head, because I’ve got the rough draft cover for WALKING DEAD as my desktop background, and it’s got a tag line of “NO ONE’S GETTING OUT OF THERE ALIVE”. It took over a week for me to figure out *why* I kept getting that song stuck in my head.
…does anybody feel like upgrading WordPress for me? I’ll say nice things about you in the acknowledgements of a book…
Ooh, I finished the Sun Sword books. Really good. Fewer people died than I expected. I want to know what happens next. I’ll have to read the HUNTER books, and someday when they’re all out, the HOUSE WAR books (although I don’t really *care* about the formation of the Den. I just want to know what happens *next*.)
All right, this is not at all like doing pilates, much less writing. *slogs off*
miles to Dunharrow: 132.8