May 31st, 2006

viking princess necklace

Bits and bobs

The top card on my desk says, "Fix puffins to groan." Did you know that puffins groan? I did not. I thought they would gronk or honk. It's good for writers to have friends who work various interesting places doing various interesting things, so that when the question comes up of what noise puffins make or when the color-band code on resistors became standardized, I know who to e-mail.

I am close enough to done with this revision of this book that I will possibly stop obsessing about puffins soon -- they're really a minor element, I'm afraid -- and, I hope, go back to obsessing about moose. Which are also a minor element. But still important. Also I will continue trying not to think of what novel comes next, because it is not time for that yet. Not not not not. No.

I had written "goddess tag" on a line where it needed to be indicated that a goddess was speaking, but now I'm caught up in trying to think what kind of graffiti a goddess would do. Tangentially, I saw a tiny gold heart around the word "home," sprayed on the sidewalk on a street corner near Sebastian Joe's, and I thought of your books, leahbobet.

The last few days, I've been peckish at breakfast, ravenous at lunch, and radically opposed to the very concept of dinner. While this is better than a permanent opposition to food, and thus an improvement over last week, it is not what we would call convenient. Still, I had lembas fish and bell peppers and raspberries and a double-chocolate-almond cookie for lunch, and it's hard to think ill of that.

(Also, I originally typed "thus an improvement over next week." Because I'm having trouble with time again-still. One of my minor fears is that some editor will think I'm doing something complicated and either really brilliant or really stupid with time in one of my stories, when in fact I just can never keep the words today, tomorrow, and yesterday straight. Watch my verb tense -- that's the only way to tell, if you're not directly involved.)

Finally, yhlee has just asked what key I'm in, and I think I'm in A-flat major. (That's me, not my singing voice.) And you?
question

Marching. Ants.

I was singing a song to timprov, and now we are having a discussion. Please help us settle it.

In the song, "The ants go marching one by one," the ants' destination is:

Poll #739435 The ants: where they are going.

And they all go marching down, to the ground:

To get out of the rain.
65(72.2%)
To the center of the earth
6(6.7%)
But..why is the rum gone?
7(7.8%)
Something else, which I will tell you in comments.
2(2.2%)

Duck, duck:

Goose
74(79.6%)
Gray-duck
14(15.1%)
You didn't duck fast enough
4(4.3%)
Huh?
0(0.0%)
Something else, which I will tell you in comments.
1(1.1%)

Jules Verne features prominently in children's songs:

All the time
3(3.3%)
Occasionally
8(8.8%)
Seldom
22(24.2%)
Never
21(23.1%)
Not nearly as often as H.G. Wells
3(3.3%)
Not nearly as often as Orson Welles
5(5.5%)
You people are dangerous lunatics
29(31.9%)

We have discussions like this in my house:

All the time
39(41.9%)
All the time, and I live by myself
13(14.0%)
Occasionally
32(34.4%)
Seldom
3(3.2%)
Never
1(1.1%)
You people are dangerous lunatics.
5(5.4%)


I was going to ask you something else, but the ants drove it right out of my head.