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Four Bros Make A God
Jul. 29th, 2009 11:08 amA Book of Tongues so far, today: 371 words, which brings us to the end of the notes. I also bookmarked a bunch of information on Tezcatlipoaca, the second Mictlan-Xibalba Bunch playa in the works, and found--as ever--that things were shaking down extremely well, in terms of pre-ordained hooks and eyes to tie shit together with. For example: Did you know that T-Cat (as I like to call him, in my head), Quetzalcoatal, Huitzipochtli and Xipe Totec are not only "brothers", but often identified as four different aspects of the same god? And Texcatlipoaca, particularly in his "black" form, is the default; a trickster killer, contrary god of reflexive change, Enemy of Enemies. All of which makes Chess Pargeter pretty much his perfect avatar, doesn't it?;)
But now I need to eat something, take a bath, figure out where my damn umbrella is, and (eventually) go pick up Cal, who was "well" enough that Steve was finally able to run him over to Surrey Place this morning. The cough is still there, but reflexive rather than unstoppable; he seems to have gotten over his painful diarrhea, thank God. And he's certainly far more responsive than he has been, the last few days--yesterday at lunch, after a bit of prompting, he started asking me to identify things: "What IS this?" "A box of Tic Tacs." "A box of Tic Tac." "No, a box of Tic Tacs." And then, when Steve called in the afternoon, he said "Hi" over the phone for the first time ever. I'll take (more than) a bit of random flippiness, if I get stuff like that along with it.
Anyhow. Finished up Spell Games, the last Marla Mason book, which brings me to 139 books read this year. "Naturally", it brought me back to a biggish looming problem (especially what with Tongues and Thorns on the horizon), which is the fact that when Geocities shuts down, my last viable professional writing-oriented website will disappear off the face of the 'Net. And while I certainly wish I could just pull this stuff out of my ass, I can't--I'm not web-minded, in particular. I wouldn't even really know how to go about modifying a fresh Dreamwidth or LJ page, let alone trying to build a whole new site from the bottom up. But the necessity of having someplace I can direct people to will only become more pressing, the closer we get to Draft/Ground Zero. (Do I really also need to stress that whatever I end up with will need to be relatively cheap and easy to update, too? Yet not look like shit. All that.)
All right, that's fifteen minutes or so wasted. Back in.
Amended to add: Actually, no. Have this, since I found it:
Lyrics beneath the cut.
( Read more... )
But now I need to eat something, take a bath, figure out where my damn umbrella is, and (eventually) go pick up Cal, who was "well" enough that Steve was finally able to run him over to Surrey Place this morning. The cough is still there, but reflexive rather than unstoppable; he seems to have gotten over his painful diarrhea, thank God. And he's certainly far more responsive than he has been, the last few days--yesterday at lunch, after a bit of prompting, he started asking me to identify things: "What IS this?" "A box of Tic Tacs." "A box of Tic Tac." "No, a box of Tic Tacs." And then, when Steve called in the afternoon, he said "Hi" over the phone for the first time ever. I'll take (more than) a bit of random flippiness, if I get stuff like that along with it.
Anyhow. Finished up Spell Games, the last Marla Mason book, which brings me to 139 books read this year. "Naturally", it brought me back to a biggish looming problem (especially what with Tongues and Thorns on the horizon), which is the fact that when Geocities shuts down, my last viable professional writing-oriented website will disappear off the face of the 'Net. And while I certainly wish I could just pull this stuff out of my ass, I can't--I'm not web-minded, in particular. I wouldn't even really know how to go about modifying a fresh Dreamwidth or LJ page, let alone trying to build a whole new site from the bottom up. But the necessity of having someplace I can direct people to will only become more pressing, the closer we get to Draft/Ground Zero. (Do I really also need to stress that whatever I end up with will need to be relatively cheap and easy to update, too? Yet not look like shit. All that.)
All right, that's fifteen minutes or so wasted. Back in.
Amended to add: Actually, no. Have this, since I found it:
Lyrics beneath the cut.
( Read more... )
