Four Bros Make A God

[handful_ofdust]

A 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.

I see the birdies in the trees
I see the fishes in the seas
And perching on the garden wall
I see the man that made it all
I see the sand, I see the stones
I see right through into your bones
Your skeleton can dance all night
And caper 'neath the swaying light

Sleeping with your devil mask
Is all I want to do
And when I stop it means
I'm through with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

So welcome Mr. Dennis Forbes
Who's brought along his perspex orbs
And they are full of leather peas
That rattle like a slow disease
I've got to have a nasty thought
Because of all the stuff I bought
From sultry Mr. Gareth Hobbes
Who does a load of useless jobs
And in the chapel after lunch
They used to cluster in a bunch

Sleeping with your devil mask
Is all I wanna do
And when I stop it means
I'm through with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

It's all compulsion, there's no choice
My mother's second name is Joyce
And once when she was very young
She saw a cellist being hung
Thirteen men with long black heads
All came and stood around her bed
And when the morning light came in
She saw their heads had all caved in
Their rotting brains fell to the floor
And crawled away towards the door

Sleeping with your Devil mask
Is all I wanna do
And when I stop it means
I'm through with you
Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah, yeah, yeah

The organism rapes itself
(Sleeping with your devil mask)
And then gives birth upon the shelf
(Sleeping with your devil mask)
And over where the magpie struts
(Sleeping with your devil mask)
A flower billows from my guts
(Sleeping with your devil mask)
Some things go in some things go out
And next time 'round I'll be a trout

Comments

[baggyeyes]

old geek rumbles awake...

Whatever you do, stay away from Angelfire. The ads will just kill you.

Bravenet seems fairly decent.

Modifying a Dreamwidth page is fairly easy...I should, though, write up a howto guide on getting the images from the layout maker's server to photobucket. If it's written right, it's easy.


I've been dodging lightning storms, and that's meant I've had to unplug the computer. It's been almost everydamnday, so I have comments for you, but I need to see the text and work it along.

But now I have to turn everything off again. Unplug.

I'll get it to you tomorrow.

[handful-ofdust.livejournal.com]

I look forward to the comments, absolutely. And yeah, Bravenet looks good...

[baggyeyes]

...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.

That right there is great news.