Wow. I just spent my afternoon formatting, coding, and finally uploading half of the articles I’d thought of putting on the Owldaughter – Read page.
I completely forgot about the chicken in the oven, though. I think it might be overdone.
But damn it, I’ve updated the colour style of the pages, and created a link for half the pieces I wanted to list. Go me!
I’ve been coding my articles to put up in the Read section of my new website, and you know, I don’t have a single piece of fiction that I feel comfortable posting publicly. This is not a good sign. I’ve been thinking about posting an excerpt from the half-finished Great Canadian Novel (officially 7/12 complete!), from my NaNo novel And By Many Other Names, and maybe that nameless fantasy thing I found on my laptop; but I haven’t written short fiction in years. Oh, sure, there’s that short story I wrote last week, but I realised a couple of days ago that there’s exactly one person on the face of this earth who would understand it completely. I can’t even let my husband read it, because it could ruin a role-playing game we go back to every once in a while.
So that’s frustrating. On the other hand, this morning I received an e-mail from someone whose opinion I value and who rarely compliments anyone. The message was a complete surprise and praised dedication, strength, and independence. A portion of that praise also came from a couple of other people who I’d pretty much do anything for, and it’s rather heady. That e-mail made my day; I feel as if I’m walking a few inches off the floor. (And to borrow a phrase from Skippy, “those who know will know”!)
You know, I did have a flash of a story idea as I was falling asleep last night. Maybe I’ll try doing something with that today.
Dinner’s being made, so I’m still noodling about on the Wondrous Wide World of Web.
In seeking an author web site I found a welcome page for a hosting service which included the following:
Disclaimer:
Almost all of these sites assume you, Gentle Reader, don’t have a problem with one, more, or all of the following, and moreover that you are of a legal age, height, weight, state of mind, state of reason, or state of confusion to view this content in your community, city, town, village, borough, township, county, region, ZIP or Postal Code, state, province, area or city code, time zone, country, continent, hemisphere, planet, solar system, galaxy, or parallel dimension to view the content therein. Not all views expressed are those of Mike and Lorrie, and I’m quite certain that views expressed by some of the sites’ administrators are not shared by others. Viva free speech!
Non-Christian religions:
Neither Lorrie nor Mike follow an Abrahamic faith. Few of their friends do either. If that bothers you, browse somewhere else. This means that sites hosted here are cheerfully pagan, and almost all are of a Teutonocentric bent. That means Germanic. That does emphatically not mean “racist prat.” Just so we’re clear.
Unusual spiritual practices:
Not only do we worship strange gods, but we wholly advocate doing odd things with them once you have Their attention. Magic, poring over quaint, dusty volumes of forgotten lore, several other things. Mind you, people who didn’t bail after the first one probably aren’t going to leave us here, but I thought you should know.
I like people who display healthy senses of humour. It’s good for the soul.
Apparently NASA had a sense of humour at one point too, but the proof’s been removed:
Told for the truth, guys. NASA actually has a document on what to do in case of a Viking Raid. Here at last is proof that NASA and the government does have a sense of humor after all! (Has now been moved from the original NASA site…updated as of 11/17/99) (Found on this list of barbarian literature, of all places. I’m looking for Diana Paxson links, okay?)
Every once in a while, the technopagans I know joke about literally calling the quarters from circle with various hand-held communication devices. This is for them.
Peeps – unholy marshmallow creatures. Being more of a chocolate bunny girl myself, I didn’t encounter Peeps until three years ago when a co-worker introduced me to the original Peep Research page. Then, it was LOTR as peformed by the little critters: Lord of the Peeps: The Fellowship of the Peep. Now, at last, someone has done a Peep study that touches my very heart: A study of small fluffy creatures and library research.
Three States Aim to Outlaw Eco-Protests
What’s next – complete abolishment of free speech?
And at the other end of the spectrum, science has established the optimum method of shoe lacing. Thank goodness; I don’t know how much longer we could have gone on…
See what happens when I work at the computer? I blog as I find nifty stuff while I research. When I don’t work, I don’t blog. You can be thankful or disappointed, as you like.
I’m done now, though. I need another Advil or two; my neck hurts.
I’m experiencing the odd message that my web page (i.e. this blog) doesn’t appear to have a default home page or is under construction when I try to reach it.
Anyone else experiencing technical difficulty?