There are a pair of little characters in Finn Family Moomintroll who talk sort of inside-out. When a character named Sniff gets angry at them, another character tells them, "Piff is sneevish. Nake no totice." Sneevish seems like the perfect description of the mood I'm in right now.
My idiot cousin has enrolled her cat in some sort of online contest. She's sending out thrice-daily e-mails about his progress. Today I hit Reply and said, "Hey, can you take me off the list for this?" She replied, "Sure thing, but did you go vote for my kitty?"
I am irritable and out of sorts. I'm not reading porn. I'm not clicking on art links. I'm not even tempted by the "post a sentence from your WIPs" meme. I wonder if I'm turning into one of those mundanes who'd really rather spend the evening reading The Turn of the Screw than reading even a very good iteration of "Harry and Snape screw." (I actually have never read The Turn of the Screw before, but the library book is sitting over there on the coffee table, beckoning me. It doesn't know that I know better than to read scary stuff when I'm the only adult in the house.)
On the plus side, tomorrow I get to spend the morning waiting in line for madrigal dinner tickets. It's hard to overstate the pleasure of spending an entire Sunday morning and afternoon all alooooooone, far from a phone, with nothing but an uncomfortable high-school chair, two library books, an iPod, and a cup of coffee (assuming I remember to make the coffee), while the spouse gets the kidlet to feed, dress, be-church, and feed again. I've been to this madrigal dinner so many times I could just about step in for one of the altos, but I'm still enthusiastic about the ticket-buying process.
My idiot cousin has enrolled her cat in some sort of online contest. She's sending out thrice-daily e-mails about his progress. Today I hit Reply and said, "Hey, can you take me off the list for this?" She replied, "Sure thing, but did you go vote for my kitty?"
I am irritable and out of sorts. I'm not reading porn. I'm not clicking on art links. I'm not even tempted by the "post a sentence from your WIPs" meme. I wonder if I'm turning into one of those mundanes who'd really rather spend the evening reading The Turn of the Screw than reading even a very good iteration of "Harry and Snape screw." (I actually have never read The Turn of the Screw before, but the library book is sitting over there on the coffee table, beckoning me. It doesn't know that I know better than to read scary stuff when I'm the only adult in the house.)
On the plus side, tomorrow I get to spend the morning waiting in line for madrigal dinner tickets. It's hard to overstate the pleasure of spending an entire Sunday morning and afternoon all alooooooone, far from a phone, with nothing but an uncomfortable high-school chair, two library books, an iPod, and a cup of coffee (assuming I remember to make the coffee), while the spouse gets the kidlet to feed, dress, be-church, and feed again. I've been to this madrigal dinner so many times I could just about step in for one of the altos, but I'm still enthusiastic about the ticket-buying process.
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Date: 11/6/04 06:37 pm (UTC)i hope you enjoy Turn of the Screw. I absolutely adore it, and I think it's one of those texts that actually gains in analysis. There are some brilliant readings out there, and it's such a great example to illustrate utter uncertainty :D
Enjoy your evening!!!
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Date: 11/6/04 07:10 pm (UTC)Not really the scariest thing I've ever read either - in the conventional sense of don't-read-alone-in-a-creepy-house. There are things in it that will make you shiver, but maybe not as you might expect. I'll be intrigued to know what you think of it.
As to not feeling the love, I think there's a lot of it about. I feel like I'm coming out of a fugue state that's been running for several weeks now. Sometimes, you have to just conserve your energies for the many things that are unavoidable, and the few things you really want to do, and let the things you're doing out of habit and custom slide away for a while. You can always pick them up later on down the track.
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Date: 11/6/04 11:09 pm (UTC)You've actually read Finn Family Moomintroll??!! (And that solved one mystery of how the books have been translated *GRIN* Nake no totice). Well, except the name, which is actually 'Magician's hat', but maybe they just had to have the 'Finn' there :D
I so envy you for your Sunday. Every sententece I'm going to hear today will start with a 'MOM! :(
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Date: 11/7/04 12:47 am (UTC)*bursts out laughing*
Oh my.
I've had phases like that. Published literature can be too mindblowing. I've always been lured back into the slashy fold, though. In one way or another. But it is very good to take a break. I can get over-invested in the online life.
Oh, and the joys of kidlessness!!
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Date: 11/7/04 12:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 11/7/04 01:21 am (UTC)Yes! I was just poking my head into the comments to say that hey, I'd always wondered how they did that. That's cute, that is.
Nån komslar! viskade Tofslan. Tyst som en musla!
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Date: 11/7/04 07:02 am (UTC)If so, I have to squee right along with you... :)
I hear you,
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Date: 11/10/04 12:36 pm (UTC)The spouse is a fellow introvert, so he understands that when I say "I need time alone," I don't mean the way I need chocolate; I mean the way I need oxygen.
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Date: 11/10/04 12:43 pm (UTC)I've always wondered about the names, too. Why do the Hemulen and the Snork get 'the' in their names?
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Date: 11/10/04 01:03 pm (UTC)And I say the Hemul, because the Hemulen is grammatically incorrect; he's called the Hemul (the -en ending is how Swedish marks the definite article) because he is a Hemul, that's his species, just as the Snork is a Snork. (What's his sister called in translation?) And the Moomintroll is, of course, a Moomintroll. *g*
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Date: 11/10/04 01:07 pm (UTC)PS#2: I'm comfort-rereading all your dS stuff, and after posting this I'll hit the back button and return to Juncture. Thanks for having so much good st8uff.
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Date: 11/10/04 02:01 pm (UTC)The Snork's sister is called the Snork Maiden in English, which seems to me to suit her personality. What's she called in the original?
I'm comfort-rereading all your dS stuff, and after posting this I'll hit the back button and return to Juncture.
[beaming at you]
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Date: 11/15/04 07:27 am (UTC)Snufkin, btw, is Snusmumriken in the original, with an -en ending, so he should be the Snufkin. Sniff, though, is just Sniff. We never hear of any other snufkins; his father was a joxer. er. The Joxer, I suppose. No resemblance whatever to the Xena one. They seem to be one of a kind.
The Snork Maiden is Snorkfröken in the original - which does mean the snork maiden. (Or Miss Snork, but that doesn't really... no.)
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