Lambiel vs. Polunin: who did it best?

Oct. 23rd, 2017 09:00 pm
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Bearing in mind that a fair contest requires you to imagine Lambiel 1) with top-notch high definition camera work and 2) wearing only a pair of ballet tights... I think it's close...

(Though you could argue that Polunin musters up more authentic agony, whereas Lambiel just looks like he's having a lot of fun.)



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Oct. 23rd, 2017 02:11 pm
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I need to set some sort of alarm to remind me to take regular breaks to lie on the floor on my back. It hurts to do it, but it's the only thing that eases my shoulders at all, and when I don't do it, they just get tighter and tighter and tighter which also hurts. I'm pretty sure that the things that hurt when I lie on the floor aren't going to be harmed by it. The shoulder thing hurts and exhausts me. I'm pretty sure it's contributing to me not sleeping at night.

Cordelia and her friends were sufficiently bored by Saturday night's dance that they left after about an hour (considering it was a bit more than $25 per ticket, that seems like a terrible return on our money). They walked to one of Cordelia's friend's houses. Cordelia says she really wished for a jacket or sweatshirt because her dress is sleeveless.

Scott got really pretty cranky about not getting around to mowing the lawn on Saturday. The front lawn looks okay even when it doesn't get mowed for weeks, but the backyard actually gets sun for a lot of the day, and it gets pretty shaggy. I don't care because we don't do anything out there and because no one can see it but our neighbors who don't much care. Scott, however, was brought up with the idea that lawn care is Important as a sign of competent adulthood.

Seriously, when we were house hunting, we looked for the smallest lawn we could get. (Condos weren't an option because, in our price range, they were all either too small for our bed (or our books) or very, very vertical; most were both. We were more concerned about limiting stairs than about lawns.)

We got sandwiches while we were doing our library run yesterday because I was running out of time to eat. Scott got a sandwich with pesto, and the basil was so strong that I really wanted to get up and move because my mind associates the smell with getting sick after eating it. I hadn't expected to have that reaction, and I'll need to mention it to Scott so that he knows for next time. I don't mind him eating it, but it would be much better if we sat at separate tables for it.

We have no idea if we'll be able to go to the celebration for Scott's sister's birthday on Saturday. Her family needs to be done and gone before we can possibly get there if Scott's working that day. Sunday wasn't an option because of a choir fundraiser that will keep Cordelia most of the afternoon combined with me not being able to eat anything at all after 6 p.m. on school nights.

I think I'm in spitting distance of the end of the first draft of the story I'm currently working on. I hope so, anyway. I know the main thing I need to address when I edit. I just keep cat waxing, though. I can write a couple hundred words, and then I need to stop for a while. Mostly, right now, I'm looking over saved prompts to see which ones I really, really want to write. I think I need to delete any that don't give me immediate plot bunnies. Well, I'll keep the ones from people I know, too, with a generous definition of 'know.'
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But I can tell you, without question, that this is the Istanbul we went to.

The cats and dogs of Istanbul are its best rebels. Cats wander freely through the fences of military installations, eating and shitting and pissing where they like in between long suspicious stares at passersby. Just behind the military museum behind the big scary military apartment building you definitely should not take a picture of, a ring of statues rolls clockwise through Turkish history. There is a statue of Attila the Hun, and Timur the Lame, and then Ataturk, huge and bronze and gesturing in the general direction of a blood-red Turkish flag.

A dog sprinted across the park, circling and setting down in the grass to gnaw a bone he'd found somewhere. Two other dogs followed in tow, waiting with all the intensity of a thousand suns for the hound to drop it. He ignored the soldiers and the signs and the other dogs and everyone else, gnawing on a meal at the feet of the father of the nation.


The Istanbul Derby: Soccer, Fire, and a Game at the World's Crossroads

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Oct. 22nd, 2017 02:41 pm
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I slept really, really badly last night. We went to bed a little after 11, and at 3, I was still awake. I think I slept through Scott getting up to go to work. At least, I don't remember him going. During the not sleeping part of things, I was in that state where my body was almost relaxed and my mind was too unfocused for getting up to do something else (I couldn't have kept my eyes open), but I couldn't get either mind or body to let go and actually sleep. If sleeping were falling, this would be the equivalent of getting snagged on something three quarters of the way down. I couldn't go back up, and I couldn't make it to the bottom either. (I know-- The analogy's not great since falling is painful and undesirable and sleep is beneficial. Just go with me. I can't think of anything better.)

This getting stuck at the almost asleep stage is really pretty common for me. It's why I always boggle at the folks who say that, if I can't sleep, I should get up and do something else and go back to bed when I can sleep. I have no idea how getting up to do something else would be possible when the only part of my brain that's functioning is the tense, anxious bit that says that letting go is dangerous and/or wasteful.

I end up spinning a lot of stories when I'm in that state. I can't tell, though, if the stories prolong the difficulty or just fill the time. Or, maybe, even are a beneficial side effect since my plausibility editors tend to be offline just then which can lead to me having ideas that I actually can turn into stories later.

Scott and I mostly just relaxed at home last night. We took a walk out around 7 p.m. because someone from the other side in Ingress hit the science and nature center. I was confused by the rhythm of how the attacks went and by what was attacked when, but all was explained when we got there and found the place full of people. There was a Halloween event for families, and pretty much all of the timing weirdness makes sense if the other player had a kid or kids and was following them and only playing when they stopped for long enough to be safe.

Scott made level 10 as a result, so it was all good. He sent a thank you to the other player over the game comms which we hope was taken as sincerely as it was meant. He doesn't get much chance to play, especially this time of year, unless something happens at the science and nature center.

I need to go back through my journal and check against the other records I've been keeping, but last night gave me a strong indication that the breakthrough menstrual bleeding I've been having for months might actually correlate with when I take long walks. I think that will be a project for tomorrow while Cordelia's at school. I'll be seeing the gynecologist on the 9th, and I don't think I need to have that checking done any sooner than that.

Orthodoxy in Oxford

Oct. 22nd, 2017 08:55 am
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One of the things that I loved most about Russia was being able to pass any random church – usually a beautiful Baroque church – and know that it was an Orthodox church. And the fact that there was usually a service going on, which meant that I could go in, light a few candles and stand for a few minutes to enjoy the architecture and the singing before going on with my sightseeing. (There's no expectation that you'll arrive on time, or indeed stay till the end, as long as you know the points of the service during which you're not meant to leave.)

Back in Oxford, I'm really missing it. I would go to church much more if it could be this simple - if I could just pop in between the farmer's market and the cafe as part of my weekend routine. In the week and a half I was in Russia, I went to more church services than I've been to in years. (Not to mention wore a headscarf more than I ever have... it was a good chance to use all the scarves I have lying around.)

Really I shouldn't complain. I know there are places, like in the American South, where you have to drive for hours to get to an Orthodox church. I grew up in a town with one, and I've just discovered that we have four here in Oxford, not two as I'd originally thought.

• the Greek Orthodox/Russian Orthodox one, the oldest Orthodox church in Oxford and the home of Kallistos Ware, which is unfortunately a long walk from my house
• the other Russian Orthodox church (Patriarchate of Moscow), which is also a bit of a hike
• a Romanian Orthodox church
• an Indian Orthodox church (Malenkara Orthodox Syrian)

Whether or not I manage to get off my couch within the next half an hour to go to church this morning, I must definitely plan to visit the latter two sometime - particularly the last, as I've never been to an Oriental Orthodox church before. We shall see...

ETA: I ended up going to the other Russian church, which I hadn't visited before in its new home, and turns out to be only 20 minutes walk. Not too bad.

More booky thoughts

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:42 pm
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Moomin ranting tonight a bit (charmingly) about wishing his class was broader than just European fairy tales but he also appreciates that it is focused and grounded in particular history.

I was thinking how I came up against that wall around the same age, a bit earlier, and went looking for "world" stuff or just anything not English, US based, "western culture" wanting to see anything possible. Anthologies were good or looking by specific country or ethnicity. I would root through any library or bookstore. Encyclopedias too. The indexes of books were super instructive. It took just years for me to have any real handle on the depth of the problems of histories but it was clear from the beginning that A LOT WAS WRONG. I didn't go into that (right now it is better if I listen to him than talk about my own thoughts)

Anyway! I'm so, so proud of Moomin and his excitement about scholarly things. I feel like no matter what he does in life he will have that kind of love of books and knowledge and stories.

He also really loved Gilgamesh so I am going to show him those awesome debates online between Hoe and Plough, Fish and Bird, etc.

Dept. of Beautiful, Beautiful Son

Oct. 21st, 2017 09:33 pm
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This Is My Son, In Whom I Am Well Pleased

Do take a look. He's a handsome one, he is. )

My son turned 33 on Friday. I told him I loved him, and I told him not to get crucified, because that's the kind of disrespectful lapsed Christian-type joke that he appreciates (and hence the title.) We both snickered. We're both probably going to hell. 

He is wonderful. He is talented, creative, gentle, empathetic, kind, handsome. He sings, he writes radio plays. He writes songs for pantos. He is hard working, loving, and fannish. Oh, so very fannish. 

(And yes, he's enraged and frustrated me over the years. What child hasn't done that to his or her mother?)

He is, quite simply, Andy. I love him, and I am so very lucky he is my son. 

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Oct. 21st, 2017 09:07 pm
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To Owls

You, 
[personal profile] owlboy , are amazing. You are a polymath, a wild person, a writer, an artist, and someone who would be mad, bad, and dangerous to know, if you weren't not bad, and a delight to know. I'm glad I met you here on the Intarwebz, and here's to a very, very good year for you. And I hope your birthday was fantastic.  

Dept. of Truly Lovely People

Oct. 21st, 2017 08:05 pm
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Late In The Day Birthday Wishes

I am so very lucky to know all of you out there in journal land, and two of the people I am particularly happy to have met celebrated birthdays today. What with cat purgatory, that almost slipped by me. 

[personal profile] a_phoenixdragon  is an adventurer in life, taking on journeys, challenges, setbacks and battles that many people would find impossible to undertake or survive. She is also one of those remarkable humans who can find beauty and good in the tiny corners where many of us would forget to look for them. She is creative, funny, a lover of knowledge, a woman who fights for the people she loves, and somehow finds time to create; she has never let her muse too far out of her sight, even if there are times she thinks the creature has escaped. I am so lucky to have met her in RL, and can report that she is one of the sweetest people I've ever met. And she talks more than I do - which is so cool! My dear, I hope your loved ones showed you how much they love you, and gave you a very good birthday. And may the coming year be better than you could dream of!

[personal profile] editrx  is another adventurer who has dealt with challenge, setback, and the fuckwittery of the world with more bravery and determination than I could ever imagine. In the midst of all that, she's generous with her time. She's funny, fannish, extremely good at what she does, and if I were the kind of fairy godmother I wish I could be, I would wave a wand and make sure that this happy birthday wish was accompanied by more than friendship and respect. May the coming year be thrice as good as you want it to be!

But wait, there's more!

The remarkable 
[personal profile] elisi , who celebrates on Oct. 22, is someone for whom I have so much respect that it's impossible to truly describe it. She writes fiction and non-fiction, meta and life observations, while raising a family of remarkable young women, and staying in touch with the world with intelligence and grace. Thank you for being you, and thank you for broadening my world in so very many ways, all through your love of a madman with a box, one that's bigger on the inside. If I am ever on your side of the Atlantic, it would be my honor to take you out for a drink of whatever might be your pleasure. Until then? Continue being awesome, and have a fantastic birthday. 


Mermaid points

Oct. 21st, 2017 04:22 pm
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Moomin convinced me that the HCA Little Mermaid story is actually amazing because she just feels her feelings but isn't an asshole, doesn't get married, and becomes foam on the sea and an air spirit who helps people so basically her story NEVER ENDS and she is a SUPERHERO who flies around with air powers, doing good in the world! I started out with the complete opposite point of view on this story.

Also when he said he thought of me in relation to her feeling like she is walking on knives..... i actually think of that sometimes so that kind of touched me.

He is also reading Gilgamesh and some Bible stuff for philosophy class and seems to be keeping up in his other math class! So nice to have him here even for a day. <3

write stuff

Oct. 21st, 2017 05:25 pm
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Author reveals have just happened for [community profile] femslashex and were yesterday for [community profile] crossovering, so I can cop to the fics I wrote. The discerning reader will notice similarities. :-)

Footsteps in the Sea (5926 words) by Isis
Fandom: Black Sails
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Captain Flint/Thomas Hamilton
Characters: Captain Flint (Black Sails), Thomas Hamilton
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Rivers of London Fusion, Supernatural Elements, Post-Canon, Genius Loci, Crossovering Exchange
Summary: James and Thomas escape from the plantation, find passage to the islands, are caught in a storm at sea, and make a bargain with Neptune.

When I saw [archiveofourown.org profile] linndechir's crossovering prompt for Ocean God Flint, I knew I wanted to write that. I didn't actually game the system, but there were only two people I could write for, and so I was delighted to get this assignment. My favorite part of the Rivers of London series is the existence of the Rivers themselves, the idea of genius loci who rule over their small parts of the natural world. Plus I had always wanted to tackle James and Thomas's immediate post-canon story.

The beach on which Thomas and James find themselves after escaping the plantation, by the way, is where the Bull River empties into Wassaw Sound. The beach where Thomas awakens after the shipwreck is in the Berry Islands of the Bahamas.

The Pirate and the Mermaid (8628 words) by Isis
Fandom: Original Work
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pirate/Mermaid
Characters: Original Female Character(s)
Additional Tags: Mermaids, Pirates, Supernatural Elements, Cultural Differences, Shipwrecks
Summary: "Of course," said Charlie pettishly. As if she was just a stupid kid, asking stupid questions. "How was I supposed to know? You're the first mermaid I've ever met."

"Well, you're the first woman-with-legs I've ever met!" snapped the mermaid.

Oh, man, this was the most fun thing to write ever. I kind of ignored [archiveofourown.org profile] elstaplador's specific prompts and just keyed off the idea of a (female) pirate and a mermaid, and although I had the (general) ending in mind from the beginning, the story went there in its own way. As I said to [personal profile] sovay it ended up being sort of YA femslash, more of a story about two young women from different cultures hanging out and discovering commonalities than anything sexy or overtly supernatural. It's mostly mermaid worldbuilding, really, and I had a kick doing that. (I actually had a whole sexytimes idea in my head - more worldbuilding, from the physical POV - but that ended up not fitting into the story!)

In other writing news, I've been cheerfully writing lots of little stories and ficlets for [community profile] trickortreatex, but it's about time to turn my keyboard to [community profile] yuletide.

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Oct. 21st, 2017 06:02 pm
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Cordelia came home from school, did her homework, and then crashed in our room until we roused her at about 9:45 to get her into her own bed (Scott and I both using c-PAPs makes relocating for the night more difficult). She got up about 9:00 this morning after sleeping straight through.

Scott commented that he hadn't realized that getting less that four hours of sleep would hit her that heavily and that he wouldn't have insisted that she go to school if he'd known. I gave him a look of utter disbelief because I find it weird that he'd think that she wouldn't feel it. Also, he leaves an hour before Cordelia does, and I was prepared to overrule him on that if I thought she couldn't do it. If it hadn't been Friday, I probably wouldn't have sent her. Knowing that she didn't have to be anywhere before 5 p.m. today was a major factor in my decision.

I took down and washed the shower curtain because it had gotten to the point of being really nasty. I think we need to replace the bath mat, too. I've wanted to do that for a very long time, but Scott paid a lot of money for-- of all things-- a memory foam bath mat. I have no idea why he wanted that. It's not as if anyone stands there for long enough that it matters. Mainly, what the memory foam means is that it sucks in water and takes forever to dry. At this point, it's starting to smell, so I think I can get away with pitching it. It's really not washable unless I want to do it by hand somehow. Given that I hate the dratted thing... Well, it's not happening.

I'm kind of surprised that it didn't get to this point sooner. I think we've had it about three years. I just loathe it because the area in front of the tub is also the area in front of the sink. I despise having the wet squish under my feet when I go to wash my hands or brush my teeth or do anything that requires the sink. I've asked Scott to dry off in the tub so that the mat doesn't get that soaked, but it's apparently not something he can remember to do.

I posted another story in the House of Sulfur and Mercury sequence yesterday. It's short, just something I kind of dashed off that's set about thirty years after the end of We Are Where We Began. It will make zero sense without reading the earlier stories in the arc.

I haven't been doing formal announcement posts for most stories in this arc because I figure there's not a lot of overlap between between people reading here and people following that story. Am I wrong? Then again, I'm not sure how big an overlap there is between people reading here and people interested in any of the fic that I do formally announce.

I wrote between 800 and 900 words yesterday, some of it was the Amber story I mentioned above and some of it was a Weiss Kreuz story that I'm really hoping is near done. It's a one shot smut thing that's been in progress for years. I just wasn't sufficiently motivated before to really look at it and get it done. I think that right now I'm going to focus as much as I can on finishing some of the shorter WIP that are sitting on my hard drive. Of course, some of them are sitting because I have a suspicion that they want to grow into novels or even more than that in length. Others are sitting because I know there's something broken in what I've written so far but can't quite tell what.

The three stories I still might finish for [community profile] weissvsaiyuki all have their own difficulties. One needs massive amounts of description. One needs at least another 5000 words and has characterization problems in the parts already written. The third is the one I'm working on right now, and that... I'm concerned that the characterization is too far from canon. Then I remind myself that, working just from the anime, Schwarz doesn't actually have that much canon. There's a good bit pulled from other sources, but I can't always tell that from fanon, and, well, I tend toward divergent AUs anyway, so I probably shouldn't fuss about it. People don't read my WK fanfic for accuracy of canon voice and/or details. At least, I'd be very surprised if anyone does.

I try to be canon accurate when writing for exchanges but often play with backstory and characterization and such while writing for other purposes.

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Oct. 20th, 2017 01:54 pm
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Cordelia got home about 1 a.m. I think she enjoyed the concert (Imagine Dragons) in spite of several anxiety spikes. It means that she and I each only got about three and a half hours of sleep. I let her go to bed without even brushing her teeth. My impression is that they'd have been back here a good bit earlier, but they got stuck in the parking structure for more than half an hour after the concert.

I went back to bed after Cordelia left for school. I slept another three or four hours (not sure when I actually fell asleep). I still want more sleep, but Cordelia will be home in an hour.

Rumors where Scott works are that there may be an opening for a supervisor on third shift. If there is, he wants to apply and thinks he has a good chance of getting it. Both of us have mixed feelings about it, but getting a supervisory slot on either second or third shift is the only path to advancement from where he is. The times he's applied for jobs off the factory floor, the decision has always come down to him and one other person who has supervisory experience. Even when supervisory experience isn't relevant for the position, it matters. The fact that supervisors make more money matters, too, but they get more mandatory overtime to go with it because there has to be a supervisor there if anybody's working.

It would mean that he and I would never sleep at the same time and that he'd no longer see Cordelia for that little bit of time before school (he never used to when she was getting up for a later start time). Another downside is that he and I wouldn't intersect for meals very often-- I'd eat breakfast before he got home and both lunch and dinner while he was asleep. I'd need to alter my daytime activities a lot so as not to wake him when playing music or watching DVDs. He thinks that I can do more than I did while he was on that shift temporarily, but we'd have to experiment a bit to find the parameters.

He did tend to get more sleep when he was (temporarily) on third shift and so would be more awake/energetic in the evenings, and it meant being able to deal with his medical appointments without taking time off.
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1) make the days REALLY REALLY BIG because of course I need to know the calendar day. But not month...

1a) remove the month from the day heading, because of course I don't need to know what month a day is in (it does this even on the "month changes during the week" weeks, going from 31 (for October) to 1 (for November), whyyyyy)

2) make the time of day REALLY REALLY SMALL because of course I don't need to know what times things are

3) decide to get REALLY REALLY CONFUSED about how to handle dual calendar systems, even though it had no issue with that before



note: the "all day events" section is tall and mostly empty in the Old Google Calendar one because further on in the week, I have a lot of stacked all day things; that's my RL calendar. The new version is the fandom calendar, which has much fewer things cluttering it up


Old google calendar:
google calendar old version


New google calendar:
google calendar new version
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Thousands of Bats Slaughtered Annually in Asia End up on Ebay and Etsy for Artsy Americans

Oh, of course they're not "ethically sourced," because why would they be when profit is involved?

(You see skeletal art at local craft shows too.)

(I really wasn't creeped out by dead thing art before.)

(Not that I don't understand "killing lots of shit for profit," but also PASSENGER PIGEONS, enough said there.)

(Damn it.)

I am enjoying the Dynasty reboot

Oct. 20th, 2017 02:48 am
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There. I said it.

(Never saw the original so I don't know how it compares)

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Oct. 19th, 2017 09:48 pm
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I went downtown yesterday early enough to have time to return things to the library and to pick up my holds. I had a little more than forty minutes before the bus I needed to take to get to Skyline. I got out to the school about fifteen minutes before the final bell. Cordelia was a little worried about where to meet because I wanted to give her geometry teacher some Puffs as a donation (the district no longer provides tissues for teachers to put out for the kids who have colds/allergies).

The fundraiser stuff was in two smallish boxes, one of which only contained a beef sausage thingy and so didn't weigh very much. I told the cab dispatcher where we'd be waiting, but he neglected to tell the cabbie. Fortunately, he guessed the front entrance, and we'd positioned ourselves where we could see cars on both loops approaching that (there's one for buses and one for parents dropping off/picking up, but when there aren't buses there, cars can use either).

We had friends over to play games last night. We played a cooperative game called Star Trek Five Year Mission that Scott's planning to run at UCon. We missed a lot of details the first time through. I didn't play the second game because they wanted to do the timed version. I didn't want to deal with that. Instead, I took a short walk and recaptured the Ingress portal down the street. I managed to get a silver (second level out of five) badge for making fields.

I had intended to go out this morning, but Scott's sister texted me with an invitation for Cordelia to go out to a concert this evening, and I spent quite a long time trying to coordinate that (including reaching Cordelia to make sure she even wanted to go). I can only assume that my niece intended to take a friend and had that friend cancel at the last minute. I didn't ask.

I've written 1200 words today, just not on any of my established WIP. Because I needed a new, half completed story. Really, I did.

No excuses every day

Oct. 19th, 2017 09:37 am
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Cannot quite work up the oomph to fix my various Wordpress problems.
Yesterday was a nice office day, tho my face still hurt I had a good afternoon there.
The smoke blew away from here over night and now it's foggy and rainy. I can't find my face mask.

I'm on 100mg neurontin at night for the face nerve pain from shingles. Taking it at 7pm isn't quite early enough (i am still groggy and weird feeling now) I'd like to go off it by the end of next week or decrease the dosage. My face really hurts..... and is cold sensitive. I need one of those microwaveable pillows.... my old one got moldy I think. the actual heating pad is huge (the size of my entire back) and rough textured. My eye is twitching.... it feels tired. I guess all the muscles around my painful face are tensing up. The skin is not too bad now but the pain has moved to a deep ache in my jaw like a toothache.

Working in little fits & starts on my new writing project (a novel)

Actual work still looming though right now I have a little bit of a break. (mid cycle, no dot release so far for 56, the lull before a big push to release 57)

Nazi rally in Gainesville is pissing me off. Hundreds of cops mobilized for this bullshit. It just helps militarize the situation even more.

Reading - Squirrel Girl novel, which was beautiful! Last night read The Lucky Stiff by Craig Rice and this morning The Fourth Postman. Hardboiled detective. But also funny! Craig Rice is Georgiana Craig.
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