I don't know when the chickens thing started, but somewhere along the way, I decided to start informing everyone that I liked chickens. I'm not even sure I do like chickens, but I like liking chickens. I like fancy show chickens. I like their feathers and their gobblers. My mother collects chickens. We have many of them. Or we did, before everything we owned went into storage. Not live chickens, mostly chicken pitchers. But I like chickens. I also like giant invisible chickens, which I have for a very long time championed as the solution to the energy crisis. Chickens are also good a la Francese.
Minchiate, I have been told, is "bullshit" in Italian. It is also a card game very close to the card game we call "bullshit." The difference is that Minchiate is played with a 94-card deck that is very similar to a Tarot-deck-plus-zodiac-signs. I have a Minchiate deck, and I kind of like the whole concept of Minchiate as the name for a deck with supposedly predictive qualities.
Sandman was one of the first comic series I got really into in high school. It played a major role in my formative years and it is through Sandman that I really started to understand the idea of stories as an entity and the relationship between forces of authorship and stories themselves. I read Black Orchid in college, thanks to cinediva and at the same time I worked at DC Comics and got to work on Stardust and Dreamhunters. So a lot of Neil Gaiman's work has played a major role in my life. When I finally read American Gods-- I'd never read one of his novels before-- I was totally blown away and it gave me the wherewithal to sit down and write my book. It, along with the Dark Tower series, inspired me to think of my role as an American who writes fantasy, and not just an author who writes fantasy, and how to use that to my advantage in my writing.
This really started when I was eight or nine. The video game, King's Quest III came out right when we got our first home computer, and part of the game involved Alexander commandeering the red-sailed pirate ship, the Euryale. Yes, you read that right. This was around the same time that The Princess Bride came out, and I taught myself how to stagefight by watching it and rehearsing the fencing scenes over and over,. When I was eleven, I went to some family friends' for Thanksgiving, and they introduced me to Sid Meier's Pirates game. This game changed a lot of my interests at that tender age. For some reason, I decided that I was the reincarnation of Sir Francis Drake, and for a while in seventh grade (12 now), I dressed like him. Or like what Errol Flynn wore in the Seahawk. Anyway, I also did this thing where I decided I wanted to live the pirate life. And this involved stripping all the wallpaper off my walls, moving my furniture out of my bedroom, and insisting I get a hammock for a bed. My parents allowed me to replace my furniture with bare-bones stuff that looked like crates and canvas curtains that looked like sails, but they said no to the hammock. Anyway, I never entirely grew out of this phase.
"I am not made of stone." Sorry, guys. That's all you get for this one. One of my favorite Shakespeare characters and I am such a Yorkist at heart.
the plague wall
There is a wall in Siena that sort of butts out from the Duomo but that was never completed. It was meant to be another section of the church because they were attempting to compete with the Florentine Duomo. But then the plague came, the money ran out, and the addition to the Duomo was never completed. This was an inspiration for a fictional city in a story I never completed, and it is one of the most lovely sights I have seen in my life. I highly romanticize it in my head.
I'm unemployed for real.
I'm less bummed than I was on Friday, I'm just having trouble sleeping. I am not really sure what to do next except that I need to clean my apartment and for once I might actually manage to do it and keep it clean. Srsly. If I stay up any longer I might go on a cleaning bender right now. This may be how I spend tomorrow.
I have finished more of the iconzes but I want to wait and post a bunch at once.
Dave bought me mac and cheese. It was seriously some of the best mac and cheese.
My belly is getting paunchy. This has never happened to be before. Perhaps I am preparing to be thirty? I need to figure out what to do about this. It may involve cutting the soda back out of my diet and eating more green vegetables. And not frying quite so much bacon.
I had a dream last night about two-legged goats that were descended from My Little Ponies. There was also something in it where these three people took a train to some town in the middle of nowhere and once they got there they got told that the return trip would be $900 per person, wtf.
I need work.
I need to sleep.
I need to make my lj post more coherent, I feel like I'm floating from topic to topic right now.
I like berries.
There are a lot of things I want to discuss in livejournal. Some of them I can't quite bring to discuss. Some of them I feel petty or self-serving or attention-deprived to post about. Some of them are questions I don't know the answer to. I need to make goals for myself, whether or not I'm working. These goals may or may not involve wontons. And no, I'm not saying that because I'm delirious. They really may involve wontons.
We had nostalgia!chat tonight. It made me really happy. Between seori, sorcerorsock and all the people in the chat, this night was a lot better than it could be.
No House spoilers, but I loved old!guy, didn't you? I know you did. And Kumar. Kal Penn is essentially playing Kumar.
That is all for now. Many thoughts.
I meant to go to bed an hour and a half ago! Good night!