Idibus Martis
Mar. 15th, 2006 09:47 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dragonlady7The Roman calendar is fucking impossible. All I remember is that everything was the day before or the day of or the day after something, and it was inclusive reckoning, which gave me no trouble but royally confused those in the class who were any good at math. But today is the Ides of March, as several have pointed out, and that's ... ducky. Sure.
I feel like I'm making no progress on the novel, but I've actually written some five thousand words over the last two or three days. Which is better than a sharp stick in the eye. However, I'm now working on the ending, and this motherfucker is so ridiculously overlength that I can't begin to fathom it. Either it's two novels, or I have to cut out a third of the plot.
Which would suck.
But would probably be right.
I can't do it right now. I can't think about it right now.
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I am pouting a little, because Z has been obnoxiously exercising his Noodgely Superpower of Making Bad Ideas Seem Good To Gullible People on me. He was the one who suggested we landscape our front yard with a series of flowerbeds that make up a quarter of a concentric circle. He's the one who suggested we then plant it in color-coordinated bands to mimic the RAF roundel (similar to the Target logo, only with a blue center). So when a catalougue arrived, courtesy of my mother (the Spring Hill Nurseries catalogue), and in the middle of that catalogue there was, miracle of miracles, a pair of garden plans: the Red Perennials collection, on the page directly opposite the Blue Perennials collection, and I mentioned it to him because I thought it was funny, he answered with (and I quote):
"Fuck yeah!!"
And I thought he was kidding, and said, "You're kidding, right?"
And-- this is where I get pouty-- he answered, "No way! I'm serious! That's gotta be a sign from God."
So I looked at it, and thought, Those are some really nice plants, and I thought, That's about the right square footage, and I added it all up and figured out how much it would cost, and mentally sort of planned how it would look, and hell-- it would actually be pretty cool. The red collection's smaller, which is good because it should be the inner semicircle anyway, and then the blue one-- hell, there's even a blue shrub that could go by that sewer vent that's the whole reason we want to put a garden there. That'd be great. It'd be really visually striking, too-- a wide band of blue, and then a smaller band of red, with some plants that are a variety of heights and shapes, and then maybe edge them with something white... Hey, that'd really make for a heck of a yard. I mean, it'd be a little bit different, but it'd be striking as well.
So he gets home and I show him the pictures and he says, "You're a total psycho, you know that?"
I feel betrayed. *pouts*
Just for revenge I'm going to make a usericon from a risqu&eamp; photo of Z. (No pubic hairs were included in this shot, I promise you.) Because his belly is one thing that I never ever need question the merit of. Though... that icon needs an exclamation point.
I feel like I'm making no progress on the novel, but I've actually written some five thousand words over the last two or three days. Which is better than a sharp stick in the eye. However, I'm now working on the ending, and this motherfucker is so ridiculously overlength that I can't begin to fathom it. Either it's two novels, or I have to cut out a third of the plot.
Which would suck.
But would probably be right.
I can't do it right now. I can't think about it right now.
_____
I am pouting a little, because Z has been obnoxiously exercising his Noodgely Superpower of Making Bad Ideas Seem Good To Gullible People on me. He was the one who suggested we landscape our front yard with a series of flowerbeds that make up a quarter of a concentric circle. He's the one who suggested we then plant it in color-coordinated bands to mimic the RAF roundel (similar to the Target logo, only with a blue center). So when a catalougue arrived, courtesy of my mother (the Spring Hill Nurseries catalogue), and in the middle of that catalogue there was, miracle of miracles, a pair of garden plans: the Red Perennials collection, on the page directly opposite the Blue Perennials collection, and I mentioned it to him because I thought it was funny, he answered with (and I quote):
"Fuck yeah!!"
And I thought he was kidding, and said, "You're kidding, right?"
And-- this is where I get pouty-- he answered, "No way! I'm serious! That's gotta be a sign from God."
So I looked at it, and thought, Those are some really nice plants, and I thought, That's about the right square footage, and I added it all up and figured out how much it would cost, and mentally sort of planned how it would look, and hell-- it would actually be pretty cool. The red collection's smaller, which is good because it should be the inner semicircle anyway, and then the blue one-- hell, there's even a blue shrub that could go by that sewer vent that's the whole reason we want to put a garden there. That'd be great. It'd be really visually striking, too-- a wide band of blue, and then a smaller band of red, with some plants that are a variety of heights and shapes, and then maybe edge them with something white... Hey, that'd really make for a heck of a yard. I mean, it'd be a little bit different, but it'd be striking as well.
So he gets home and I show him the pictures and he says, "You're a total psycho, you know that?"
I feel betrayed. *pouts*
Just for revenge I'm going to make a usericon from a risqu&eamp; photo of Z. (No pubic hairs were included in this shot, I promise you.) Because his belly is one thing that I never ever need question the merit of. Though... that icon needs an exclamation point.
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Date: 2006-03-16 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 03:09 am (UTC)I'm starting to think, however, that the plot is overly complex and it's possible that about a third of it is kind of a red herring.
But I gotta finish it first, I think, before I can decide on any of that.
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Date: 2006-03-16 03:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-03-16 02:02 pm (UTC)And I'm sitting there, sipping my coffee, "Mmm hmm."
"What? You don't think it's a good idea?"
"Dear, you can do what you want, but I'm not going to take any of your ideas seriously ever again, so have fun."
Now he's going on about starting a company to landscape flags and cartoon characters and ribbons and slogans into people's front yards, and I'm just nodding a lot.