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timerippleThis week has been eventful. Surely it has. Really.
Ah yes, I started sewing myself a dress. With help from my mom, who is willing to do much of that nasty ironing and pinning business. Also went shopping today; whoever invented four-hour sales was pretty sharp. Got some okay stuff, but I fear I shall have to revolutionize the way they do things in certain areas of the fashion industry which are probably run by men. *ahem*
I've also added a (lengthy) prologue to GG&HTOTW...E,SI, but if you want to read it, you'll have to ask for your own personal e-mailed copy, because I don't fancy plastering my nautical archaeology final paper all over the Internet. It's pretty boring anyway; it only serves to introduce Mr. Salmon P. Wiggle, Esq. as a figure of some importance in my fictional nautical archaeology world (those were the days, eh Melanie?).
Finally visited Ye Olde Temple of Used Books! *used-book dance* Purchases are as follows:
Mairelon the Magician, Patricia C. Wrede - have now read. Is stylistically better than some of her others, but also slightly confusing on account of there being many people with sensible English genteel names that are entirely nondescript and therefore hard to keep track of.
The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul, Douglas Adams. Because he is my muse.
The Light Fantastic and Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett. Because he is "the Douglas Adams of fantasy" (Knave) and "does for fantasy what Douglas Adams did for science fiction" (Today), and anyway I worship Good Omens. I may allow him to be my other muse. However, I know better than to dive into a series on the second book, and shall shortly acquire The Colour of Magic as well. Hopefully.
Succumbed to temptation to re-read Pride and Prejudice by the incomparable Jane Austen.
Have had brilliant idea for own Great Fantasy Novel that shall win me acclaim and the adoration of the multitudes and lots of money, etc. etc. Involves pirates, of course. Sort of. The kind who gate-crash tea parties and dance around singing on beaches a la The Pirates of Penzance. Possibly. Have not actually written that part yet.
Ah yes, I started sewing myself a dress. With help from my mom, who is willing to do much of that nasty ironing and pinning business. Also went shopping today; whoever invented four-hour sales was pretty sharp. Got some okay stuff, but I fear I shall have to revolutionize the way they do things in certain areas of the fashion industry which are probably run by men. *ahem*
I've also added a (lengthy) prologue to GG&HTOTW...E,SI, but if you want to read it, you'll have to ask for your own personal e-mailed copy, because I don't fancy plastering my nautical archaeology final paper all over the Internet. It's pretty boring anyway; it only serves to introduce Mr. Salmon P. Wiggle, Esq. as a figure of some importance in my fictional nautical archaeology world (those were the days, eh Melanie?).
Finally visited Ye Olde Temple of Used Books! *used-book dance* Purchases are as follows:
Mairelon the Magician, Patricia C. Wrede - have now read. Is stylistically better than some of her others, but also slightly confusing on account of there being many people with sensible English genteel names that are entirely nondescript and therefore hard to keep track of.
The Long Dark Tea-time of the Soul, Douglas Adams. Because he is my muse.
The Light Fantastic and Equal Rites, Terry Pratchett. Because he is "the Douglas Adams of fantasy" (Knave) and "does for fantasy what Douglas Adams did for science fiction" (Today), and anyway I worship Good Omens. I may allow him to be my other muse. However, I know better than to dive into a series on the second book, and shall shortly acquire The Colour of Magic as well. Hopefully.
Succumbed to temptation to re-read Pride and Prejudice by the incomparable Jane Austen.
Have had brilliant idea for own Great Fantasy Novel that shall win me acclaim and the adoration of the multitudes and lots of money, etc. etc. Involves pirates, of course. Sort of. The kind who gate-crash tea parties and dance around singing on beaches a la The Pirates of Penzance. Possibly. Have not actually written that part yet.
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Date: 2004-08-29 08:23 pm (UTC)Props to you for sewing a dress. I always say I'm going to do things and then never do them.
As for the books......mmmmm, good choices. I talked to someone today who likes books, btu doesn't like Jane Austen. I was much saddened. Jane Austen is all sorts of fabulousness. I, too, succumbed to temptation and re-read Pride and Prejudice this summer. So much goodness.
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Date: 2004-08-30 08:45 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-08-29 08:44 pm (UTC)And I look forward to the Great Fantasy Novel :)
* Then again, the books with the witches are set in rural areas, which I understand. The wizards live in cities, which I don't so much understand ...
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Date: 2004-08-30 08:47 am (UTC)In summary...
Date: 2004-08-30 07:53 am (UTC)Re: In summary...
Date: 2004-08-30 08:50 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-09-01 04:27 pm (UTC)so nice to see that you had an eventful week. they're so much fun. :)
despite the fact that this is way off topic, & that i am no longer aboard ship & such, i shall include this anyway.
two new sea shanties:
Barret’s Privateers
Oh the year was 1778,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
When a letter of Marque came from the king,
To the scummiest vessel I've ever seen.
chorus: God damn them all,
I was told we'd cruise the seas for American gold,
We'd fire no guns, shed no tears,
Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier,
The last of Barret's privateers.
Well, Elcid Barret cried the town,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
For twenty brave men, all fishermen who,
Would make for him the Antelope's crew.
Oh, the Antelope's sloop was a sickening sight,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
She'd list to the port with her sails in rags,
And the cook and the scuppers with the staggers and jags.
On the king's birthday, we put to sea,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
We were ninety-one days to Montego Bay,
Pumping like mad men all the way.
On the ninety-sixth day, we sailed again,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
When a bloody great Yankee hove in sight,
With our cracked four-pounders we made to fight.
The Yankee lay low down with gold,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
She was was broad and fat and loose in the stays,
But to catch her took the Antelope two whole days.
At length we stood two cables away,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
Our cracked four-pounders made an awful din,
But with one fat ball, the Yank stove us in.
Oh, the Antelope shook and pitched on her side,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
Barret was smashed like a bowl of eggs,
And the main trunk carried off both me legs.
Now here I lay in my twenty third year,
How I wish I was in Sherbrook now,
It's been six years since we sailed away,
And I just made Halifax yesterday.
All for Me Grog
Chorus: Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
For I spent all me tin with the lassies drinking gin
Far across the western ocean I must wander
Alternate chorus:
Well it's all for me grog, me jolly jolly grog
It's all for me beer and tobacco
I spent all me loot in a house of ill repute
And I think I'll have to go back there tomorrow.
Well, it's all for me hat
Me jolly, jolly hat,
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the brim is all worn out and the feather's kicked about
And me head is looking out for better weather
Where are me boots, me noggin', noggin' boots?
They're all gone for beer and tobacco
For the heels they are worn out and the toes are kicked about
And the soles are looking out for better weather
Where is me shirt, my noggin', noggin' shirt?
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
For the collar is all worn, and the sleeves they are all torn
And the tail is looking out for better weather
I'm sick in the head and I haven't been to bed
Since first I came ashore with me slumber
For I spent all me dough on the lassies movin' slow
Far across the Western Ocean I must wander
Where is me bed, me noggin' noggin bed
It’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well I lent it to a whore and now the sheets are all tore
And the springs are looking out for better whether.
Where is me wench, me noggin' noggin' whence
She’s all gone for beer and tobacco
Well her (clap) is all worn out and her (clap) is knocked about
And her (clap) is looking out for better whether.
enjoy!
-melanie
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Date: 2004-09-01 04:28 pm (UTC)Boozin'
Now what are the joys of a single young man?
Boozin’, bloody well boozin’!
And what is he doing whenever he can?
Boozin’, bloody well boozin’!
You may think I'm wrong and you may think I'm right,
I'm not going to argue, I know you can fight,
But what do you think we are doing tonight?
Boozin’, bloody well boozin’!
Chorus: Boozin’, boozin’, just you and I
Boozin’, boozin’, when we are dry.
Some do it openly, some on the sly
But we all are bloody well boozin’.
And what are the joys of a poor married man?
What is he doing whenever he can?
He comes home at night and he gives his wife all
He goes out a-shopping, makes many a call
But what brings him home hanging on to a wall?
And what do the priests run down?
And what are they banning in every town?
The stand on street corners, they rave and they shout,
They shout about things they know nothing about.
But what are they doing when the lights are turned out?
enjoy!
-melanie
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Date: 2004-09-01 06:54 pm (UTC)