our daily breast

Via squidpiggy: Stephen King "considers the story of Anna Nicole Smith, the little girl who became a princess"--as well as the stories of other famous young women: A Modern Fairy Tale. Makes me want to go listen to my Carpenters albums and eat something fattening for Lent.

Reality related to that fairy tale, via mister_wolf, who was looking for good, realistic references to help him with his artwork: A gallery of normal women's breasts. Not safe for work unless your work requires you to look at women's breasts, but a site with lots of non-sexualized pictures of people who don't live in fairy tales.

::thud::

This may be the best thing I've ever read in a special weather statement: ...BE ALERT FOR FALLING CHUNKS OF ICE...

If this neighborhood is typical, someone should also make a statement about sidewalks in low-lying areas being replaced by raging torrents. When is high tide, I wonder?

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Spent most of last week in introvert mode, with much introspection being done. Part of it was sparked by a recurring character in my dreams, who I examined carefully with the intent of figuring out why said nonexistent person appealed to me so much. That was easy. Next I tried to piece together their life history based on what little bit I had learned from my dreams, which was a nice exercise in character exploration even though I have a hard time imagining myself writing a story with this person as main character. In the process, I realized that in order for character X to be the person they are now, there must at some point have been a Y, a person who heavily influenced them earlier in life, being the source of both X's greatest hope and their greatest disappointment. So I tried to learn more about Y, but all my information about Y was heavily filtered through the perceptions of X, who still doesn't exist no matter how much I wish they did. Anyway, it was fun learning more about my ideas about the world by examining people who could never ever exist in it.

So, I didn't want to talk to people for a few days, which was fine because I had plenty of opportunity to avoid them anyway. My introverted mood was not a bad one, but it was a very strong one. Not a bad mood, that is, until Monday, when I found myself weeping as I was walking. Drat. As it happens, some of my various health problems have been flaring up this week, so I've been tired, in pain, nauseated, and generally somewhat miserable. I think that's getting better now, though I could be wrong.

My listening habits aren't always a reflection of my moods, but the fact that I spent a day listening to Siouxsie & the Banshees and spent the next day listening to Jonatha Brooke's 10¢ Wings does sum things up fairly well for me, even if it doesn't say anything useful to anyone else.

Just got off the phone with someone at Social Security, going over all the many, many questions I've already been asked a dozen times by other people from the same office. Her last words were something along the lines of "We should be able to get money to you very soon." I certainly hope so! Wouldn't that be nice? I do hope that what she meant by "soon" is something close to what most non-bureaucrats would mean by "soon."

For now, though, I think it's time to go out and return a library book.