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Oct. 26th, 2008 10:33 pmWhoa, it's been two weeks since I updated this thing. I think that is a record for me. I've just had a ton of homework. (I did take part in ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nextian's Exquisite Corpse chain, which was immensely fun--you can see the results here.)
Last weekend,benprime came all the way over from New Zealand to see me. (Well, not just to see me--he's doing a trip around America and parts of Canada, possibly followed by a trip to the U.K., and I hope it all goes very well.) We took a trip to a cider mill just outside of town, toured the campus and investigated the library, sampled the delicious cuisine of Mount Pleasant, experienced classic cinema in a grubby apartment setting ("Freaks," which inspired lively conversation, and "The Great Escape," which was depressing at the end--who knew?). I haven't had that much of a chance for continuous good long talk in ages, and I think my throat is still sore. Altogether excellent.
And then my brother's been coming up and crashing on the couch for assorted reasons, some of which pertain to dicey legal situations of major injustice. Whenever he comes over, he regales me with the most amazing stories about crazy neighbors and Taco Bells constantly being on fire and seeing the Angel of Death hitchhiking and being turned into a walking petri dish. True stories, I assume.
I've just written 21 pages of a Victorian humor-horror-fantasy pastiche about the effects of industrialism on a small British town and my hands hurt, so I imagine I'll be updating again in another two weeks or something.
nextian's Exquisite Corpse chain, which was immensely fun--you can see the results here.) Last weekend,
benprime came all the way over from New Zealand to see me. (Well, not just to see me--he's doing a trip around America and parts of Canada, possibly followed by a trip to the U.K., and I hope it all goes very well.) We took a trip to a cider mill just outside of town, toured the campus and investigated the library, sampled the delicious cuisine of Mount Pleasant, experienced classic cinema in a grubby apartment setting ("Freaks," which inspired lively conversation, and "The Great Escape," which was depressing at the end--who knew?). I haven't had that much of a chance for continuous good long talk in ages, and I think my throat is still sore. Altogether excellent. And then my brother's been coming up and crashing on the couch for assorted reasons, some of which pertain to dicey legal situations of major injustice. Whenever he comes over, he regales me with the most amazing stories about crazy neighbors and Taco Bells constantly being on fire and seeing the Angel of Death hitchhiking and being turned into a walking petri dish. True stories, I assume.
I've just written 21 pages of a Victorian humor-horror-fantasy pastiche about the effects of industrialism on a small British town and my hands hurt, so I imagine I'll be updating again in another two weeks or something.
