Happy Thanksgiving
Nov. 26th, 2004 01:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
incandescensHappy Thanksgiving to everyone out there who's celebrating it.
Everyone was fairly exhausted today. Not really surprising -- three days of meeting/focused awayday/whatever are wearing. Got minutes mostly dealt with, started in on manual revision again.
Am having an interesting time reading up on various aspects of voodoo. Ought to see if there's anything practical (er, I mean in terms of forthcoming sourcebooks, not in terms of trying it myself) that I can do with the accumulated knowledge post-current-story.
Have seen the cover for the forthcoming Bone and Ebony Exalted sourcebook. Looks very nice indeed. Now if only my author's copies of Fair Folk would hurry up and arrive -- it's very frustrating checking the post every evening and not finding them, and they should get here before the 29th, as White Wolf is usually quite good about sending copies of books I've worked on.
Oh well. Nearly weekend. Nearly Advent.
Should start Christmas shopping.
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Sea-Change
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea
They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the Dane.
"Not mollies, nor gullies, nor goneys at all", said he,
"But simply the sperrits of mariners livin' again.
"Them birds goin' fishin' is nothin' but the souls o' the drowned,
Souls o' the drowned, an' the kicked as are never no more
An' that there haughty old albatross cruisin' around,
Belike he's Admiral Nelson or Admiral Noah.
"An' merry's the life they are living. They settle and dip,
They fishes, they never stands watches, they waggle their wings;
When a ship comes by, they fly to look at the ship
To see how the nowaday mariners manages things.
"When freezing aloft in a snorter I tell you I wish --
(Though maybe it ain't like a Christian) -- I wish I could be
A haughty old copper-bound albatross dipping for fish
And coming the proud over all o' the birds o' the sea."
-- John Masefield
Everyone was fairly exhausted today. Not really surprising -- three days of meeting/focused awayday/whatever are wearing. Got minutes mostly dealt with, started in on manual revision again.
Am having an interesting time reading up on various aspects of voodoo. Ought to see if there's anything practical (er, I mean in terms of forthcoming sourcebooks, not in terms of trying it myself) that I can do with the accumulated knowledge post-current-story.
Have seen the cover for the forthcoming Bone and Ebony Exalted sourcebook. Looks very nice indeed. Now if only my author's copies of Fair Folk would hurry up and arrive -- it's very frustrating checking the post every evening and not finding them, and they should get here before the 29th, as White Wolf is usually quite good about sending copies of books I've worked on.
Oh well. Nearly weekend. Nearly Advent.
Should start Christmas shopping.
---
Sea-Change
"Goneys an' gullies an' all o' the birds o' the sea
They ain't no birds, not really", said Billy the Dane.
"Not mollies, nor gullies, nor goneys at all", said he,
"But simply the sperrits of mariners livin' again.
"Them birds goin' fishin' is nothin' but the souls o' the drowned,
Souls o' the drowned, an' the kicked as are never no more
An' that there haughty old albatross cruisin' around,
Belike he's Admiral Nelson or Admiral Noah.
"An' merry's the life they are living. They settle and dip,
They fishes, they never stands watches, they waggle their wings;
When a ship comes by, they fly to look at the ship
To see how the nowaday mariners manages things.
"When freezing aloft in a snorter I tell you I wish --
(Though maybe it ain't like a Christian) -- I wish I could be
A haughty old copper-bound albatross dipping for fish
And coming the proud over all o' the birds o' the sea."
-- John Masefield
