Ouuuuph. Head hurt. Brain dirty.
Apr. 28th, 2003 10:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
camwynWell, no, probably more like 'head hurt, sinuses clogged', but a) 'brain dirty' sounds better and b) got too many ideas in my head so brain probably dirty anyway:
- the world-transplanted Buddhist's brother, a Federal judge, confronting the fact that his brother is still alive and has somehow brought home a real live mermaid;
- said Buddhist back in the world to which he got transplanted, scaring the living hell out of fishermen who're after his son;
- the last part of Iron Dog trying to form itself;
- a plan for reducing population growth in the world of my science-fiction novel, some 30-50 years from now, beginning with 'no tax deductions for children after the first two';
- a plan for making flag-burning unpalatable by introducing a bureaucracy-heavy flag burning permit system;
- Poor Bastard the Abbot slapping $21 down on a territorial official's desk and announcing, "I homestead now, yes?"
- the cataclysmic aftermath of the battle that broke Sun Bear Clan;
- the sheer amount of reworking I have to do on the VicMage.Asia.Ainu now that I have actually got hold of a volume of their folklore, and how careful I am going to have to be since they are heavily intertwined with images and stories from our world's Japan;
- preparations for my sister's wedding shower;
- the way my damn Slytherin scarf curls up at the bottom into a near-perfect tubular C even though I have knitted sixteen and a half rows so far;
- the fact that Alaskans apparently refer to snowmobiles as 'iron dogs', much the way Natives in the lower 48 once referred to railroad engines as 'iron horses';
- the fact that I am probably going to miss dean's list at Kean by .02 of a grade point, oh well;
- yesterday's movie gangsters and trying to fit them into the world of Feng Shui for use with the Monastery of the Midnight Sun adventure;
- mental listings of different strains of basil since we're getting mighty close to last frost and for once I should like to plant more basil than tomatoes;
- the urge to get up and practice seizan kata so that I can test for orange before I turn 29 next Friday (ya, right, like that'll happen); and
- the fact that I managed to make my friend from Hubei Province understand that Enya is not British by asking her if she was Korean, and whether or not I can use her response (an 'I can't believe you just said that - oh, you did that on purpose, didn't you?' look) somehow in one of my games.
Like I said. Head hurt. Brain dirty. Something has to come out.
- the world-transplanted Buddhist's brother, a Federal judge, confronting the fact that his brother is still alive and has somehow brought home a real live mermaid;
- said Buddhist back in the world to which he got transplanted, scaring the living hell out of fishermen who're after his son;
- the last part of Iron Dog trying to form itself;
- a plan for reducing population growth in the world of my science-fiction novel, some 30-50 years from now, beginning with 'no tax deductions for children after the first two';
- a plan for making flag-burning unpalatable by introducing a bureaucracy-heavy flag burning permit system;
- Poor Bastard the Abbot slapping $21 down on a territorial official's desk and announcing, "I homestead now, yes?"
- the cataclysmic aftermath of the battle that broke Sun Bear Clan;
- the sheer amount of reworking I have to do on the VicMage.Asia.Ainu now that I have actually got hold of a volume of their folklore, and how careful I am going to have to be since they are heavily intertwined with images and stories from our world's Japan;
- preparations for my sister's wedding shower;
- the way my damn Slytherin scarf curls up at the bottom into a near-perfect tubular C even though I have knitted sixteen and a half rows so far;
- the fact that Alaskans apparently refer to snowmobiles as 'iron dogs', much the way Natives in the lower 48 once referred to railroad engines as 'iron horses';
- the fact that I am probably going to miss dean's list at Kean by .02 of a grade point, oh well;
- yesterday's movie gangsters and trying to fit them into the world of Feng Shui for use with the Monastery of the Midnight Sun adventure;
- mental listings of different strains of basil since we're getting mighty close to last frost and for once I should like to plant more basil than tomatoes;
- the urge to get up and practice seizan kata so that I can test for orange before I turn 29 next Friday (ya, right, like that'll happen); and
- the fact that I managed to make my friend from Hubei Province understand that Enya is not British by asking her if she was Korean, and whether or not I can use her response (an 'I can't believe you just said that - oh, you did that on purpose, didn't you?' look) somehow in one of my games.
Like I said. Head hurt. Brain dirty. Something has to come out.
