between the rock and the cold, cold sea

1. The snow, she is still falling. It thawed a little bit today, which means tomorrow will be more dangerous after tonight's ice. College has cancelled teaching through to Monday, and will take decisions regarding Monday over the weekend.

We are so not set up for even moderate amounts of snow. And you should see the idiots who think they can drive on iced-over roads.


2. I am supposed to be taking these enforced house-time to work on my research. Do not want.


3. I watched Kickass and Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief last night. Kickass is a respectable entertaining film, and Hit Girl stole the show entirely. Percy Jackson is shallow but entertaining, although it could have done with more Sean Bean and Pierce Brosnan.


4. December's Ideomancer has gone live. I have a poem and a book review in it, and I encourage you to go read the pretty stories. (And donate, if the spirit moves you.)


5. I shovelled the path clear yesterday and today, so that the parent could get the car in and out without too much skidding. I'd forgotten how many muscles spadework actually uses.

1. I have started writing proposals for nonfiction articles. I have no idea how to do this for commercial or genre markets, and with my (lack of) track record this might be as fruitful as tilting at windmills, but I've started.

If any of you guys have helpful tips, please don't be shy about sharing them, because -

- point two:


2. This country is, er, doomed. Not the exciting kind of BOOM VOLCANO RIOTS APOCALYPSE doom, which is at least over quickly, but the grim kind of grey projected record emigration/joblessness doom. So it would be nice if I could start earning something towards stockpiling tinned beans and paying for my over-the-counter painkillers.

It's an apocalysp. Because we can't even pronounce our apocalypses right.


3. Small bit of happy news: by this time tomorrow, I will actually have the piece of parchment proving I am, indeed, B.A. (Hons). (I took a first! This is a tiny thing to be proud of, since god knows a first in ancient history is not going to do me that much good in the medium-term.)

Expect ridiculous engowned pictures.


4. Writing up anthropology notes is enough to make me suspect it might be possible to die of boredom.


5. There is no fifth thing. Except for doooom.