|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 03:28 am: |
You have your own board! Excellent!
Any decorating preferences, or shall we just go ahead? Since the virtual realm knows no bounds, I shall contribute a chaise longue.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 03:57 am: |
Oh dear. I was going to wait until I was awake (or at least caffinated) but if you're going to start decorating without me...
Just keep it to natural materials and washable fabrics, please. And no black velvet unless someone's wearing it (yes I am a veteran of the GEnie topic-redecorating wars, why do you ask?).
I'm going to find some high-test. Be back later to see how (what) you've done.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 04:28 am: |
No black velvet, you say? Hmmmm. This could pose...difficulties.
How are we with leather?
(as for decorating wars, Real Life is proving cruel in this respect. New kitchen. Damaged pipe. Flooded shop two floors below. This too will pass...sigh...)
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 05:26 am: |
Woohooo! A space. Now where exactly can I put this day-glo plastic statuette of Kali?
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 05:53 am: |
It will go nicely with the puce Draylon settee.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 06:03 am: |
*stumbles in from Jay's bar where Minz is 'mixing' drinks*
OK, put the Elvis painting over there
*spills red wine on carpet*
And um...yeah those beads look nice over there.
Huh, something's missing....
I'm going back to Jay's.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 06:13 am: |
Oh good. He left. Good thing we had this place stain-treated already.
Someone burn that Elvis painting, fast. Replace it with a nicely subdued pencil sketch of Springsteen (hey, I'm from Jersey here!).
And nobody tell Klima but the bar's over there, next to the sofa (black leather, of course, but battered enough that you can put your feet up on it). Kitchen's through the door beyond that. Next door over's the garden, with the hot tub; remember to get a towel from the pool boy on your way out and don't turn left or you'll end up in the koi pond instead. And we just finished paying for the therapy from the last time that happened. For the fish, I mean.
And does that take care of everything for now? I think so...
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 06:21 am: |
Where's the library? Oh, wait - I see it.
And I seem to have trodden in something. Klima? Was that you??
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 06:39 am: |
Perhaps it's some leftover vamp goo from someone that Laura staked? Twasn't me.
Did you know that Laura's place makes fantastic coffee? Thank goodness! I'll take the painting back to Jay's, sorry for the rude intrusion earlier.
PS-Very seriously, glad to see you have your own space! Certainly deserved.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 07:43 am: |
Nice place you got here. Glad to see the power works. ;)
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 01:23 pm: |
*stumbles in, and stands in awe, taking in the lovely surroundings, even as the tilt of the room causes him to hold the near-empty bottle of Balvenie at arms length while on tippytoe to keep his balance.*
*Pauses in his perusal, then rubs eyes with his left hand and looks for a second time at the dgKali. Shakes head and squints.*
*holds left arm all the way out to the side as he ever so carefully bends over and sets down the bottle.*
Stay. *with a gentle pat on the head of the bottle*
*Lurches over to dgKali and looks it up and down.*
*Rips off the head, pukes inside, then carefully replaces head.*
*Looks at the Balvenie bottle. Looks at dgKali. Balvenie. dgKali. Looks at his two hands.*
*Picks up dgKali and holds its head in place as he carefully stumbles through the closed sliding glass door leading to the gardens amid raining shards of glass.*
Gotta take out the trash . . .
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 01:42 pm: |
Now that that man has finally gone...would anyone else like a nice cup of tea before we scrub the blood out of the carpet? I'm sure we can clean up before our hostess gets back.
Jesus. Who *was* that? I thought he'd never leave. And what was all that stuff he was mumbling? Did anyone else understand that?
Hang on. I can see him through what's left of the doors. He's - NO! NOT THAT WAY!
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 03:07 pm: |
*towels off hair, tightens bandages on arms (and face), and looks sheepishly at remains of the door*
Uh, terribly sorry about that.
*whips out cellphone and dials Acme Sliding Doors*
I did manage to keep the head on the doll, which is receiving a proper burial out back (just on the other side of the property line . . . )
Nice towel boy, by the way (if you're into that kind of thing.)
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 05:09 pm: |
"Nice towel boy, by the way (if you're into that kind of thing.)"
Oh we are, we are! All virtual spaces must have at least one Decorative-but-Useful Object. It's a law. And if it isn't, it should be.
|Posted on Tuesday, August 19, 2003 - 06:03 pm: |
Hi there Laura Anne!
Welcome to the madhouse! Sorry I joined the party late but I've been busy.
|Posted on Sunday, August 24, 2003 - 09:46 pm: |
Hey, Laura Anne --
With WorldCon right around the corner, I figure you and Jen will be running around frantically this week. So before it all goes crazy, I just wanted to wish you both a good WorldCon. Safe trip out there and back.
I won't be at that show this year (more alcohol for the two of you), so feel free to re-cap the highlights and lowlights on the board here when you get back.
|Posted on Monday, September 08, 2003 - 03:43 pm: |
under the heading of "strange connections."
Browsing through the "Cabinet order" thread in VanderMeer's area, I came across a mention of Steven Millhauser.
Flashback to 1990 (I think) and my then-boss Ginjer Buchanan holding up the World Fantasy nominations and saying "who is S. Millhauser?" And me, newbie to the field that I was, going "Steve?"
My writing professor, back in the collegate day. Gave me an A+ in critique workshop for the quality of my comments. *grin* Good guy, none of the usual hang-ups writing professors are reported to have about students working in genre (my other writing professor, Meg Wolitzer, used to say "I don't get SF, but if you can sell it, good for you!" and other words of professional savvy to that effect. Proof that it pays to hire from outside the ivory tower every now and again).
Anyway, it always makes me smile when his name pops up in the skiffy field.