"She is about as close to non-armored as one can be and still set off a metal detector." -- someone who uses first-person but provides no name, in an essay titled "Gladiator Doilies: The Odd Phenomenon of 'Fantasy Armor'"
Daphne Eftychia Arthur, guitarist+. Jan. 6th, 2004.
"She is about as close to non-armored as one can be and still set off a metal detector." -- someone who uses first-person but provides no name, in an essay titled "Gladiator Doilies: The Odd Phenomenon of 'Fantasy Armor'"
Feeling better than yesterday but still moving kind of slowly.
Trying to get myself moving so I can get done what needs to be
done, but in the meantime I filled out the classics meme (which I
got from n0ire and a few others):
Hmm. That was both harder and easier than I thought it would be.
I just went outside to move the vehicles from the "safe during street cleaning hours" side of the street to the "safe during rush hour" side, and hey, it's snowing ... very prettily!
Here in Union Square it's actually a kind of spectacular snow to be surprised by. It doesn't look like it'll accumulate much, if at all, but it's very snow-globe in the way it's falling and how it decorates one's field of view. Nice. Sweet, even. Actually rather Christmas-y. Ironic timing for "thirteenth day", I guess.
I should check wunderground.com to see whether the experts disagree with my two-second-eyeball-check prediction regarding accumulation. Or maybe not -- as I type this, here comes the sun (doo doo deedle doo, and I say...), so this was just a wee snowshower, timed specifically for the moment I poked my head out of doors. How nice. A little mood-lifter.