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jack_and_ellis has been updated! I didn't make my end-of-year finish deadline, but I'm getting there. Not much further to go now...

Anyway, chapter forty is up and you can find it here. Enjoy. :)

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So we got to talking about shitty fantasy novels...

mad_martha: Just out of curiosity, what sort of shitty fantasy novels are we talking about?
copperbadge: Lots of Dragonlance, mainly; some Margaret Weis and some Terry Goodkind too. Lots of titles with words like "elven" and "sword" and "mage". It makes me want to write a satire called THE ELVEN MAGESWORD, but it's probably been done.
metallumai: ...the CRYSTAL elven magesword...
copperbadge: OF DRAGONSTAR!
meran_flash: I remember being in Barnes & Noble once, when I passed by a display full of some series that had a bunch of fire and shirtless elves on pegasi on the cover.
copperbadge: PEGASI. That's what are missing from THE ELVEN MAGESWORD! *makes notes*
meran_flash: Fire of the Crystal Elven Magesword of Dragonstar: The Pegasus Chronicles!
copperbadge: Book Three: The Moonwand Cycle.
meran_flash: *UNLEASHES AWESOME*

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If only to prevent the Cafe from emailing me en masse...:D

I just got the casting info on the new Doctor; google around if you want the name, I won't spoiler it though you'll have a hard time avoiding them I imagine.

He looks cool, can't wait to see him in action. Not nuts about that hair, though. Very scene-kid, kind of Robert Patterson, like an angry longhaired cat crawled onto his head. You can't deny it looks alien, I suppose...

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Sometimes I read my flist and I think, there must be some subtle way of hooking X up with Y. They were made for each other!

And then I remember I'm not subtle, and also reading someone's LJ != knowing them or who they would want to go out with. Still, surely sooner or later someone will find their soulmate in the Cafe.

We went to the Blanton Museum of Art on the UT campus today and I talked a lot about the use of light and colour and composition, and then we snickered at the fig leaves on the plaster statue castings. I startled one of the docents when I said "Oh, a Kouros boy!" and ran across the room to get a good look. She glanced at me and said "You knew what that was? Like, from memory?"

Well, yeah. It's not like they're hard to spot, they all have that smile that makes them look like the special-needs children of the ancient world.

I absolutely fell in love with one piece, How To Build Cathedrals, an installation concerning the relationship between the evangelisation of the new world and the economic benefits derived from it. It's hard to see how beautiful it is just from that one photo, but I have more I'll be posting soon. The bones glow.

We got to talking over lunch about the Ransom Centre, which has the First Photograph Ever Taken in its archive. I started to explain that I'd recently seen the first photograph ever taken of a person...

Sam: I saw the first photograph of a person ever taken the other day. It was by accident --
Mum: *dies laughing*
Sam: Uh?
Mum: It was someone's finger, wasn't it?
All: *groan*

This is why I will never have any particular reverence for Great Art. I was raised by someone who mentally draws moustaches on every Mona Lisa she comes across.

The architecture of the Blanton is apparently much-talked-about and with good reason; it's an interesting meld of Spanish-villa and "mathematical" architecture, kind of like wandering around in a technical drafting mated with a southwestern mission house. It's extremely pleasant and suits the surrounding area well.

Then we came home and I played a bunch of Okami while alternating between whining about how HAAAARD the Power Slash move is and shushing Emmy, who kept reading the walkthrough aloud. It's a beautiful game, artistically, but occasionally a little slow moving. Mum watched me play, which was HILARIOUS because she kept shouting "headbutt the vase headbutt the vaaaaaase" and got mad when I had to beat the shit out of a Taiko drummer because she likes Taiko drums.

Dad spent quite a bit of time over dinner trying to explain RPG-style games to her.