Tuesday morning, wtf-ing

I wrote up a dream on Facebook just now, but they wanted "short" descriptions, so I couldn't really do it justice. But I can here, and will, because it was cracked out:

( I think there may have been acid-spitting aliens at some point, but this didn't faze us much )

Tuesday night, rainy

It's not even September yet, and here my thoughts are already turning to Halloween. This is probably for the best, as I associate Black Ribbon most with Halloween--it's just that whole gothic Victorian thing. Not Hot Topic gothic, but rather English ghost story gothic. I've let rosehannah languish a bit while the Harry Potter-Stardust summer fantasy juggernaut paraded through, but I'm going to start posting again--several steampunk blogs and sites I've picked up since then, whatever gothic short story I happen to be reading, whatever I happen to be researching. I started it a couple of months ago as a (spoiler-free) writer's notebook, both for me and for people who are interested in the story, if you missed me talking about it the first time.

Slightly related: Big BPAL Halloween update. God, I'm going to have to start selling plasma just to afford a set of imps. Fortunately I still have a mostly full bottle of Sugar Skull, which I love, and a good bit of Samhain.

New entries compiled at the Cleoland wiki: Pthoolhu, Sawyer the frog, my mother, and dreams (and why does Brad Pitt feature in so many of those?).

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