Yay! My Sims Nightlife has arrived!

I am happy as a clam again. My Sims 2 expansion pack arrived this morning. Am also enjoying my copy of Anne Carson's The Beauty of the Husband. The first poem is entitled very artistically:

I. I dedicate this book to John Keats (is it you who told me Keats was a doctor?) on grounds that a dedication has to be flawed if a book is to remain free and for his general surrender to beauty.

Hah! And it just gets better and better.

Have gone back to the poem-a-day challenge at Inside the Writer's Studio... but haven't yet got the energy to creep back to Blueline.

Dusting all my books now... and getting dustier by the minute. I refuse to take a shower afterwards on the grounds that I'll never get any cleaner now, conscience-wise.

Cleaning up the clutter... boohoo!

Yes, after almost two years, I've decided to put away the foldable dining table... and remove all the odds and ends piled on top of it. Maybe two hours for two years of building up the clutter is a bargain, but my headache says another thing.

Will have to restart writing tomorrow. I've got all sorts of list poem ideas coming up to me in dreams. Sometimes I chuckle. Sometimes I scratch behind my ear. Truth is I keep repeating certain jokes to myself and hence feel unappreciated for my finer qualities (indivisible by two).

So much for the Sims. I am sad. My Nightlife expansion pack hasn't arrived yet. And I've been forced to put together the new issue of Niederngasse Italian (with translations of Valerie Fox's and Jayne Pupek's poetry. Life can be so depressing when you feel like it... especially after seeing three more tiles crumble down in the bathroom.

Wheeeee!!!

I have fallen off the poem-a-day wagon and am, literally, luvin' it!!

Taking some time out to revise my collaborative poems with Valerie for Bundles of Letters, Including A, V and Epsilon. One of which is scheduled to appear in the fall issue of Mindfire.

Looking at houses for my Sims today.... As my loving husband observed tactlessly: I spend more time downloading objects and clothes for my Sims than actually playing it.

Bad muse days

Pooh. I've never been so constipated with my writing as I am right now.
I keep thinking of my Sims and renovating their houses -- especially since I just bought the new expansion pack from Amazon! Heh. As self-punishment, I will not visit the EA Games site today. (pause) Maybe just a peek. Hee.

A strange and surreal thing happened yesterday afternoon: my Turkish penpal since college dropped by my place. We hadn't written each other for years, but she remembered my address. She's just married a German guy and is living there now. What a small world! We had coffee together and had a nice talk. Wow. And all that time, I thought it was a couple of Jehovah's Witnesses ringing the doorbell and almost didn't answer.

Received an acceptance note from Oysters and Chocolate which publishes erotic poetry and pays $10. Yay!

We've got our anniversary tomorrow.
Maybe I'll go out, for a change... along the lines of --

Q: But what do you give a guy who's got everything?
A: Uh, penicillin?

Listening to Tori Amos...

this morning because a Viennese birdy sent me some great CD mixes for my birthday. Thank you, Michi!!! **flyingkiss**

Have become an active ingredient in Shampoo 25: clean hair / good poetry. As the editor, Del Ray Cross writes: Rinse. Repeat. Repeat again! Scrub-it-cuz-you-lub-it. The contributor notes are a riot to read, too!

Received two acceptances (Astropoetica & Perigee) and two rejections (Typo & Valparaiso Poetry Review) between yesterday and this morning. 50/50 chances are a milestone. Yay!

No one seems to have appreciated the fine qualities of my Frog Prince that I am rather forced to turn to Grüner Drache (whatever that means) who has very nice ears and a great skin tone... maybe marry him off to Elindria who has a passable appearance.

Waking up unbelievably early...

on a Sunday because I need to do my p-a-d. It's a miracle!! Yay!

Went to bed late too. Around 3 a.m. because I wanted to graduate my five Sims from college. They've got the most hilarious courses, like Cognitive Dissonance: Recognizing How Broken Your Brain Is for Psychology majors, Life Drawing: An Excuse to See Naked People for Art majors, The History of Ancient Drama: When Every Play Ended with Death for Drama majors, etc.

Have been asked by the Blueline admin, HA to blog around in his board. After two head shakes, I finally agreed. Now people are wondering what I'm doing there. Like with my writing, I honestly have no idea.

All I want to do is watch someone's Queen Merp

kiss this Simmish Frog Prince

babysit their green babies and get it over with (whatever *it* is). Sigh.

Two poems in 2River View

The fall issue of 2River View is up with new poems (and mp3 recordings of them) by Lightsey Darst, Matthew Flaming, Richard Freed, Laura McCullough, Lauren Mitchell, Ed Shannon, Henry Stanton, Kirk VanDyke, Lisa Zaran... and, ahem, yours truly. It's a terrific journal and I'm preening compulsively as a result. Hate my voice though. But I added Pie Jesu as background music for The 49th Day -- which I thought was a nice touch (and hopefully distracted from my yukky voice).