A very happy birthday to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
aurora_novarum, and many happy returns of the day! Persuant to that, the following conversation took place today yesterday:
Me: Muuuuuse! Ohhhh, Muuuuuuuuuse!
Muse: Oh, Zeus, Amon, and Odin! Not you again! Can't you leave me alone?
Me: But it'saurora_novarum's birthday.
Muse: Yes...
Me: And you wouldn't work with me for the past few birthdays that have come up, and I was hoping that-
Muse: [looking about with an expression of discontent, tapping one toe] I don't see any hekatombs. Do you see any hekatombs?
Me: Well, I thought those were only for the Olympian gods, and besides, these days most people don't have that many head of cattle, and -
Muse: [with a flounce] You obviously don't care enough to deserve my attention just now, and if I sense that you feel that way, any help I'd give you would just be one-dimensional and thinly plotted. Don't think I haven't noticed that you live within a half mile along the road to a dairy farm in both directions! You could get enough cattle to sacrifice if you really cared!
Me: But the farmers need the milk from those cows for their livelihood, and they are sweet, friendly dish-faced creatures, who look curiously at me and -
Muse: Talk to the pen! I am soooo outta here!
Me: [sigh!]
Aurora, you write lovely, clever, very, very amusing stories, you share interesting and think-y meta, and I hope that other people with better behaved muses will be giving you lots of lovely thoughtful gen fics to celebrate the day.
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And on a different note:
I live in Vermont on a two lane rural highway between small towns. The town I pay taxes to has a population of about 900 souls. Now I am not surprised that I can see the doorway of my brother's Greenwich Village apartment on Google Street View. Manhattan is the center of a world-renowned metropolitan area. But my little house? If you position the little yellow figure right, you can see the post my husband was installing back in the summer of 2009 to corral stacked firewood, and the ladder that he'd left out that he was using on the project. You can see my teenage daughter's bike leaning on the door jamb of one of the garage doors. And you can tell (if you know your cars) what make, model, and color of car I drive, because the door to my bay was open, although my husband's side was closed. You can tell we have satellite. You can see how the front garden was doing. It all just seems... a bit creepy. My grown daughter and college-age son are delighted. They can catch a glimpse of home whenever they want, just fire up Google Maps, and hey presto! the Old Homestead. I feel like although Big Brother probably isn't watching yet, Little Brother certainly is!
p.s. I am very amused by the way that the spellchecker can't really deal with "Google", and its first suggestion is "Go ogle". Different. Verrry different.
aurora_novarum, and many happy returns of the day! Persuant to that, the following conversation took place Me: Muuuuuse! Ohhhh, Muuuuuuuuuse!
Muse: Oh, Zeus, Amon, and Odin! Not you again! Can't you leave me alone?
Me: But it's
aurora_novarum's birthday.Muse: Yes...
Me: And you wouldn't work with me for the past few birthdays that have come up, and I was hoping that-
Muse: [looking about with an expression of discontent, tapping one toe] I don't see any hekatombs. Do you see any hekatombs?
Me: Well, I thought those were only for the Olympian gods, and besides, these days most people don't have that many head of cattle, and -
Muse: [with a flounce] You obviously don't care enough to deserve my attention just now, and if I sense that you feel that way, any help I'd give you would just be one-dimensional and thinly plotted. Don't think I haven't noticed that you live within a half mile along the road to a dairy farm in both directions! You could get enough cattle to sacrifice if you really cared!
Me: But the farmers need the milk from those cows for their livelihood, and they are sweet, friendly dish-faced creatures, who look curiously at me and -
Muse: Talk to the pen! I am soooo outta here!
Me: [sigh!]
Aurora, you write lovely, clever, very, very amusing stories, you share interesting and think-y meta, and I hope that other people with better behaved muses will be giving you lots of lovely thoughtful gen fics to celebrate the day.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
And on a different note:
I live in Vermont on a two lane rural highway between small towns. The town I pay taxes to has a population of about 900 souls. Now I am not surprised that I can see the doorway of my brother's Greenwich Village apartment on Google Street View. Manhattan is the center of a world-renowned metropolitan area. But my little house? If you position the little yellow figure right, you can see the post my husband was installing back in the summer of 2009 to corral stacked firewood, and the ladder that he'd left out that he was using on the project. You can see my teenage daughter's bike leaning on the door jamb of one of the garage doors. And you can tell (if you know your cars) what make, model, and color of car I drive, because the door to my bay was open, although my husband's side was closed. You can tell we have satellite. You can see how the front garden was doing. It all just seems... a bit creepy. My grown daughter and college-age son are delighted. They can catch a glimpse of home whenever they want, just fire up Google Maps, and hey presto! the Old Homestead. I feel like although Big Brother probably isn't watching yet, Little Brother certainly is!
p.s. I am very amused by the way that the spellchecker can't really deal with "Google", and its first suggestion is "Go ogle". Different. Verrry different.
