The Lord's a Little Stale Today
Aug. 3rd, 2002 08:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
strange_aeonsSo I wrote 829 words day before yesterday, 852 yesterday and I spent every second in between thinking about my tri-sexed critters as hashed partially out in the blithering below. But before I talk about my critters, I feel the need to talk about the revelation I had yesterday.
Occasionally 'The sort of person who will ...' phrases tumble through my mind. I want one, for me. Well, obviously I have any number, being the sort of person who will do any number of things worth immortalizing in a throwaway sentence. But for a while I've wanted one that will capture me, capture some essential me-ness the way a good photo will.
I've got it. I was sitting at my desk at six in the morning, writing down the ingredients for a recipie, and it came to me.
I'm the sort of person who will use the phrase 'uncertain provenance' on a shopping list.
Okay, now that's out of the way, back to the critters, who are awfully insistent little bastards. They want a language. Actually, they want several languages, in at least two and possibly three or even four unrelated families. They want their own writing systems and it would please them to have religious texts, several of them that don't agree. They want a number of cultures, past and present, and they have some vague suggestions but are not being extraordinarily forthcoming. They want me to do some more research on melanin, which I've sort of been putting off even though I've downloaded a number of large .pdfs on the subject, and they may want to have contact with humans, though they don't much care how.
Fuckers.
I still don't know quite what they look like, but I know they're humanoid and mammaloid, and they have made vague suggestions to the effect that they may bear a resemblance to this pantsless entity here, but they would prefer not to have horns and if they haven't got usable eyebrows they insist that they be able to indicate emotion in some other way, perhaps with their ears, which would be an absolutely perfect place for members of the third sex, the etjan — this is transparent, but it amuses me; I'm sure it will pick up a more sophisticated declension later — to have exciting markings, now wouldn't it? Also, they would like for their necks to attach in the right place. Okay, that's my fault.
I wonder if I've been living in one setting for too long, and if that's why I've been ambushed by this one.
Occasionally 'The sort of person who will ...' phrases tumble through my mind. I want one, for me. Well, obviously I have any number, being the sort of person who will do any number of things worth immortalizing in a throwaway sentence. But for a while I've wanted one that will capture me, capture some essential me-ness the way a good photo will.
I've got it. I was sitting at my desk at six in the morning, writing down the ingredients for a recipie, and it came to me.
I'm the sort of person who will use the phrase 'uncertain provenance' on a shopping list.
Okay, now that's out of the way, back to the critters, who are awfully insistent little bastards. They want a language. Actually, they want several languages, in at least two and possibly three or even four unrelated families. They want their own writing systems and it would please them to have religious texts, several of them that don't agree. They want a number of cultures, past and present, and they have some vague suggestions but are not being extraordinarily forthcoming. They want me to do some more research on melanin, which I've sort of been putting off even though I've downloaded a number of large .pdfs on the subject, and they may want to have contact with humans, though they don't much care how.
Fuckers.
I still don't know quite what they look like, but I know they're humanoid and mammaloid, and they have made vague suggestions to the effect that they may bear a resemblance to this pantsless entity here, but they would prefer not to have horns and if they haven't got usable eyebrows they insist that they be able to indicate emotion in some other way, perhaps with their ears, which would be an absolutely perfect place for members of the third sex, the etjan — this is transparent, but it amuses me; I'm sure it will pick up a more sophisticated declension later — to have exciting markings, now wouldn't it? Also, they would like for their necks to attach in the right place. Okay, that's my fault.
I wonder if I've been living in one setting for too long, and if that's why I've been ambushed by this one.
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Date: 2002-08-03 07:04 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2002-08-03 07:13 pm (UTC)Ah, the plight of the intermittently oversexed.
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Date: 2002-08-03 07:16 pm (UTC)