The lack of pigeon surprises me. Not that the hat doesn't do the trick, nicely. IS that a fedora? To my untrained eye, I thought all fedoras had to be made out of leather and used when going on an adventure.
well, a classic look. like, classy. like, guy noir. like i really haven't slept in days and i was looking through iPhoto and remembered just how much I love that picture. and i never really knew what a fedora was, i just knew you had a fondness for them. did I mention i haven't really slept in days?
I'm glad at least one person in the universe thinks I have the potential to be mysterious. I think it's the hat, which, by the way, was purchased at the mall. But the sheep was purchased on sale at Fenwick in York, at the urging of Helen. I think. Or else I had just been in Fenwick and then found the sheep somewhere else. I think the latter is the case because I remember I named him Fenwick initially and then I realized I had gotten him somewhere else with a less great name, so I then named him Heslington. His middle name is Facade although I do not recall why. And then Adam decided to call him Manchester just to be perverse.
And that's the life story of Heslington "Manchester" Facade.
That's funny, I thought the same thing when I read it. About being Kate Somerville. Hmm. As for the body count, you ARE reading Dorothy Dunnett, after all. She is merciful neither to characters nor readers. God, I love her.
and wouldn't it be that the one character i thought she would kill absconded at the end? still: hooray for illegitimate children (they belong to the world), and vive the allure of the irish women! i'll read number four this summer.
There are only two possible messages. The first is an automatic response to the second and the second is an automatic response to the first. The first is, "Here I am, here I am, here I am." The second is, "So glad you are, so glad you are, so glad you are." (Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan)
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The lack of pigeon surprises me. Not that the hat doesn't do the trick, nicely. IS that a fedora? To my untrained eye, I thought all fedoras had to be made out of leather and used when going on an adventure.
It's not technically a fedora. It's Heslington's hat. He lets me borrow it sometimes. He is the most generous sheep-shaped doorstop that I know.
By the way, what exactly do you mean to imply by posting a picture of me drinking (...sparkletini, but nonetheless...) and calling it "classic"?!
well, a classic look. like, classy. like, guy noir. like i really haven't slept in days and i was looking through iPhoto and remembered just how much I love that picture. and i never really knew what a fedora was, i just knew you had a fondness for them. did I mention i haven't really slept in days?
California is doing terrible things to you. You should come home for a while. It's two degrees right now and windy. I know you miss it.
OR-better yet, you could meet up in Minnesota...
Also, Simon, was the hat purchased in Heslington, cause that would just be cool
now that I am well rested-- I felt the picture captured the essence of Simon. Playful yet mysterious with a hint of hedgehog.
I'm glad at least one person in the universe thinks I have the potential to be mysterious. I think it's the hat, which, by the way, was purchased at the mall. But the sheep was purchased on sale at Fenwick in York, at the urging of Helen. I think. Or else I had just been in Fenwick and then found the sheep somewhere else. I think the latter is the case because I remember I named him Fenwick initially and then I realized I had gotten him somewhere else with a less great name, so I then named him Heslington. His middle name is Facade although I do not recall why. And then Adam decided to call him Manchester just to be perverse.
And that's the life story of Heslington "Manchester" Facade.
Think Indiana Jones when you thinkfedora.
Sigh.
That what everyone seems to do when I wear mine.
Maybe the leather jacket encourages it.
SIMON, the disorderly knights has an alarmingly high body count. also, i realized that you are kate somerville.
That's funny, I thought the same thing when I read it. About being Kate Somerville. Hmm. As for the body count, you ARE reading Dorothy Dunnett, after all. She is merciful neither to characters nor readers. God, I love her.
and wouldn't it be that the one character i thought she would kill absconded at the end? still: hooray for illegitimate children (they belong to the world), and vive the allure of the irish women! i'll read number four this summer.
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