8.5k remaining... now I begin to count *down*

So I evilly skipped chapter 18 as well as the end of 17 (since it'll involve a lot of going back & reading bits out of the inferno to collate with) and have just polished off a rather quick and dirty rendition of chapter 19, which is going to need additions and cleaning up to both ends. But there's enough to work with...

Which means I'm on to Sherry in China. And I can't believe I didn't quote either of the following passages (which I did copy into my notebook) last year...

( quoted things! )

And I climbed the maple tree in the front yard, up to within about 15 feet of the top. And took lots of pictures (which are all still on my camera, so I won't be sharing until the typing is done, at least) and when my camera tried to die on the way up I hit it, and it started working again. Because, um, violence is the answer to everything. Obviously.

43k/57.5 and 7.5 still to go...

(not that this entry is at all related-- and yes, my math is off; I'm counting until the document wc reaches 65k)

This is actually for leimon_malakoi should she get around to reading it. And for the fishy1 and scraun23, should they be interested, and I keep meaning to ask troyfish if he's seen these.

Anyway! Scary Czech puppet movies! Faust and there's also one called "Alice" (a la Lewis Carol) where most of the characters are puppets, but Alice switches back and forth between a little girl and one of those old fashioned creepy china dolls, which is not actually listed on imdb for some reason.

These are weird and dark with kind of a nightmarish badly lit junkshop sort of atmosphere. Jay made me watch them in the summer of 2000, so they've both been around for a while (and who knows, there might be more?) This is the Faust where most of the characters are puppets, and when the live-action "hero" makes the bargain to get the girl there's this awful scene where he has to turn the (human-sized wooden) puppet upside down and take a drill to her. They're all sorts of freakish and disturbing, and so all you freakish and disturbed people should track them down and see them. :)

46.5k/61, slightly less than 4 to go, yay!

Not entirely sure how I managed it, but I have written 5,875 words today (plus the livejournal entries, and several e-mails and chat conversations) I'm impressed. I'm also ahead of saladmonkeylamb. Go me. (of course, I also want to finish on tuesday, so I can go out and do things on wed. and thurs, and I'm going to drop working on this again for a while when I'm done with this month's 50k, but still...)

And I remembered Judar's phrase-book at the last minute.

“Just a minute!” said Judar, digging out his phrasebook. He flipped through it frantically. There had been something useful that he’s seen earlier, he was sure of it. There was an entire page on speaking to trolls, he found, nearly flipping past it in his hurry. “My brother is bigger and jucier than me,” didn’t seem quite appropriate, and neither did, “We will ring all the church bells in town.” He considered, “I am a poor soul lost in the woods. Please don’t eat me,” but didn’t think it conveyed quite the right message, somehow. At the bottom of the page it said, “I can squeeze blood out of a stone.” Judar held up the book, pointing to that.