Dinner with the Cripple

[nirinia]

Managed to get out of the house today, with Line the Cripple (blisters, again, poor thing), to stuff our faces and exchange war stories. For one reason or another, we got oogled at a lot more than usual, and I can't figure what people found so peculiar about us today. I got came close to losing an ear-ring but got "Panik Manifesto" and a new Nabokov book instead. I love that man, he is a marvel; he masters the art of story-telling to a fault (google "shamanstvo"), and never fails to baffle his readers with the opening lines. Or semi-colons.

Tomorrow I plan on curing my bad consciousness by basking in reading-list frustrations, and then embarking upon Nabokov's "Laughter in the Dark". I half-hope Vigdis does not answer my SMS, and half hope she does - I need her help.

And I need a new LJ-layout, this one bores me.

Comments

[nirinia.livejournal.com]

I do not pity you that often, you should savour every moment of it, self-inflicted or not.

As am I, it's well worth the icky feeling you're left with afterwards. They really should, or we could take it as a grand compliment: people are so desperate for our attention, our interest, and wish so much to be like us they can't help but stare. (He was fun, and rather pretty, come to think of it.)

Pfft, I need to be picky, I want something perfect. Something really lovely. Oh, and do change yours again, you enjoy it so much, so why not? I've, by the by, found the undisputed regents of long sentences: Virginia Woolf and Vladimir Nabokov.

[nirinia.livejournal.com]

Oh yes. Savouring is an art, and I trust you're aware of it.

Don't tell me you weren't aware of our incredible collective charisma? Everyone lives just to be us. What would the world be for arrogance?

I'll give you a week, tops, of contentment. Or perhaps two, but then you're being irrational. Not a bad idea, that. The one I'm reading - will be reading shortly, to be spesific - is allegedly something of the same, story-wise. Comparison is always a great idea, particularly for showcasing your great literacy.

[kriwik.livejournal.com]

Damn, I've really missed a lot those two weeks I was gone with The Google. Better catch up some day, after the holiday, that is, and write something meaningful to you. Right now I'm not in the mood, you'll have to excuse me, but I'm freezing cold!

[nirinia.livejournal.com]

You've missed some, but been part of a whole lot of other things. Yes, I'd like something meaningful. You better get better at telling stories, too, you're awfully bad at it. You're excused, of course.