And I love the Black Keys. Although nothing can really ever top the sheer genius of Howlin' For You, this is wicked awesome. And, yes, that's exactly the way I dance around the kitchen.
Well, it's been a horrid last couple of days here at Chez Hades. There was one real disaster, that in retrospect was not as big a disaster as it seemed at the moment, but nevertheless demoralizing, and one barely avoided disaster that could have killed someone but didn't, but still freaked out everyone but me. I figure you should be thankful about barely avoided disasters and not focus on what would have happened had they actually occurred. In short, no one is dead.
I was supposed to have Running Red done before Sunday, and was actually on track to have it done Friday evening. At some point midday Friday, Word freaked out. It did so quietly and without fanfare. When I opened up my manuscript file, it had somehow reverted back to an unchanged file. A file sans revisions. Even though I had saved the file and double-checked it, 300+ pages of revisions were just gone. The file didn't disappear, it somehow REVERTED. And it didn't just erase the changes from the last time I had opened the file, it reverted back to the original file from a week ago. A file that I had opened and closed multiple times. Apparently from my research this is an impossibility. It can't happen. There is no mechanism by which this can occur. So I am left with either a supernatural explanation or Secret Window, Secret Garden scenario in which I did this in a fugue state to sabotage myself. I'll leave it up to you to choose which is more likely.
So we backed up all the Word files on an external drive (680 of them!) and uninstalled the apparently possessed version of Word and replaced it with Word 2010. Things seem to be normal now, but I'm taking no chances. I back up everything hourly to the cloud and a flash drive.
I started over because there was nothing else to do, but that means most of the revising I'm doing I'd already done multiple times over the past several weeks and I have now looked at the manuscript so much that it's starting to make no sense. It's Groundhog Day, but directed by Frederico Fellini after a meal of hallucinogenic toads and absinthe. I'm back up to chapter 31 out of 55, and it's going sloooooowly. And after I do the revisions, I've to proof it again. (I do have a second proofer going over it too, but I have trouble releasing control.)
Hopefully the next time I take a break to post, it will be to talk about the new project, the one that was supposed to start yesterday, and Running Red will have gone to the big formatting barn in the sky. In the meantime, there is this, which I found delightful. (Warning: if you are easily offended DO NOT PUSH PLAY. And don't say I did not warn you. Because I did. ).
And by popular request, I mean that since the 5-year-old can't read the blog (first, because he can't read, and second, because I'm prone to salty language), he has requested that I post his favorite video. So here we have Bruno Mars singing Grenade. Nicky does a boffo version in his booster chair in the back seat of the car. (And may I also say that Bruno Mars is so uber-cute, I would like to keep him in a box on my desk.)
Via the most excellent Angry Black Lady Chronicles, I too find this awesome. And if I was an 19-year-old girl, those guys would be so freaking hot.
I prefer the Alien Ant Farm version to Michael Jackson's, but I swear I am not now nor have I ever been a sk8ter grrl. I do, however, want a light-up sidewalk.
Hey, kids, it's the '70s! Stock video is the coolest. (My kids have threatened to jump from the car while it's still moving if I ever sing this while driving again. I don't think they appreciate my musical stylings.)
Another song I can't get out of my head, plus the bonus of my favorite Decembrist's song, because one thing we definitely need more of is peppy little neo-folk ditties about blood feuds! Hint: it doesn't end well.
Benjy Davis Project is a local band -- Baton Rouge. They often play around here, but I haven't had a chance yet to see them live. Maybe someday when I have time....yeah, that's the ticket.
Anyway, they make me want to go back to college and start a band. I had piano lessons when I was a kid, I'm sure I could pick it right back up. Or the flute. I even played the piccolo for a year. Although I doubt many college bar bands are on the lookout for piccolo players.
Heard Florence and the Machine on the car radio for the first time this afternoon, and the first thought that popped into my head was that this song is the love child of Siouxsie Sioux and Adam Ant. I believe the video bears me out. Catchy. I particularly love the blue-skinned Star Trek go-go dancers. Also, the fact that everybody in the video look's like an extra from either the Tom Baker iteration of Doctor Who or Blake's 7.
I want to marry this song and have its babies. I want to sit parked at the stoplight and jam to it while people honk at me and make rude gestures. This song makes me HAPPY. I pity the fool who does not love this song.
I'm a writer. Things that make me happy: hockey, zombie movies, good books, ginger beer, my DVR.
Things that make me unhappy: bad writing, a lack of intellectual curiosity.
Favorite Authors: Ray Bradbury, Shirley Jackson, James Lee Burke, Carol O'Connell, Edward Gorey.