if it snows that stretch down south won't ever stand the strain

I have to go up to Providence today (not to work, thank the gods), so I think I'll finally t00b over and see Lovecraft's grave. And maybe take a picture of the house he was born in. If I can figure out how to scan pictures to this bloody st00pid not-working-right computer, I will. Wah. I need a digital camera. Again.

*sigh* Maybe by the time I get back my Amazon package will have gotten its arse out of the Cranston post office (where Amazon's tracker-thing says it is) and actually show up at my house.

And grr, I'll bet that my copy of DT7 that I ordered from Michael Whelan's site is being shipped today instead of being delivered today. Which means that I may have to spend some serious time at Barnes and Noble later on. Ahh, days off.


Thursday night I'll be at songdog and zeus55's house, 'cause whee! mr_t00by is coming home this weekend and I have to go get him. Their house is halfway there, kindasorta.

you were always the mysterious one with dark eyes and careless hair

That's it, I'm not sitting around any longer waiting for the phone to ring and the post to come.


Cannot cope--off to Providence to be a tourist. But wah, I wanted to listen to the new CDs on the way! And we'll not even discuss how Not Here my new copy of DT7 is. :/

Angels and mortals drive around in cars

Swan Point cemetery is huge. Thus I couldn't find Lovecraft's grave without a map, and I couldn't find anyone around to get one.

The cemetery's gorgeous, though, all lawn and stone, with its family plots with the old RI names on them: Kent, Kenyon, Waterman, Potter, Hazard, Gilbane, all of those...and angels, angels everywhere. (spinning in infinity, as it were) I will post them as soon as I can figure out how. Technologically impaired, that's me.

One of my books and my two CDs came! Not DT7, though, bleh. Good thing I'd actually started reading the thing at Worldcon. *sigh* Lorraine Garland of Flash Girls fame plays the fiddle like a dream. *melts in Celtic bliss* You'd think she was from Dublin and not Minnesota.

Tomorrow I might just go back up to Swan Point, armed with an actual location of H.P's grave. And write, perhaps!

And bleh, I couldn't find 454 Angell Street, either. Where 454 Angell Street should have been lurks a Starbuck's. If they've torn down H.P. Lovecraft's house to put up a cursed symbol of abject capitalism Starbucks, I'll scream.


Also, who linked daily_snitch to my LJ? Because, cool! *G*