Friday, February 11, 2011

Friday Filler! Spill the beans and spill the milk!

Happy Friday, everyone! Say whatever you like. This post is completely uninspired, but we've been saving our inspiration for the Notes From Underground anthology, which is well on its way to being done.

This weekend, I have plans to hang out in a nice library and do research on Lamas of the Dalai variation. Someone's also making flapcakes for me! Hooray!


  1. This weekend we're having our family traditional dinner called "Xmas on Valentines Day" - turkey and all the trimmings (for the carnivores)served with rose-and-heart chocolates and xmas crackers! :) Should be fun!

    So excited about the anthology - can't wait for the finished product!

    Judy (South Africa)

  2. I want a flapcake. I think a piece of toast will have to do. Yeah, I think we are getting a tad burned out here at the Lit Lab, but it will pay off when Notes is out there. Whee!

  3. Judy, that is so fascinating to me. It sounds like great fun!

    Michelle, I'm feeling okay at the moment. (I just need to get tonight's presentation over with!)

    Tricia, Lama flapcakes are my favorite!

  4. That isn't until tonight? Ugh. I keep thinking about the Notes cover!

  5. Yeah, you know how my team loves to work late on Friday!

  6. flapcakes? I've never heard them called that. Interesting mash up.

  7. Me either, Lois. That's what my friend said he was making, so I thought I should use his term. Maybe they're not what I think they are at all.

  8. This weekend'll be interesting. I have two presentations to put together, other homework, and an article to write for a magazine.

    Crazy crazy.

    Hope y'all have an awesome weekend.

  9. Well, I was supposed to go on a wild goose chase* this weekend, but there's too much rain in the forecast, as usual. Sigh.

    *every winter, some 50,000 or more Snow Geese migrate from the Arctic to the Skagit Flats, where they are quite a sight to see.

    -Alex MacKenzie

  10. Flap cakes? Are they the same as flap jacks? Sounds like a good way to start a weekend!

  11. Stephanie, I'm very tempted to tell you to procrastinate, but I won't.

    Alex, that would have been so cool! I hope you still get a chance to do it sometime. I don't see wild geese very often. I see semi-wild squirrels.

    Liza, Is there a difference between flap jacks and pancakes? I'm thinking no, which probably means these are the same thing. Maybe there's a subtle difference to them that I don't notice as I'm devouring the food. That's very possible.

  12. And no, we are not there yet. It's also the "oh, look, the book is published" stage.

  13. Michelle! That's very funny to me for some reason.

  14. It's like, by the time the book comes out you're too tired to care. Okay, it's more a sad-funny.

  15. Actually, Davin, that is sadly true. By the time Monarch comes out I'm thinking it'll be more of a "meh" moment than anything else. I'm counting on the monarch butterfly release I have planned to spice it up for me. That will rock socks.

  16. I just finished bragging to a fellow blogger at how valuable a resource the Literary Lab is to writers, are you guys are all acting up like a substitute teacher just took over. . .

    Food fight!

  17. Michelle, just don't do the butterfly release around the wild geese.

    Charlie, I blame work, four hours of sleep, and lab fire we had earlier in the week. I also blame you.

  18. Domey: No worries - I've seen the Snow Geese the past two winters and they'll stick around a bit longer. If you're curious, here's the link to the 2009 adventure:

    We'll just have to hope for good weather next weekend.

  19. LOL Domey. Yeah, I've procrastinated too much already on the homework stuff. It'll be fun though.

  20. That's even better than I thought I would be.

    Do you know this poem? It's one of my favorites. It's by Mary Oliver.

    Wild Geese

    You do not have to be good.
    You do not have to walk on your knees
    for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
    You only have to let the soft animal of your body
    love what it loves.
    Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
    Meanwhile the world goes on.
    Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
    are moving across the landscapes,
    over the prairies and the deep trees,
    the mountains and the rivers.
    Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
    are heading home again.
    Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
    the world offers itself to your imagination,
    calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting--
    over and over announcing your place
    in the family of things.

  21. Charlie: I remember, back in 11th grade I think, when we had a substitute teacher in an English class. She was fresh out of college, just a few years older than we were. She looked over the teaching plan and said, "Okay, it says here that you're supposed to write a paper today about Macbeth. So that's what you're going to do. And I don't want to see a bunch of bullshit filler, either." Our jaws dropped at the word bullshit. That, possibly, is the moment I fell in love with literature.

    I have ever since then had a soft spot for substitute teachers.

  22. Domey: Thank you for posting that amazing poem. Think I'll tape it to the dashboard when we do get out on our wild goose chase.

  23. Yes, thank you Domey for the lovely poem.

    On the agenda, adding to the 40k on the current WIP, cleaning the house, doing laundry.

  24. I want some of Judy's feast. *saddles up a horse to head out to South Africa* ;)

    Yum, flapcakes. Mmmm All this talk of food is making Robyn hungry.

    Can't wait to see the anthology, Davin.

    Wild Geese is lovely. :-) Absolutely lovely. How are you?

  25. Robyn, I'm great! I've been thinking of you. :) Hope you are well!


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