Dreams of angel vorticies.

Peter Gabriel - [Darkness]--- A dream abotu the true faces of seraphim as these giant vorticies, coursing through all dimensions, made of eyes wings and teeth, each grouping a separate searph, but all one unit whole. (Yellow Machinegun - [Your Light, Your Shadow]). There were other dreams, in there, discussions of duty and things needing to be done.

Seraph thing came from the Hellblazer book I'm reading, at current: Not very well-written, but interesting. If they guy spent some more time at writing John Constantine, he could get really good at it. (The Adventures Of Jet - [Don't Make It So Hard]). Unfortunately, he also wrote the Novelisation for the movie.

I'm going to go eat breakfast, and then grade papers. Many many papers.

That phrase still amazes me.

It's almost that time. Presenty goodness.

Do you know someone who needs a Winter Holyday Present™? Do they like strange, haunting fictions and horrors? Do they wish for enaging characters, not typically found in "The Genre" (whatever the Hell that means)?

Then get yourself over to Amazon.Com, and order them some books by the wonderful greygirlbeast, otherwise known as Caitlín R. Kiernan.

Go read excepts from her work. I recommend Threshold, and her run on the Sandman offshoot The Dreaming. Her new book Daughter of Hounds is available, now, for Pre-Order. Both of those links go to the same place.

You've helped me raise over $240, for Pudding, people; you can support a brilliant author, and help her to eat food.

You know what's strange, though? I have the hardest time finding her work in bookstores around Atlanta. Which bothers the shit out of me, for the obvious reasons.

Buy her stuff. Meaning the stuff written by her, not purchasing things for her to Own.

Clearing ambiguities, helping people out.

Good afternoon.

"Now turn over."

Ganked from theremina: Roleplaying: President Bush and America.

Not at all work safe.