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Spent five hours on Willows Beach yesterday, my skin so burnt that my skin matches my hair. I may need to bleach my hair to even things out. We had fish and chips, we made sand castles (well, in my case, I made the old mad witch-woman's hut out of sand, with the adjoining well of despair and lunatic asylum), we wandered down the beach to get ice cream which failed because the ice cream shoppe was closed. We ate strawberries. Steff talked about her mysterious past working for NATO (She says she was a staffmember, but we all know the truth - Steff was a black ops agent!), and we discussed horrible teen movies and how there must be a Heathers for every generation.

After that, Michael and I went to help Nathan move with Jo and Jonas. Got everything squirreled away pretty fast and then went for drinks at the Penny Farthing.

The story I'm working on is slow, but I have a good idea of where it's going, so that's all good. Thinking about resurrecting the reincarnation / talking fish story from before, since it was a good idea that needs more attention.

My stories are circulating around the library. It's important that people realize I only appear to be quiet when at work.

Appear.

Comic Book recommendation: Seaguy, written by Grant Morrison with art by Cameron Stewart. It's probably my favourite thing by Morrison so far, it just wallows in its own surreal properties and indeed has a talking fish named Chubby, who floats around and hates water. Strong, clean artwork with writing surprisingly uncluttered by Morrison's usual fare of intense political / magickal / psychosexual ideas (where every character is a mouthpiece; keep in mind that I do like his work a lot) - all the ideas are there in some respect, but they're implied by the text, the artwork, and the plot work rather than being referenced with every single piece of dialogue. He's working a lot with implication this time.

Similiarly connected, I can't wait for Wes Anderson's new film The Life Aquatic. Bill Murray as a deepsea documentary-maker. That's all I want to say, because I'm trying to avoid thinking about it lest the picture not live up to unreal expectations. I don't know why I'm obsessing over odd and esoteric undersea adventures. Maybe I need to watch old Superfriends cartoons and laugh at how horribly useless Aquaman manages to be in every episode.