On a more cheerful note:
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
It is also, according to my desk calendar, the Feast Day of St. Joseph of Arimathea, the patron saint of gravediggers and morticians.
Yesterday's entry ran:
The Waltz was forbidden on about this date in 1799 in parts of Switzerland and Germany. Through the 18th century, Europeans were inclined toward complex dances, such as the gavotte, minuet, and quadrille, which maintained the appearance of sexual propriety, But by 1773 the waltz, the name derived from the Italian volver, to revolve, had become popular in Vienna. It developed from the medieval weller, or turning dances of alpine Austrian and Bavarian peasants, whose ancient yodeling melodies formed their foundations. But many were adamantly opposed to this risque dance, which encouraged couples to hold each other in an unprecedented embrace. In July 1816 the London Times wrote scornfully on the waltz's recent introduction at a royal ball: "So long as this obscene display was confined to prostitutes and adulteresses, we did not think it deserving of notice. But now that it is forced on the respectable classes of society, we feel it a duty to warn every parent against exposing his daughter to so fatal a contagion."
I tried out our new shower head. It's pretty awesome.
Why do I bother continuing to try and write fiction? *sigh*
Dragons and reviews and cleaning up cat barf. Asi es la vida.
Stupid Dragon site isn't connecting anyway, so I can't even bother people posting my dragons. Go to my scroll and click my babies, at least... *pitiful expression* (I finally got a geode. Yay. )
I can at least congratulate cornerofmadness, who DID make the next round. Despite the bitterness of the sour grapes I'm eating, I am happy for her and do make sure to vote for her excellent novel, Machiavellian Moon.