Just a collection of reference pics for a future minor character – the son of a genetically uplifted horse, who commissioned a bunch of magogeneticists to give her foal a horn. She wanted him to be special. That's also why she named him Moonflower Etheriel Bliss. *facepawheaddesk* Mares.
These following are all pics of one cremello chap and right for colour, but I don't know that he'd the right breed/build. (I know the horses in this setting are roughly Percheron-derived, but I haven't the expertise to recognise one if it came up and ate a stick at me.)
Here's a pic that I particularly like (source unknown; the url on the picture is sadly domainsquatted now, so I can't find out any info about it), although this might be overdoing the feathers. You know, just a tad.
And finally, amusement courtesy of Second Life, because whatever daft idea you come up with, someone is bound to have done it before in Poser…
I sent my father some advice on introducing a dog to new cats with no bloodshed. This is actually quite straightforward to accomplish, and you can get the general gist from my abstract:
The cat's unshakeable belief in its own inherent superiority, and ability to convince the dog of the same in the face of overwhelming evidence, is one of the reasons it is such a successful parasitic lifeform. The cat seeks to displace the dog's benign mutualism for its own ends without the host's knowledge.
I recommend Hillaire Belloc's exhaustive treatment, a classic for anyone interested in the subject. Meanwhile, in the realm of speculative fiction, many of the terrifying parasitic alien lifeforms in Neal Asher's novels are rather reminiscent of the cat or its passenger-cum-co-conspirator, Toxoplasma gondii.
The prize for the answer is braggin' rights. Nowt else.
My mistress bids me wait in durance stern.
With ignorance she blocks my path to joy;
Unjust delays are wrought at every turn,
My every plea set back by falsehoods coy;
Or else she seems to wilt, or then relent,
Yet in the granting, buck my earnest wish
With pale commital, watered-down assent –
A day-old tin of bleak and joyless fish.
Such cheapest chicken wafted at my face
That any cat would balk to call a meal!
There's gravy when I wanted jellied plaice
Or tuna when I becked for curried veal!
That witch! that crone! a wight with no remorse!
I shan't be coming back for second course!
What colour is the cat who writes this complaint, AND WHY? No marks will be given for an incorrect reason. (Hint: You don't need any foreknowledge of my household to work this out.)
Comments will be screened for a couple of days to let everyone guess.
From someone on Yammer, source unknown:
[Freeman Dyson] took his tortoise on the train many years ago. Back then they had 'dog tickets', but did you need to get one for a tortoise, he asked the conductor? The priceless reply: "cats is dogs, rabbits is dogs but tortoises is insects and travel free according."
I suspect this will amuse Anke, who thought my fictional religious order that classifies snakes as fish but lizards as rats was odd… ;)
I desperately want a tortoise… or a dog. OR! Both. I reason that I could set a jaguar on them to try to knock them into the river, and then they'd morph into pangolins. (Source for this unimpeachable logic.)
Because I can't resist it when someone mentions Anubis. Another for the Jack forum art exchange.
Treads-the-Path (800×453, 95KB)
I took "treads the path" literally (Deed name? White Wolf does NOT exist in my world.) and wondered what sort of 'path' an Egyptian werewolf might tread…
I'm growing to like Photobucket's tagging. It lets you add URLs.
Herewith the excoriation. Spoilers for books and film.
Not nearly enough establishing of the daemons, what they can do and so on. Considering I was there for the shapeshifting talking animals, I was entirely gypped. They needed one more reinforcement of "you never ever EVER touch someone else's", too.
Two instances of people with identical daemons (both pairs of guards done for stupid symmetry reasons), which is wrong.
Pantalaimon's voice was appropriate. Hester's was absolutely perfect. Scoresby's entire portrayal was an exaggeration, but perhaps he was so in the source. I didn't notice him much in the books.
Underwhelmed by Iorek.
Two opportunities to establish "daemon dominating other daemon = human dominating other human" elegantly and subtly, both missed. For example, Lyra talking to Asriel — instead of "Quiet, Pan" and a brief cut to the daemons, we should have heard the conversation while seeing Stelmaria staring Pan down.
Tech was good. I had no mental image, but that could have been it.
No thoughts on Asriel and Coulter. Don't have a mental image of them, and those two actors aren't it. Stelmaria was pretty. The monkey wasn't pretty or savage enough.
They surprised me by letting Lyra be properly scruffy and urchinlike.
Guy playing the Magisterium agent was perfect facially, although the combover was going a bit far.( Read the rest of this entry » )
It was fictitious mythology nite tonite. Hehe.
That's background stuff I worked out for a co-op story I'm writing with others. My excuse for this enjoyable exercise (a legitimate one!) is that one character, loosely mine but technically shared, lives this stuff and I want to add some depth to her knowledge. The other reason is that the avatars are settling into my brain and demanding attention.
Religion isn't interesting, but I love stories.
Piper was scared of the fireworks earlier this evening. Now he's near my feet, curled up on the study room carpet and happily sleepy. Not only have the fireworks stopped, he has been brought upstairs, made a flash-bang-excluding nest, fed and provided with a litter tray. This cat really prefers indoor toilet facilities. Too bad for him, most of the year.