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Yesterday I got a package from Ottawa. That's exciting, if you're me, because it came from Ottawa. And even the packing tape was bilingual, so I got to go on and on about, "we adopted a policy of multiculturalism as opposed to the melting pot of your American model. You know, it might be instructive -- and just a little bit of fun too -- to pick up a copy of the Royal Commission's report on the official bilingualism, on our way downtown."
Yes, I can recite that from memory. To an empty room. Tragically, there was no Callum Rennie there to say, "A little bit of fun, eh?" It's a total let-down when he doesn't appear in your house just to do that.
ANYWAY, the point of all this rambling is this: among the riches I ordered from the dominion of Canada is a 9-card set of gorgeous postcards with the Mountie art of Arnold Friberg. Only, I don't actually have anyone to send them to. I mean, you don't send these to just anyone. These are not Postcrossing material. These must go to Due South fans, because otherwise it's an absolute waste of perfectly good square-jawed Mounties. (Friberg's Mounties are uniformly massive, broad-shouldered and small-waisted white men with jaws that could accurately be called "stoic." And my God, can the man paint a horse.)
So. The first nine people to email me (freezemarked [at] gmail [dot] com) with an address to send a postcard to will receive a Mountie postcard in the mail, LIKE MAGIC. I will even put a DS ficlet on the back... either an original bit of something, or a snippet or outtake from my in-progress DS novel. If you have any particular preference in what your snippet is, whether you want it to be about a particular character or have certain elements or whatever else, just say so in your email.
In other news from today, my hunched-all-day-over-keyboard typing position over the last week or two has led to lasting and excruciating pain. Human beings were not meant to spend any amount of time in that sort of posture. Which is why I've MacGyvered myself a standing desk by stacking two copy paper boxes underneath my monitor, and one copy paper box under my mouse and keyboard. And sure, it looks a little ghetto, and the keyboard kind of hangs off the edge, and until I'm finished here nobody's allowed to have any more copy paper, but omg, it's so nice. I'd been looking at getting a stand-up type desk to draw at, since I've discovered that I prefer more of a nearly-vertical-drafting-table or easel approach to artwork, but I finally had to cadge something together at work, because my agony was just getting ridiculous. I'm already in love with it. I feel much better, and as an added bonus, I find myself totally jamming to my music on last.fm. I suspect that this why Donald Rumsfeld infamously loved his standing desk, too: we both like to listen to pop music and shake our asses at work.
(Did I just scar you for life? Burn the retinas of your imagination? I'm sorry. But it had to be done. Just think Mountie thoughts and it should get better.)
Yes, I can recite that from memory. To an empty room. Tragically, there was no Callum Rennie there to say, "A little bit of fun, eh?" It's a total let-down when he doesn't appear in your house just to do that.
ANYWAY, the point of all this rambling is this: among the riches I ordered from the dominion of Canada is a 9-card set of gorgeous postcards with the Mountie art of Arnold Friberg. Only, I don't actually have anyone to send them to. I mean, you don't send these to just anyone. These are not Postcrossing material. These must go to Due South fans, because otherwise it's an absolute waste of perfectly good square-jawed Mounties. (Friberg's Mounties are uniformly massive, broad-shouldered and small-waisted white men with jaws that could accurately be called "stoic." And my God, can the man paint a horse.)
So. The first nine people to email me (freezemarked [at] gmail [dot] com) with an address to send a postcard to will receive a Mountie postcard in the mail, LIKE MAGIC. I will even put a DS ficlet on the back... either an original bit of something, or a snippet or outtake from my in-progress DS novel. If you have any particular preference in what your snippet is, whether you want it to be about a particular character or have certain elements or whatever else, just say so in your email.
In other news from today, my hunched-all-day-over-keyboard typing position over the last week or two has led to lasting and excruciating pain. Human beings were not meant to spend any amount of time in that sort of posture. Which is why I've MacGyvered myself a standing desk by stacking two copy paper boxes underneath my monitor, and one copy paper box under my mouse and keyboard. And sure, it looks a little ghetto, and the keyboard kind of hangs off the edge, and until I'm finished here nobody's allowed to have any more copy paper, but omg, it's so nice. I'd been looking at getting a stand-up type desk to draw at, since I've discovered that I prefer more of a nearly-vertical-drafting-table or easel approach to artwork, but I finally had to cadge something together at work, because my agony was just getting ridiculous. I'm already in love with it. I feel much better, and as an added bonus, I find myself totally jamming to my music on last.fm. I suspect that this why Donald Rumsfeld infamously loved his standing desk, too: we both like to listen to pop music and shake our asses at work.
(Did I just scar you for life? Burn the retinas of your imagination? I'm sorry. But it had to be done. Just think Mountie thoughts and it should get better.)