Here are two quick snapshots of the "park," and one of me. Sorry, I'm too tired at the end of the day to put on a convincing smile and my fake smile is rather atrocious. But I think I've acquired some Sherlock friends since the last time I posted a snap of myself, and it's always nice to put a face with the name.
Today's big accomplishment of the RL variety is I was called in for a first interview for an administrative job with a luxury travel firm. I think between the two of us we made a mess of pretty much everything that could have been made a mess of, right up to and including me transposing the initials in the firm's name and so researching the wrong firm last night. The plus side is I'm not entirely sure it's the kind of company I'd like to work with. I mean, they're not bad people or anything but they're a downtown Manhattan company providing a luxury service to the client set you'd imagine they'd be geared to, which isn't really my scene. But if I was going to mess up an interview, it should really be under this setting. Plus I got to explore a new neighborhood, enjoy a Mickey D's ice cream cone (so sinful; so delicious) and now and sipping an ice cold half-frozen water and eating papaya while I watch kids run around and listen to Ohio Players on Spotify. As far as days go, I've had so much worse.
Also, worthy of mention: I received the fic written for my request for holmestice. Perhaps it's fitting that a story built around the three Holmes siblings as a parallel to Brahma, Vishna, and Shiva would defy easy discussion. But damn, but it's beautiful. And deep. And beautiful once more. what_alchemy described it as "what a fine mindfuck for the evening," and I find myself quite agreeing. But the absolute best kind of mental jiggery-pokery. I'm looking forward to learning who wrote it so I can check out his or her other pieces. And while there's a bit of psychological trauma to all three and descriptions of same that may be upsetting, it's really very family friendly - no sex, no graphic violence (for all there's trauma woven throughout), no themes more adult than you could expect beyond (say) the Silmarillion level of thought-provoking and moving but not especially adultish messed-up-edness. I do hope if you're at all inclined to Sherlock Holmes, BBC or otherwise, you'll give it a read.
Trimūrti, Author Unknown
(I finally got my own Holmestice submission off last night. That fest's moderators have been wonderfully flexible and helpful as I got my stuff in order, and I hope the fic's worth waiting for. Sadly, you'll have to wait a while before I can point to it directly, but all the submissions so far have been worth reading, so I hope you'll all enjoy the stories and art and what-nots as they roll out.)
I think that's it for me. Enjoy your evening.