8 days of happiness

[essayel]

Yeah I forgot yesterday, but then yesterday was the type of day where I'd have put something like "I'm happy today because the dog wasn't sick on my shoes". yesterday was just - *snarl*.

But today - I saw this on vashtan's journal and it made me very happy because the song is called Atay, and my story about him [4th C BC Scythian warlord who told Phillip of Macedonia where to stick his phalanxes] is coming along fairly well, though I'm getting frustrated with things like not being able to find out the exact dimensions of the wagon they used to live in, and whether they had musical instruments and whether they WERE as tall as they appear to be from some of the pictorial evidence or is is just artistic exaggeration.

Still the video is fun, if 1500 years too late, and displays the level of ferocity I'm going to have to write a few times *practices grrrring*. It'll make a nice change from schmoop.

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[vashtan.livejournal.com]

4th C BC Scythian warlord who told Phillip of Macedonia where to stick his phalanxes]

My team at work now knows for sure I'm a maniac. That was the giggle. Fabulous. Very funny, and I want to read the story, and YES ULYTAU FOR EVERYBODY!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Ulytau are brilliant. I've been spreading the word about them.

Atay, Aday, Ataia, whoever, is barely known but as I have dug around I've found that he had tall tales attached to him - how he lassoed the King of Istria, for instance. So because it's nice to see a hero through someone else's eyes I've invented a somewhat baffled Greek metal worker who can interact with him [in all kinds of ways] for about 60 years. It'll be a LOT of writing though.

When I watched the video I actually squeaked with surprise because last year I wrote this:

The little horses broke into a scrabbling gallop and Anatolios clung on to the rider, wincing as his groin was driven against the wooden framework of the saddle. He frowned, puzzled, as the leader of the troop raised his bow over his head, string uppermost, and swept it from side to side. The bunched horsemen immediately began to spread out, the furthermost riding forward until their line arced across the plain like the horns of an ox.

It was nice to see it in action. I'll have to get that film.

[vashtan.livejournal.com]

Write it! It sounds fabulous! (And will make me want to write in the same geography... I'm so easily distracted...).

Oh my friendslist rocks. They write all those great, great things.

*Loves*

[essayel.livejournal.com]

My friends list seems, collectively, to be able to achieve just about anything. I feel privileged to have it.

[vashtan.livejournal.com]

We should have a flist appreciation day. :)