Random Reality Update #1: 18 June

[kiya]

It seems that the local wildlife is really appreciating my gardening efforts; I went out to see if any of my strawberries were ripe enough to pick and saw that the perfect one that was two days from ripe two days ago had vanished entirely. I found a battered strawberry corpse under the cherry tree; it may have been the victim, or we may be looking at a serial squirrel here. or even (da-da-dum) a raccoon, or that possum was in my kitchen a while back. The neighbours are faintly amused. I mentioned to Jody that I might build a cage or something over it at some point. We Must Protect The Strawberries!

The ones on the ground aren't as well off as the ones in the bucket, though there was a bee (or maybe a wasp) puttering about in one of the flowers. The cherries are still tiny, but I've got a month or so before they're supposedly ripe; maybe that'll fix. The orange bush is flowering, which gives me the howling bafflements. The two King of the North grapevines each have a single little cluster of pinhead-sized possible fruits on them now; we'll see what that turns into. The Cabernet vine is putting out lots of leaves, though the ones it came with are withering away. No fruit on that, or even tentatively identified infant pseudofruit.

It looks like the cyser may actually be clearing on its own; I'm stunned. I may fine it anyway, just to be sure; there's a wicked lot of particulates in there. Or I may rack it again in a few weeks. Or both. I need to crack the barrel to stir the rose wine at some point, but the seal is. . . really seal-y, and it takes more wrist than I've got. When I was putting the cyser in the jar, it took both Suzi and me to get the bucket open anyway.

I didn't get much of anything done yesterday. Well, some laundry. But I mean work-wise. But I figure I was entitled to a day off, since I've written a minimum of five hundred words the last four days, and over a thousand most often. I may not get to Vos in this chapter after all, but if I do, she'll probably show up at chapter-break. Ah well. We've got her, and we've got Dawn actually sorting herself out and using her brain for once rather than running reactively on half-formed plans. Maybe I can nudge Squid into getting writing again if I keep throwing wordcounts at gtst.

I needed the break anyway. So I set up this livejournal thing and played Diablo a bit. Or maybe a lot, though not a _large_ lot. And Kevin hunted and killed season 2 of Buffy, so we watched two episodes of that (well, I listened to, mostly) and the season opener of Witchblade. That show musta been a _bitch_ to write, but as oneironaut (that's Squid, for those playing at home) said, the hair situation in this season is really, really nice.

Hee. I just described the WIP to netbard as "Main character is looking for her father, with Sidekick, Cute Kid, and Mysterious Foreigner." The fact that the Cute Kid is an adolescent goblin and the Mysterious Foreigner is seven feet tall and has four nipples is, of course, completely irrelevant to this discussion.

More laundry. More work to do. And more Diablo. In moments of indecision, play Minesweeper. There's a plan for today, unless I come up with a random urge to throttle Lennon for some ("Yow!") unknown ("Yow!") reason ("Yow!").

Comments

[brooksmoses]

Vos has, like, four nipples?

You hadn't told me that part yet....

[kiya]

The neighbours might not understand. . . .

How many nipples would you _expect_ a beastman to have? If kitty has, like, six. . . split the difference.

"Look, I don't own a weapon." "Well then how do you defend yourself?" "Wit."

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

I looked all over the place for the comic as we originally saw it, and couldn't find it; however, I did find a more consolidated and, I think, somewhat smaller version, which I nabbed and put up here.

I wound up reading a lot of logs from way back on '01 in search of the URL, and have come to the same conclusion I always do when I read logs: we are funny funny people.

[oneironaut.livejournal.com]

I feel the need to point out that, under normal circumstances, I actually can spell the word 'in'.