22 written.

869 words. About three hundred of which I wrote yesterday.

This bit was interesting; it's a manifestation of a character from a short that I've never finished. Sort of. (It's a manifestation of an institution of which the character from the short is the avatar? No, that's not right either.) An institution, a title, and a proper name; all of them the same word, all of them interlinked.

Miscellaneous other notes: At games night I heard a Metallica cover of Queen's "Stone Cold Crazy". This makes my head hurt in delightful ways.

I need to spend tomorrow in part doing prep for Saturday, because I want to be able to just grab what I need and go down to the headland when I go out to greet Sothis and my new year. Also need to go grocery, get the needful bits for making the honey bread recipe that was posted to kemet a while back. (Start the new year with food!)

Harrum, just past full; that may mean that the tide will be high at dawn. Hah, no, it looks like it's going out. Good. (Hey, I'm finding things on google today. Weird.)

I had a revelation earlier today when talking to gwynyth about, er, people being silly, poly-stuff, and bread. I'm putting the note here in case I feel like writing about it sometime.

I'm going to bed. Need to get my sleep-schedule to a point at which I can be up for dawn rites and coherent afterwards, yes. Up earlyish tomorrow, bed early, gotta figure out how to be sure to get up without distressing teinedreugan overly.

She's closing her eyes, she's starting to dream, she's pulling the strings. . .

For lack of creative titling, I shall fall back on weird pop lyrics. (And hey, I should pull some stuff off this CD. I wonder where I put it. . . .) Heh, and now that I'm playing the CD I have a much, much better title off it. So that's all good.

This is another attempt to work on catching up because there's game tomorrow and I'm trying to get back into the swing of things. I'm going to have to stare at it a lot because this one's being awfully fuzzy.

• Session 1: The wind and the dust go 'round and 'round
  
• Session 2: Oh no. . . I just realised I named my horse 'Charlie'. . .
  
• Session 3: Look, you got beaten up by a RICH ogre.
  
• Session 4: Chief.
  
• Session 5: Roight, Brain, but next time you're wearing the dress.
  
• Session 6: Today was a very ranger day.
  
• Session 7: God is dead. Long live God.
  
• Session 8: More gaming.
  
• Session 9: Stick 'em up! Put all your arithmetical operators in the bag!
  
• Session 10: An Interlude Full of Irritating Cats
  
• Session 11: Psycho Killer Cybermuppets and Other Magical Explosions
  
• Session 12: Rich beyond our mildest delusions (Excuse me, sir, could you spare an orc?)
  
• Session 13: Let's go visit the Spartans! I hear Switzerland is lovely this time of year.
  
• Session 14: Into Barney
  
• Session 15: Shovels and Rakes and Implements of Deeeeee-struction
  
• Session 16: Man Bites Dog
  

( Semtek: Session 17 )

Shameful the cute!

The photo doesn't really capture the sort of mutual flop of the actual pose, quite.

( Photo cut. )