All the blue things are MINE.

Today's miscellaneous shiny objects:

The sentence: "Peyote is NOT a Magic Button." (Context: better Enlightenment through chemistry.)

Truly horrible (but, I'm told, high-quality) bad jokes in a dot_cattiness post made by iced_spice.

immaculatemonk: an Exalted-game-universe humor journal begun by lstone. (Stupid Master. Stupid Immaculate Order.) Speaking of Exalted, wrote the extended background dance remix for my character for the game lstone's running, who may actually be introduced sometime soon. (*waits for oneironaut's glower*)

From lizw, and this is actually yesterday's shiny object: The best opening line to a news story ever.

I found my copy of Roxette's Tourism, which I was frantically looking for a while ago because I desperately needed "Silver Blue". Have since listened to Silver Blue twice. (Located Tourism while looking desperately for REM's Out of Time; conservation of misplaced albums continues.) Went on another ripping binge, including getting "Zion hört die Wächter singen" from Wachet auf, ruft uns die Stimme ripped. My favorite Bach ever ever ever. As in, I'm insane enough to want a dozen copies of this piece so I can have an all Wachet auf, all the time playlist. Really want the lovely organ instrumental version that WETA plays at 5am. (When I was in high school, I would set my alarm for 4:55, just so I could hear it play. Then I'd go back to sleep until Morning Edition.)

Words so far: 202. May get more. Who knows? I might sleep instead.

A small story.

My senior year of high school, just about everyone was doing the AP and IB exams. My school had a policy that if you had an exam that day, you did not have to attend any of your classes. (I had several two-day IB exams and none of my various tests fell on the same day as each other. I didn't do much class that month. I remember tooling around Monkey County with dirtydianadd, larksdream, and Wendolyn in a little car that wouldn't go above forty except downhill desperately seeking Pez one of those afternoons.)

Anyway. Nobody else was in class much either.

I think it was the day of one of the French exams; there were maybe three of us in English class. There was no point in teaching under those circumstances; we all had reading material and stuff to do. (It was around here that my tarot card story goes.) Anyway, Natalie (one of the folks remaining) was sitting and reading some comics.

"What are you reading?"
"Neil Gaiman."
"Who's he?"
". . . you don't know Neil Gaiman?"

So she lent me one of her books and I read.

Because of this I've been looking for a copy of The Books of Magic for rather quite some time. Going into Pandemonium and looking through the graphic novels and never finding it, peering in bookstores here and there to look for it, nothing.

All of this is context for: I have a new leather jacket (from the place keshwyn recommended, thanks!), some fried chicken, and a copy of The Books of Magic.