Last night I was having a very pleasant sort of LARP-esque dream up until midway through it when I realized that nobody in this situation was wearing masks and my backbrain tried to frantically backfill in sufficient justification for the absence of basic public health concerns. It was on the one hand funny and almost enough to kick me into lucid dreaming and on the other hand completely wrecked the premise of the story that was ongoing, which I have since forgotten.
This morning the smaller monkeys crawled into bed with me, first ER for snuggles, then AR joining for... well, rampaging about obnoxiously, to be honest. At one point they both hid under the blankets, so I suggested that they play groundhogs since it was Groundhog Day, at which point ER, quite affronted, declared that she was not a groundhog, she was a burrowing owl. So they played groundhog-and-burrowing-owl instead and had an argument about the correct procedure for tunneling and asked me questions like "which digs deeper, groundhogs or owls?" to which I did not and still do not know the answer. (Okay I shared this paragraph with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jenett and she confirmed my suspicion that the answer is groundhogs because she cannot make a will save vs. random research.)
I have now spent a pleasant while looking at Red Dwarf gifs and giggling because of this joke for which I am absolutely in the very specific niche, so that's nice.
I am working on a short story for which I have a title and that's very exotic; I am, however, pretty sure that the words I have for it are at least half wrong but it's one of those things I have to write enough of it to know what to fix, so. (The title is "The Emancipation of Felix d'Carabas".)
And now I wait for the traditional Appointed Time Tee-Em for the posting of an entry, because it is that time of year again.
This morning the smaller monkeys crawled into bed with me, first ER for snuggles, then AR joining for... well, rampaging about obnoxiously, to be honest. At one point they both hid under the blankets, so I suggested that they play groundhogs since it was Groundhog Day, at which point ER, quite affronted, declared that she was not a groundhog, she was a burrowing owl. So they played groundhog-and-burrowing-owl instead and had an argument about the correct procedure for tunneling and asked me questions like "which digs deeper, groundhogs or owls?" to which I did not and still do not know the answer. (Okay I shared this paragraph with
jenett and she confirmed my suspicion that the answer is groundhogs because she cannot make a will save vs. random research.)I have now spent a pleasant while looking at Red Dwarf gifs and giggling because of this joke for which I am absolutely in the very specific niche, so that's nice.
I am working on a short story for which I have a title and that's very exotic; I am, however, pretty sure that the words I have for it are at least half wrong but it's one of those things I have to write enough of it to know what to fix, so. (The title is "The Emancipation of Felix d'Carabas".)
And now I wait for the traditional Appointed Time Tee-Em for the posting of an entry, because it is that time of year again.
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(And no, I barely ever make those saving throws. On the other hand, that was opening two tabs and typing 8 words?)
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Heeeeee.
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(And, yes, that is a gif that is great for those of us in the relevant niche.)
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