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My fifty pounds of magazines has arrived at last.

So I continue with vague attempts at establishing some more order in the house in the hope that someday it will actually be, y'know, a settled house.

Thus far, of the things I have done this week that I remember, I have:
- moved the giant heap of gaming books from the living room floor to the shelving in the basement
- tidied up the giant pile of books in the back half of the living room
- put sweaters in the chest for sweaters (yes, I know it's June, I told you order was lacking around here)
- put things on hangers in the closet, extracted sheets from packed boxes, etc.
- catalogued about a box and a half of paperbacks
- catalogued the contents of two cardboard boxes in the living room, so I can now get to the plants and the snake tank without difficulty
- cleaned the lily tank filter, so it now actually filters once more
- added a little water to the lily tank

I have also done two edits for RTV today, and may do another before sleep, depending on how my brain feels. And have done a lot of poking at my natal horosope to amuse myself.

amberite -- I got the album with "On eBay" on it, and it's all your fault. (Sad, so sad.)

Awfully tempted by this month's colour of the month ... among other things, sigh. (From Babylon back to Babylon.)

OMFGShiny: Gandelman Glass.

Greek and Egyptian statues.

Including a Set that isn't terrible.

Whitney says, ". . . is it wrong of me to desperatly want a grey top hat?"
Tesla [oneironaut] says, "No. Why do you want a grey top hat?"
Brooks [brooksmoses] says, "No. You'd look stunning in one, even if it would warp my gender-sense all up."
Whitney says, "That's sort of the point. Looking stunning with warped genderage."
Brooks says, "Because it would look stunning on her, and someone posted a link to a place that sells them; that's why."
Brooks says, "And you've also got the build for it."
Tesla says, "Fair enough. Just bring your camera. ;)"

I also need to find someone who can fix my pocketwatch. Speaking of Victorian accoutrements and all. (Distractedly remembering baratron looking at me and saying, "You are the sort of person who would have a pocketwatch.")

Have re-hennaed hair and thus appeased the hair demons. Also, I smell really good.

I just said "I could use some distracting" in conversation and my mind wandered. Heh.

83 words! But that's more than nothing! Back in the saddle!

So. Last night I dreamed. I dreamed of a fireworks display. Observed from a rotating platform with a lot of cruft on it. And performed to the tune of Roxette's "Milk and Toast and Honey". What is wrong with my brain?

autumnesquirrel, the band we were listening to in the car was the Cruxshadows, and the album in question was Wishfire. (teinedreugan says the sound's a bit different for their other albums so you might want to get that one first and branch out when you're feeling brave.)

autumnesquirrel and thastygliax, the flash animation I was talking about is here and TNH's blog (if anyone cares) is linked through makinglight.

Scene frustrating me in the WIP. May have a handle on how to deal with it, partly due to talking it out a bit with teinedreugan on the way home (and possibly also with the assistance of the rant I had about it when autumnesquirrel asked), so will work on it afters, since poor brooksmoses is Having A Day.

And for those people who didn't see it at keshwyn and jikharra's place tonight:
( Khopesh! (Cut for image) )

Yes, our front hall is that cluttered. It also contains a bicycle.

I don't remember if I'd gotten around to mentioning that my mother-in-law frightens me. Though in a good way. This past Easter she didn't send us peeps. She sent us a happy green basket full of bulbs, all of which were in a state that made them look like somewhat sickly asparagus. (They'd been forced, and as such were a little wan.) teinedreugan and I bought a pot for them, and I transferred the lot, and they've been happily sprouting in the mathom room since. Yesterday, one of the types revealed itself: tulips. For some reason, having tulips growing in the room upstairs dissonates my cognitive.

In other vegetative news, my lilac bush is covered in what look to be eventual flower spikes. This is tremendously, tremendously cool. I planted it last year, and it produced one flower spike. So I tinkered with the soil in the hopes that it would get happier and be more flowery, and wow, it looks like that and the year to get settled worked.

teinedreugan and I went out looking for the shop that we'd been told might exist and be able to sell me some clay loam. <Arlo Guthrie>We didn't find one.</Arlo> Then we went up to Lechmere to buy me shoes. Still haven't restored the style I really like, but the ones they had are better than the ugly blocky things I've got which are falling apart (hence the shoeing expotition). Then we went to the little Egypti-kitsch shop there, and afterwards to Borders, which is always dangerous. Did not buy some Aristotle for brooksmoses, mostly because they didn't have the text I wanted in the edition I wanted to get. (Dear, could confirm please which text you were looking for so I can look for it more coherently? Though I nearly got you the Metaphysics because it was there.) Got book on roles of women in ancient Egypt, fairly recent scholarship thus potentially acceptable. Saw very strange buildings being built on MIT campus. Must find pictures, show to keeps. Very conceptual.

Have to finish getting organised on the play by e-mail game I'm intending to run. I have frighteningly enthusiastic players. (oneironaut and annwyd particularly, but also lstone and erispope, and brooksmoses came over to the gamer side of the Force with 13K of character background.)

Gaming tomorrow, Semtek. Much pounding on things anticipated. Must remember to bring the Crüxshadows CD with Seraphs on.

Have vaguely sociopolitical thoughts about marriage, but they're not coming out coherently at the moment. Asterisk inserted.

teinedreugan just wandered in and said, "This cat brought to you by the letters L and J." This required explanation; apparently Lennon's lying in the usual contortionistic poses again.

No mood for scattered. No worries.

I have ranted before about my boundless hatred for my washing machine, so I won't repeat myself. (Though, oddly enough, when I found the URL for that old entry I was reminded to feed teinedreugan's banana peel to my roses.)

Which reminds me! My lilac has buds! I don't think I'd mentioned. I wonder if it'll flower more this year than it did last. And I should consider getting more chipped stone to mulch around it anyway, and maybe add lime at some point. Need to get out and weeding.

Spent much of this evening poking and prodding at various websites comparing plants and prices for my meditation garden. (Originally typed 'medication garden'.) I think I'm settled on this and this for the lilies, with one or two of these in the bog plants section, nestled among these.

I am possessed of a strange urge to reread Pratchett's Jingo and a strange fear of doing so, because it's too, too true, right down to Lord Rustfeld.

Though I'm feeling pretty good; there was someone on one of the boards I read getting really worked up about some BDSM stuff that a friend was engaged in, and I seem to have given a handle on BDSM stuff in general and addressed his concerns some with the friend in specific. This feels a bit like a mitzvah, to have managed to build a conceptual bridge for someone. I spend so much time thrashing around on the edges of comprehension and despairing that helping someone else connect thoughts gives me tremendous satisfaction.

309 words today. Not much, but better than nothing.