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So we've set up something of a mini weather station here, for mostly KJ and my amusement. This includes a rain gauge.
The other day I went out onto the white stuff to check the content.
The white stuff was very creepy. I did not go through it. The ground creaked ominously as I walked across it, instead. I walked carefully, hoping not to fall.
My first thought, "I'm leaving no tracks."
My second thought, "Ha! I wonder if![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
thewronghands could read this spoor!"
The other day I went out onto the white stuff to check the content.
The white stuff was very creepy. I did not go through it. The ground creaked ominously as I walked across it, instead. I walked carefully, hoping not to fall.
My first thought, "I'm leaving no tracks."
My second thought, "Ha! I wonder if
thewronghands could read this spoor!"
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While sorting beads and related supplies into drawers, I have labelled one of said drawers "string or nothing".
I have also, upon labelling a drawer "pearls", spent some time contemplating that I do not think I can find a way of labelling a drawer "swine".
I have also, upon labelling a drawer "pearls", spent some time contemplating that I do not think I can find a way of labelling a drawer "swine".
Winkelwagentjestheologie!
Winkelwagentjestheologie!
Winkelwagentjestheologie!
Winkelwagentjestheologie!
Winkelwagentjestheologie!
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So since I'm stuck sitting under the baby at the moment I am screwing around with astrology again. calpatine summarised my sun/moon/ascendant as "LET'S GO CHANGE THE WORLD TOGETHER wait plan? what do you mean plan? THAT'S A SECRET".
I swapped that a little to "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT MY BRILLIANT LACK OF PLAN TO CHANGE THE WORLD".
Then I added Mercury to get "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT MY BRILLIANT LACK OF PLAN TO CHANGE THE WORLD IN PEDANTIC DETAIL."
If I keep going to include all the classical planets I wind up with "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT MY BRILLIANT, SENSITIVE, ARTSY, DILETTANTEISH LACK OF PLAN TO CHANGE THE WORLD TO MATCH UNREASONABLY HIGH STANDARDS IN PEDANTIC DETAIL."
... not inaccurate.
calpatine summarised my sun/moon/ascendant as "LET'S GO CHANGE THE WORLD TOGETHER wait plan? what do you mean plan? THAT'S A SECRET".I swapped that a little to "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT MY BRILLIANT LACK OF PLAN TO CHANGE THE WORLD".
Then I added Mercury to get "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT MY BRILLIANT LACK OF PLAN TO CHANGE THE WORLD IN PEDANTIC DETAIL."
If I keep going to include all the classical planets I wind up with "I'M NOT TELLING YOU ABOUT MY BRILLIANT, SENSITIVE, ARTSY, DILETTANTEISH LACK OF PLAN TO CHANGE THE WORLD TO MATCH UNREASONABLY HIGH STANDARDS IN PEDANTIC DETAIL."
... not inaccurate.
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Probably in one of the better possible ways.
Soardaniel mentioned to me about one of the latest "OMG women are getting cooties in my fandom" explosions, and Scalzi commented on it today, and now I'm pondering that some time in the future I might actually go to cons where cosplay happens once more. (I mean, it's been an age since I visited erispope and we used to do Dragon*Con.)
And so, in honor of all the misogynistic twitbrains who are deeply disturbed by those sexy sexy womens in their revealing costumes, I have a desire ...
... to cosplay a topless woman who wears a lot of jewelry.
By which I mean...
Pyanfar Chanur.
LOOK OUT FOR THE CATGIRLS.
(Note to self addendum: Boneclaw Mother.)
So
ardaniel mentioned to me about one of the latest "OMG women are getting cooties in my fandom" explosions, and Scalzi commented on it today, and now I'm pondering that some time in the future I might actually go to cons where cosplay happens once more. (I mean, it's been an age since I visited erispope and we used to do Dragon*Con.)And so, in honor of all the misogynistic twitbrains who are deeply disturbed by those sexy sexy womens in their revealing costumes, I have a desire ...
... to cosplay a topless woman who wears a lot of jewelry.
By which I mean...
Pyanfar Chanur.
LOOK OUT FOR THE CATGIRLS.
(Note to self addendum: Boneclaw Mother.)
The mysterious lightswitch in my bedroom that I could not figure out what does controlled the light over the sink.
In the kitchen.
Explanations for why on earth anyone would wire a house this way are encouraged. Plausibility is not required, because duh.
In the kitchen.
Explanations for why on earth anyone would wire a house this way are encouraged. Plausibility is not required, because duh.
We upped my meds and I feel sooo muuuuch better. Wheeeeeeeeee.
Meanwhile, the doc had a look at the "mole" that developed on my breast and said it didn't look like a mole, it looked like a bit of nipple tissue growing in a weird location. And that this is normal. This is the point at which I shrugged and said "Must be all that practicing witchcraft."
Meanwhile, the doc had a look at the "mole" that developed on my breast and said it didn't look like a mole, it looked like a bit of nipple tissue growing in a weird location. And that this is normal. This is the point at which I shrugged and said "Must be all that practicing witchcraft."
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morningwolfe: "Your cheatin' heart, is gonna bleed, 'cause you don't followwwww, the Wiccan Reeeeeede..."
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Favorite search term for someone finding ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
peaceawakenings:
"words that rhyme with this god im talking about"
peaceawakenings:"words that rhyme with this god im talking about"
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"Consider a frictionless angel falling from heaven...."
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"Zombie attack sex."
"Zombie attack sex! They're coming to eat your ... uh ... okay."
"Zombie attack sex! They're coming to eat your ... uh ... okay."
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"It would have been nice to do something for our wedding anniversary other than shop for clothes for ritual sex magic but, well, we gotta be us."
"We went to the chiropractor!"
"We went to the chiropractor!"
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She gives every impression of being a proper and very precise lady. The sharp lines of the clerical collar on her blood-red shirt are softened just enough by the tumbling cascade of her black curls to render her approachable, while the sharply owlish kohl-lined looks she directs through her feather-tipped lorgnette demand accountability and correct posture. When she turns her head, revealing her sharply aquiline profile, one might catch a glimpse of golden hoop ankh earrings, or perhaps a smile whose canine teeth are a tiny bit too pointed for comfort.
Her broad, muscular shoulders are of course decorously covered with a black lace shawl, and her black corset defines a shape that practically anticipates the presence of the hilt of the bodice dagger tucked against her chest. Her black opera gloves do not appear to interfere with the dexterity of her fingers in the slightest, whether they are concerned with the precise angle of her glasses, locating the specific page in her current black-bound book of interest, or removing the stopper from her bourbon flask.
Her jewel-scaled, broad hips narrow smoothly into a long, muscular tail, mostly black, with threads of scarlet and golden scales peppering through it like bloody gems and tiny, hopeful lanterns strewn across the night. She seats herself on her coils as if that is the only correct thing to do under any circumstances, and does so with such decorum that it is faintly embarassing to be afflicted with legs when in her company.
Her broad, muscular shoulders are of course decorously covered with a black lace shawl, and her black corset defines a shape that practically anticipates the presence of the hilt of the bodice dagger tucked against her chest. Her black opera gloves do not appear to interfere with the dexterity of her fingers in the slightest, whether they are concerned with the precise angle of her glasses, locating the specific page in her current black-bound book of interest, or removing the stopper from her bourbon flask.
Her jewel-scaled, broad hips narrow smoothly into a long, muscular tail, mostly black, with threads of scarlet and golden scales peppering through it like bloody gems and tiny, hopeful lanterns strewn across the night. She seats herself on her coils as if that is the only correct thing to do under any circumstances, and does so with such decorum that it is faintly embarassing to be afflicted with legs when in her company.
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Working on unpacking stuff into the kitchen.
This is rendered slightly more complicated by the fact that I know where to put half of a box's contents, leaving me a large pile of partially filled boxes to sort through and put away.
But in any case, I just achieved an empty box.
The back of my brain started singing "An Empty Box" to the tune of the "An Empty Tomb" sequence fromjenett's Passion setting.
This is rendered slightly more complicated by the fact that I know where to put half of a box's contents, leaving me a large pile of partially filled boxes to sort through and put away.
But in any case, I just achieved an empty box.
The back of my brain started singing "An Empty Box" to the tune of the "An Empty Tomb" sequence from
jenett's Passion setting.Last night we packed up a bunch of stuff and went over to new new house to basically camp out. There's a fridge there now and we have mattresses in three bedrooms, which is a good minimum requirement; we got food and a couple of bundles of fireplace wood so artan_eter could set things on fire and headed over.
artan_eter and teinedreugan had already (using artan_eter's father's truck) moved a couple of loads to the new place with the assistance of paladin_of_gaia. whispercricket and I followed when there were sufficient clean diapers to survive an overnight.
KJ thought the whole thing was fantastic, did a lot of rampaging around, studied the fire ("Nice fire!" and also "Too hot!"), and refused to go to bed because it was all too exciting. While these dramas played out, we became aware of, in the distance:
Beep.
( And therein is the tale. )
artan_eter could set things on fire and headed over.artan_eter and teinedreugan had already (using artan_eter's father's truck) moved a couple of loads to the new place with the assistance of paladin_of_gaia. whispercricket and I followed when there were sufficient clean diapers to survive an overnight.KJ thought the whole thing was fantastic, did a lot of rampaging around, studied the fire ("Nice fire!" and also "Too hot!"), and refused to go to bed because it was all too exciting. While these dramas played out, we became aware of, in the distance:
Beep.
( And therein is the tale. )
whispercricket: "My car is a wonderland."Me: "It is full of buttons!"
whispercricket: "And if she pushes the right one, it LIGHTS UP and there is MUSIC, and if she twiddles the little knob it DOES THINGS."So apparently KJ climbed into
whispercricket's car, turned it on, turned on the radio, found a station playing Van Halen, cranked up the volume, and rocked out.My kid!
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