Woo.

Roommate's home from a nasty day in the trenches. The bugbite on Nephew's leg is a spider bite: nothing life-threatening, but we have to make sure he doesn't get dehydrated, and hope it doesn't scar.

Doing laundry, finally. Votania's crashing. I just ate three of the half-apricots from the jar of apricots, sugar, and vodka in the refrigerator. Mmmm, yummy; and nice buzz, too.

Linked remotely with my Evil half face-on rather than side-to-side as is the norm. Somehow we're getting our bodies confused with each other. Bright white linklight. Gods, I love him...

Note to self:

Going to retrieve laundry while still goofed-up from the effects of the one and a half vodka/sugar soaked apricots is perhaps an idea that is sub-wise.

Populating friends filter

Various entries have made me discover the need for a BDSM-specific friends filter for some of my entries. Anyone who'd like to be in that group, leave a comment. Two of you I already have in there, but anybody else?

Mmm.

My friends just know I'm too predicatable. I was making happy noises about 20th level necromancers, and Marx called me on exactly who this was.

Computer Crashage

Votania has hypothesized that one of the reasons behind Enki crashing so often and so fast is that he's on almost all day every day, being the server, and overheats. Consequently, I have moved my large bedroom-cooling fan to a place of honour behind the computer desk. The cabinet door is left open, so there's a decent breeze flowing through.

The one issue that I can see at the moment is that the fan is an old dying POS that's noisy as fuck, and makes uncomfortable sounds reminiscent of bad bearings.

LochJournal

...is no longer working for me, sad to say. On too many of the posts, it locks up and doesn't post. Maybe that's just a problem with LJ lately, but I hadn't half the trouble with the official client.

Time to return...

I love my sister votania

That is all.

I so hear you.

http://www.livejournal.com/talkpost.bml?journal=rainstorm13&itemid=78177

House = home

Vacuumed, went to the store to get super glue to construct my new divination poker chips. Returned with a wazoo of things to drink (I'm worried, subconsciously, about the water situation in Phoenix and it shows) and a pair of maps (world and US) and a little cast-iron hibachi (just great for those outdoor rituals) plus milk and ice-cream. And dental floss.

Put up the maps on the wall. Nephew is heartily enjoying them, and plotting trips to South Africa and Kiev. Then he settled on California as an ideal place to go to. Speaking of California, I need to query Aunt-Fayoumis to see if ralmathon can come with us, if she's doing a road trip.

Future Plans

They always do seem to get screwed up, don't they?

All, really, that anyone can do is start going through with them anyway, planning for contingencies like mad, especially with the "no one gets hurt" variety plans. My combat MP are probably lower than I'd want them to be. To achieve peace, first prepare for war?*

*Not me. Some dead character, probably Chinese, probably the one who's overquoted by MNVK.

I have plans for my future. I want to settle down and get married, build a household, finish my novel, work happily, probably have a kid somewhere in there. American Dream, eh?

I refuse to allow ominous portents to shake me from my goal. I will, however, keep alert and armed...

GUDS

...Added the Tarot to my Generic Universal Divination System, or at least the numbers 0-21, and P, Kn, Q, and K. I figure you can toss for the suit or Major with some of the other things.

Happy loony...

...and tired. Must sleep before school tomorrow.

Hope everyone does all right. This weekend was interesting.

I'm contemplating the prospect of brandied peaches.