Fun with Energy

"Bruising reality" is actually fun to do on a small scale with finesse; done like that, reality doesn't mind so much, and no one gets headaches. Figment strobes too much to be settling to watch shielded; we finally figured out that he's AC, and swaps polarity with his heartbeat or a little faster. I'm AC too, but I swap polarity when I breathe.

I love this sort of play and exploration. I really do dreadfully miss playing with my preferred partner.

Link Soup & Randomness

A birth control rant by wicked_wish, at 6 pages of comments currently. Contains copious, bolded use of the F-word.

Rant on Frienditto and why no one should be using this. If anyone on my friends-list has signed up for this service, please let me know.

Saturday, I probably won't be in pretty much all day: first, I have work; second, I have a housewarming party to attend after work.

amberfox: a proper cubicle needs a small stuffed penguin of some sort, scissors, a caffeine stash, a calendar suitable for writing/stabbing, and materials with which to look either very productive or at least very busy. The friendslist in general: what else is essential for a cubicle?

Randomly: I like it when hot and powerful geekboys who I admire tell me I'm beautiful.

When I was perhaps ten, and swallowtayle was using the little wooden tabletop loom, and I wanted to weave too because it looked cool, I took some Constructs and built my own little plastic loom. I'm not sure where the bookmark I made wound up. It may have gotten lost in the shuffle. I was very proud of myself.

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Almost bedtime, and the panic sets in. Where do I go? How do I escape? I'm alone here, and I don't know how to get the human contact I've been craving. I talked with amberfox. I talked with Aunt-Fayoumis. It's too late to call Darkside. It's too early to call Figment, and we'll both have to be up early tomorrow morning. It's too late to try going out.

It's limbo.

Where are whose wings?

On Wednesday, I wore wings to the plasma place.
Today, when I was there again, I didn't have any wings on.

One of the managers there, one of the ones who thinks I'm a sweet kid and calls me by name when he sees me, asked me where they were.

Hee.
Butterflies gotta go shopping sometime...