Eventful Evening

Figment came over so someone would be conscious while the repair party arrived. The repair party never did arrive, but he successfully constructed the shelf that was giving me so much trouble. I got a much-needed nap. We went out on a shopping expedition, then went over to his place to sort through the mail that had started to eat his living room.

He's not much for remembering routine tasks at this point. He went through mail, and I sorted mail by rough category: Definitely an Ad, magazine, possibly junk mail, and possibly real mail. Then he went through mail and I attacked his kitchen floor. It wasn't the worst part of things, but it was the most visible, and the kitchen looked hella better after the floor was mopped and the kitchen rug was washed. It's the little things, and he's been letting the little things slide. (This is why he's got all of us looking after him.) He went through mail and we listened to the Tom Lehrer album with "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park", among other gems.

Weird stuff ensued, much like some very weird LARP events that had happened with trystan_laryssa's character and his character, except this was ... not characters. Then he asked what everybody thought of what-all was going on, and we had to ask Naomi, who was actually in her room in tears. She was upset over the usual misunderstandings that happen when an eighteen-year-old is involved, but she wound up coming out to talk to Figment and get to know him a little better.

They wound up talking for a couple hours, or that's what it felt like. She's decided that she likes him. Furthermore, she was able to articulate why Figment and Darkside need to meet fast: Darkside needs to go as fast as possible from being jealous of Figment to getting to know Figment and realizing that Figment is actually not a threat to him. If Darkside is left both liking Figment and thinking that Figment has a chance at my whole heart, things do not bode well at all, for Darkside is both a scaredy-cat and a gentleman. ( More details on the cunning plans. )

Dreams

Dreamed about being part of a fire squad, and going into a library, and getting a fire emergency call that was some genetically engineered cross between killer bees and butterbugs and piskies (the type that probably catch on fire), and having to clear the whole place out. There was a Q around, one who was trying to distract me from my mission by stopping time to get it on with me. I made it very clear to him that even though he could stop time, now was neither the time nor the place for him to get busy with me, and he wasn't a bondmate to boot.

There was stuff with driving around on complicated roads trying to find the right place, and that was weird.

Figment was in the dream. I'm not sure if it was actually him or a construct of my mind representing him. (I'm so very glad that Naomi's getting along with him now. She's really quiet when she comes out around strangers. She's really quiet in general, except when she's hyper. She wasn't hyper this time. I am wondering if everyone's going to go triphasic on me. )

I was trying to give proof of age to get into this club. I was 29, evidently. It was similar to the place in a past dream that was cross between a bookstore and Purgatory, or something like that.

Another cornucopia of linkage: bad billboards, manners, and more!

Whether it's real or Photoshop, these two billboards don't belong together. Unless, of course, their proximity is the only thing that makes the first one tolerable.

Mind Your Manners -- as circumstances may require. These circumstances are Victorian, and do not involve pyrotechnics, though there may be some mild cattiness. (Via Da Bird, shywickedpixie, and more.)

A very comprehensive curse from 1525. Warning: may not be suitable for all audiences.

Buzz Bunny, and audience reaction to same. Warnings: incompletely censored extremely foul language (some of which is borrowed with credit from hardartist's "cursing friend" from Sexy Losers), flash (non-looping), and evil pop-ups (blocked by the good offices of Firefox). (Links available for uncensored version at the site.)

OMG BLINKING SHIT: jumping alternative mini-pictures to use instead of the <lj user="exampleusername"> tag. Available for user, community, and RSS feed. I like the RSS feed one best, though I'd slow it way down myself.

jdllama:

1. Are we friends?

2. Do you have a crush on me?

3. Would you kiss me?

4. ...with tongue?

5. Would you enjoy it?

6. Would you ever ask me out?

7. Would you make a move on me in a movie theater?

8. Would you hold me if I was crying?

9. Would you take care of me when I'm sick?

10. Do you want to tell me something that you couldn't before?

11. If I gave you my phone number, would you call me?

12. If you heard a rumor about me, would you defend me?

13. Do you talk about me?

14. Do you think I'm a good person?

15. Would you let me sleep with you?

16. Would you take me to a romantic walk on the beach and let me lay with you?

17. Do you think I'm hot?

18. would you do me?

19. do you wanna do me?

20. If you could change anything about me -would you?

21. Will you post this so I can fill it out for you?

( My obsolete skill (which I don't actually have) )

Joy to Construction

It's Friday, and there's been no sign of anything resembling cabinets or vertical blinds or fun with the dishwasher all day. Granted, I was out for a few hours in the afternoon, but I did grant permission for them to come in if I wasn't there, and there was nothing hanging on the door telling me that they'd missed me and could I please let them know when I'd be back ASAP so they could get this all fixed.

I've got to go to bed at a reasonable hour tonight, because I have work in the morning, but right now I am so very bored. I have accomplished basic shopping. I could theoretically keep unpacking and clean things, but I'm very much not motivated to do that. I need to wash laundry, but that could happen any time tonight, or possibly even tomorrow. There's no real rush.

Phoenix has hit with the heat, and I don't think the management has the cooling system active yet. *checks* No, no cooling yet. It's somewhere upwards of 75°F in here, and that's hot enough so that I'm getting the sort of headache that feels like an icepick in my brain.

Counterculture

http://fusionanomaly.net/
An interesting resource with information on all sorts of things interesting to the same set who think Discordianism is interesting.

Site with number to call for Phoenix sign questions

http://phoenix.gov/DEVPRO/signfaq.html
The nice people there may be able to help answer my questions on how to figure out where a billboard with a certain number (say, 4220) is located, to see if I can't witness in person the dreadful collision depicted here.