Oi.

So I'm in the shower and I've been reading a trashy romance novel off the "this is cluttering up your shelves" queue, and it's all set in Texas and stuff, and then an Alaskan Romance Novel bites me, nearly full-plotted. So I scrub up, come out, and start outlining.

Those thin little romance novels are only about 200 pages long, you know. Hmm.

Kicks in the arse to keep with the hisstorical fic are vastly appreciated too.

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Perhaps a double shift on two nights running of 4 hour sleep is not the best plan, but here I am.

Double shift

There is a virtual pair of shorts in the computer that developed a disk read error. I consulted with Turbo before attempting to pull a BVD Drive joke, because he said that while he's down with pranks, he needs to know about them. Of course, this rather cramps one's style when one has to OK one's pranks with the person who will be the recipient of said pranks.

But I asked anyway. "If I were to be pulling a random weird prank..."
"Don't!!! ...I remember your first prank on me."
"But that wasn't even on you!"
"Exactly."

So instead of an actual pair of Batman boxers in the random machine with the persistent disk read error, there is a piece of paper with an efw-style drawing of a pair of polka-dotted boxers and a description of the prank that would have been if he'd cleared it.

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Did I mention that Turbo was still here? The geeks were gone by the time I got in with the treats, but when the remote login failed authentication, Turbo came back. And then there were the run-time errors all over the building that demanded personal adjustment. He came back in by 8am and was here until 6pm. Poor guy.

More Notes from 10/8

http://azurelunatic.livejournal.com/5251454.html