In case the "Lunatic disappears into bathroom and does not emerge for an hour" was not clue enough, the hot water is back, however flakily. It transpires that it was not fully back in time for the redhead's shower a half-hour earlier. >.< At least my foot feels a little better. All yesterday it was feeling scrunked up -- cramped and nasty. Today it felt worse, and I was limping despite making the time to walk to work. I got it soaked, so it's not in immediate screaming agony, and some ibuprofen and I will be going to bed shortly.

The apartment was entered earlier for some kind of "water emergency" -- they were inspecting the bath tap. What for, besides emergency, I'm not sure. The sheet informing us of this was torn off a full page and left on the toaster, so I am guessing that it was not just us who they barged in upon.

I was tidying the kitchen a bit, and spotted the half-full plastic jar of blue glass pebbles. They were wet, so I couldn't well put them in my bag of shinies, and anyway, the area about here needed a bit of shining up. So I charged them with the awareness that magic is real and just around the corner if you know how to touch it, and distributed them among the gravel "lawn" that the apartment complex has.

There are plenty of kids who are going to be exploring around and picking up and poking rocks, and there's very little that's more cool than picking up a pretty shiny that can be all yours. I have a number of little treasures poked away back in Alaska.

I saw a little gecko chillin' on a window security screen while I was scattering my shiny bits of glass about. Yay gecko.

My latest personal development/artistic project is an attempt to learn to sing "Aka to Kuro".

( Lyrics, transliterated layered with translated )

Learning to sing this is not such a futile pursuit as one might imagine, given that I do not know enough Japanese to get myself out of trouble. If I listen to the music and can read along with the Romaji, and can learn to sing the syllables, I'm there. I'd probably do better with sheet music, because then I can read the notes as well as the lyrics, but I'll eventually get it.

I have taken to using random lyrics from all sorts of things as post subjects. Somehow they manage to fit in some sort of bizarre and surreal way.

Entertainment Yes, this happened at work.

Put small inexplicable objects around the workplace. When they are mentioned in your presence, give different odd explanations.

Via metaphorge: U2 impersonators in random rooftop concert.

"Dear Diary" -- Snape/Tonks.

Dork Tower: Absolut Sith

Via outofambit: John M. Ford on lightsabre safety

Warchalking meets glamourbombing in one of those late-night flashes of wacked inspiration.

fishberryjam commented in response to my definition of "warchalking", I'd never thought about the anonymous glamourbombing possibilities presented by poorly secured computers on open wireless networks.

Okay, for everybody who I just lost... Wireless networking of computers is getting popular, and not everybody knows how to set up security on their wireless networks to make sure that someone just walking by with a wireless-enabled laptop can't just hook up to the network. So, a lot of people have networks that you can hook into just by walking up with a wireless-enabled laptop. Some of those same people don't know how to set up security on their computers so people can't just waltz in and poke through their computers, without even being in the same room.

If you've got the tools and the skills, you can leave magical messages and images in the unprotected computers of people with wireless networking.

*evil laughter*