It's a Saturday! Belovedest had a video chat scheduled with the siblings and parents, but since neither of us realized that it was a clicky-linky call rather than an alert-my-device call, we were an hour late. Oops. I put on lipstick for the occasion of the call, because all but the most subtle lighting washes out my face and you just see a blur of hair, some eyes, and depending on the angle a nostril or two. It was good to chat with more people. Maybe Mama has good enough internet to video chat?

Some of the aunts and uncles are greatly missed on the video chat, but also sufficiently non-technical that it recently took Bop doing a Facetime with one uncle to get some setting or other on something unfucked. (The uncle in question turned the phone around to have the front camera see the thing, and did not seem aware of the camera-switching option.)

At one point Pops came back with a glassful of something. He allowed as how it was in fact an adult beverage. At this point two out of four siblings and I hopped out of frame to get our own adult beverages. It turns out that Triple Sec and strawberry-kiwi Snapple are an okay combination.

I'd bleached my hair again, seeing Belovedest's hair in progress, and yesterday I put the dye on finally. (We kept having shower schedules that meant I'd be going to bed with wet dye on my head, and that just doesn't do. Or else I was too tired.) So I have ink-slick-purple blue hair today, which didn't show up particularly on camera. I'm slightly reminded of the time back at Virtual Hammer where a teammate saw me in bright light for the first time in a while and noticed that I'd gone blue.

I did a bacon-and-veg roast, with ends rather than the usual. I'm thinking I will approach it differently with the other bag of ends. Probably render the bacon first, crisp it up a bit on a pan, and then do the veg in a reasonable quantity of the resulting grease. #neversatisfied

My current hobbyhorse is hats. I would like to design a 3d-printed skeleton to stabilize a threaded socket to put in the top of a skullcap (in this case). In the socket goes a pole; on the pole goes one of those bike lights with laser demarcation for personal space, as a warning to cars.

That jumped me off to plague doctor masks, and it would be very nice if one of those masks has, oh, I dunno, replaceable prescription lenses so that I could see while wearing one. (I have a loon hat, but not an actual plague doctor mask.)

That sent me on an unsatisfying journey for steampunk goggles and welding goggles and uncut prescription lenses.

But winding up on Ali Baba reminded me of why specifically I ordered the spiral hairpins (I ordered spiral hairpins and they came today) and that's my Ingray Aughskold cosplay. So now I'm gazing wistfully at page upon page of emerald green glass beads and seeing nothing that speaks directly to my mental image of these pins.

French hairpin, the kind with two widely spaced wavy legs, not a bobby pin.
Silver tone.
Either a rhinestone in a cup, or a cabochon, or slightly irregular but smooth bits of glass that's not quite perfectly transparent but is still extremely translucent. Probably not frosted texture though.

Anyway we're nearly out of the 10 pounds of milk chocolate chips that we have in the basement pantry, and now the spare strip of heavy felt from the anti-cat coating on alexseanchai's door has been stapled to the bottom of the basement door, to deter lady-on-lady interactions via underneath the door.

I've been working my way through the Oglaf archive, with inspection on so I can take in both the alt text and the title, which are different and both relevant. Extremely NSFW (sex and gore, more sex than gore, concurrent and consecutive) but very much to my weird taste in humor.