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greygirlbeast) wrote2011-04-13 01:24 pm
greygirlbeast) wrote2011-04-13 01:24 pm
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Rain, Rift, Movies, and a Special Guest (one low price – FREE)
Fuck all, it's raining. It's cold and rainy and Spooky has to walk to the garage to get the hopefully not broken anymore car. And I don't feel like blogging, and as I was getting out of bed (crack, pop, fuck, crack, pop, crunch, ow), Hubero rather perfectly described my "artistic process." So, thought I, a guest blogger! People do that shit all the time, right? Well, Jeff VanderMeer does, and he's pretty cool.
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All day Ma sits and taps at this thing. Don't know why she does it. She sits and taps at this thing all day long just tapping and tapping and tapping like it's supposed to mean something. She taps then she stops tapping and yells and then taps some more. She taps and yells and yells and checks the internets and taps. Sometimes she yells at my other Ma, and they yell at each other and then Ma gets quiet and stares at the glowing box before she taps some more. Tap tap tap tap tap. Then she goes to the litter box and comes back and taps. Then she yells and checks the internets and taps and punches the arm of her chair and yells and mutters and mumbles and takes her pills and can't find the book she needs so she yells more and I say fuck this noise and go find a place to sleep but I can STILL hear her tapping and tapping and yelling. Ma does this for hours and hours every single day. The other Ma mostly tells us not to eat STYRO-foam peanuts and dust bunnies and garlic skins but other other Ma taps all day long. Taps and yells. And stares. Lots of staring. Tapping and staring. And pacing and yelling and tapping. If she did less of this I could sleep in her chair which is nice because it smells like her butt.
Signed,
Hubero P. Wu
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Yeah, Well. Anyway. So, maybe cats aren't natural born bloggers.
Yesterday was a whole lot more of everything that happened on Monday. Which you can find out about by reading yesterday's entry, rather than me regurgitating the tedious catalog. Wanna be a writer? Learn to love the hell out of tedium. That's rule Number One. Today, with luck, I'm actually going to begin work on the short story I should have begun work on two days ago. Because being ahead of schedule is about to turn in to being behind schedule. Oh, and I packed boxes for the storage unit. And hung pictures that have been waiting two and a half years to be hung.
Please have a look at the Totally Unique Never-To-Be-Repeated Keyboard Auction. Thanks.
Also, don't forget the Question @ Hand, the best replies to which will appear in Sirenia Digest #65.
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Last night we watched Julian Schnabel's Basquiat (1996), which I can't believe I'd never seen. But I hadn't. If I had only one word? Poignant. In almost all senses of the word. Bowie's portrayal of Andy Warhol is especially marvelous. Afterwards, we watched Grant Harvey's Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004), which I enjoyed quite a bit more than the first time I saw it. I fear, the first time, I was too weighed down by expectation. Regardless, second time around, I mostly just had fun with the violence and werewolves and sexy. Yeah, a weird as hell double feature. I know.
Later, we played Rift. I decided, finally, that my Kelari mage, Selwyn (necromancer, warlock, pyromancer), will be my main. Spooky played as her Kelari cleric, Miisya (using her druid soul). We were out in Stonefield with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stsisyphus's Kelari rogue, Celinn. Which was wicked fun, but Celinn needs a horsey. Or a vaiyuu. Either one. We may take up a collection, because, let me tell you, kittens, all that running across the plains of Rohan shit gets old fast. Selwyn made Level 22. Also, we need a fucking tank.
We read more of Markus Zusak's The Book Thief
And that was yesterday. Whoopee.
Slogging Onward,
Aunt Beast
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All day Ma sits and taps at this thing. Don't know why she does it. She sits and taps at this thing all day long just tapping and tapping and tapping like it's supposed to mean something. She taps then she stops tapping and yells and then taps some more. She taps and yells and yells and checks the internets and taps. Sometimes she yells at my other Ma, and they yell at each other and then Ma gets quiet and stares at the glowing box before she taps some more. Tap tap tap tap tap. Then she goes to the litter box and comes back and taps. Then she yells and checks the internets and taps and punches the arm of her chair and yells and mutters and mumbles and takes her pills and can't find the book she needs so she yells more and I say fuck this noise and go find a place to sleep but I can STILL hear her tapping and tapping and yelling. Ma does this for hours and hours every single day. The other Ma mostly tells us not to eat STYRO-foam peanuts and dust bunnies and garlic skins but other other Ma taps all day long. Taps and yells. And stares. Lots of staring. Tapping and staring. And pacing and yelling and tapping. If she did less of this I could sleep in her chair which is nice because it smells like her butt.
Signed,
Hubero P. Wu
---
Yeah, Well. Anyway. So, maybe cats aren't natural born bloggers.
Yesterday was a whole lot more of everything that happened on Monday. Which you can find out about by reading yesterday's entry, rather than me regurgitating the tedious catalog. Wanna be a writer? Learn to love the hell out of tedium. That's rule Number One. Today, with luck, I'm actually going to begin work on the short story I should have begun work on two days ago. Because being ahead of schedule is about to turn in to being behind schedule. Oh, and I packed boxes for the storage unit. And hung pictures that have been waiting two and a half years to be hung.
Please have a look at the Totally Unique Never-To-Be-Repeated Keyboard Auction. Thanks.
Also, don't forget the Question @ Hand, the best replies to which will appear in Sirenia Digest #65.
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Last night we watched Julian Schnabel's Basquiat (1996), which I can't believe I'd never seen. But I hadn't. If I had only one word? Poignant. In almost all senses of the word. Bowie's portrayal of Andy Warhol is especially marvelous. Afterwards, we watched Grant Harvey's Ginger Snaps Back: The Beginning (2004), which I enjoyed quite a bit more than the first time I saw it. I fear, the first time, I was too weighed down by expectation. Regardless, second time around, I mostly just had fun with the violence and werewolves and sexy. Yeah, a weird as hell double feature. I know.
Later, we played Rift. I decided, finally, that my Kelari mage, Selwyn (necromancer, warlock, pyromancer), will be my main. Spooky played as her Kelari cleric, Miisya (using her druid soul). We were out in Stonefield with
stsisyphus's Kelari rogue, Celinn. Which was wicked fun, but Celinn needs a horsey. Or a vaiyuu. Either one. We may take up a collection, because, let me tell you, kittens, all that running across the plains of Rohan shit gets old fast. Selwyn made Level 22. Also, we need a fucking tank.We read more of Markus Zusak's The Book Thief
And that was yesterday. Whoopee.
Slogging Onward,
Aunt Beast
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Has he been asked the question?
Yeah, but he just looked at me funny.
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Hell of an adorable photo, though.
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Hell of an adorable photo, though.
I think he was looking for the "H" key.
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Nonsense! Hubero needs his own book deal, true.
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He certainly thinks so...
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Gods, I would gladly pass the torch.
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I don't even want to contemplate that...
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I could grab one, but it would cut my cash in half. Not that I'm really using it for much of anything, but there you have it. Incidentally, next time Celinn is somewhere she can craft, I'll work up you two some chaps for mounting.
... okay that was unintentionally naughty and I'm gonna leave it that way.
Also, we need a fucking tank.
Hey I do great at keeping the aggro off of you two...until I die. Messily. Frequently.
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I could grab one, but it would cut my cash in half. Not that I'm really using it for much of anything, but there you have it.
Get. A. Horse. The money is useless, unless you spend it, and pretty easy to make back. I made two platinum last night. If we can't travel fast, we have a lot of trouble reaching rifts in time.
... okay that was unintentionally naughty and I'm gonna leave it that way.
Naughty, that's okay. If you have a mount.
next time Celinn is somewhere she can craft, I'll work up you two some chaps for mounting.
Thank you! But get a horse. Or a vaiyuu (Selwyn has one of each).
Messily. Frequently.
Which is why we need a tank. A big-ass Bahmi tank.
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Yes'M, Aunt Beast.
Or a vaiyuu...
I think Celinn will go for this, since I don't think she likes horses.
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I think Celinn will go for this, since I don't think she likes horses.
I'm very fond of the vaiyuu.
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I just got a better helm and a good shield. I had been using a staff, since we were both questing as clerics a few nights ago, so not as much armor.
And once we get to wherever the next planar armor vendor is, I'll be even better for taking the bashing.
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Me, too!
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Hubero has Two Moms.
This is the title of the YA novel you must write.
You're welcome.
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