Mini-updates
Work sucks. Thursday was insane. I was off at eleven but stayed to help close. For a hour and 45 minutes. Friday, not so bad. Fried a lot.
Mastered the art of the dhoti. At least one wrap, anyway. 59 to go. Turns out it was one of those "Duh!" things. End result: very... well, pantlike I guess. I'll take a picture.
Hung out at Knittel's. He wasn't completely trashed and seems to have developed a modicum of self respect! Spent about an hour huddled around a fire out back. People. Nice. Talked about books.
Zubbles have still yet to be released. Am growing impatient. I want my colored bubbles dammit. Holly agreed to sewing me a kurta. Thinking... blue. Need better/more garb. Weapons will have to wait a while. Stupid headwound.
Read nine or ten books in the last two weeks. Flinx. Glad Alan Dean Foster went back to Midworld. Some of his plots aren't so great, but his worlds can be amazing. Being a details guy, I can dig that. Finally tried to read Lord of the Flies. Turns out I don't have it. Gnutella turns up five other summaries, any/all of which may be the same as the one I already have. What the hell? You'd think someone would have scanned Lord of the Flies by now...
Last week I took 12mg of Mel to sleep. Was way to much. After a point seems it just makes the dreams weirder. Gave a piggyback ride to a bug eating mutant baby that lived in a pool. I think we were friends. Maybe it was using it's mind control powers to make me like it.
Haven't abandoned the flute/sword. Need smaller file. Or... our drill bits. File at this point would better. Hard time figuring out how emboucher is supposed to be shaped (elliptical?) but the science is pretty straight forward. Just like blowing over a glass bottle. No I will not attempt to tune such a thing.
I'm going to bed now. Is too late already. Promised Holly!
Mastered the art of the dhoti. At least one wrap, anyway. 59 to go. Turns out it was one of those "Duh!" things. End result: very... well, pantlike I guess. I'll take a picture.
Hung out at Knittel's. He wasn't completely trashed and seems to have developed a modicum of self respect! Spent about an hour huddled around a fire out back. People. Nice. Talked about books.
Zubbles have still yet to be released. Am growing impatient. I want my colored bubbles dammit. Holly agreed to sewing me a kurta. Thinking... blue. Need better/more garb. Weapons will have to wait a while. Stupid headwound.
Read nine or ten books in the last two weeks. Flinx. Glad Alan Dean Foster went back to Midworld. Some of his plots aren't so great, but his worlds can be amazing. Being a details guy, I can dig that. Finally tried to read Lord of the Flies. Turns out I don't have it. Gnutella turns up five other summaries, any/all of which may be the same as the one I already have. What the hell? You'd think someone would have scanned Lord of the Flies by now...
Last week I took 12mg of Mel to sleep. Was way to much. After a point seems it just makes the dreams weirder. Gave a piggyback ride to a bug eating mutant baby that lived in a pool. I think we were friends. Maybe it was using it's mind control powers to make me like it.
Haven't abandoned the flute/sword. Need smaller file. Or... our drill bits. File at this point would better. Hard time figuring out how emboucher is supposed to be shaped (elliptical?) but the science is pretty straight forward. Just like blowing over a glass bottle. No I will not attempt to tune such a thing.
I'm going to bed now. Is too late already. Promised Holly!