On my way upstairs for the night (or, "up the wooden hill to Bedfordshire," as the Brits would have it) and I spot a small piece of landscape bark on the landing. I nudge it with my foot and realize my first impression was erroneous: it's too rounded to be bark, it's too dense, and I live with kobolds ( Read more... )

Yes, joy. For I now have my own cell phone. It's a smart phone. It's smarter than me. It's allowing me to post to LJ from my bed, something I've been trying unsuccessfully to figure out how to do on my own for quite some time now. In fact, Smartie here can do so much more than I ever could, I'm pretty sure I never have to leave my bed again. ( Read more... )