I remember, when LJ was still running out of a back room in San Francisco and I had a free account and it would go down for hours just as I'd done my homework for the night and I'd sit and fume that I couldn't pour my fourteen-year-old angst into it.

...I tell this story as evidence of how much things change, really. I have spent the evening not ( Read more... )

I am entirely unable to concentrate on anything, unsurprisingly. I like written contracts. I think the conditions wherein contracts ought to be written are very interesting indeed; as an example, for some reason, for a contract concerning maritime insurance to be valid, it must be in writing. Why this is, I do not know. However, I never will know, ( Read more... )

That Cat, having just run riot around the living room, settled herself down to take a big bite out of my golden-syrupped waffles. I picked her up by the middle - the kitten I could once scoop up in one hand now works quite well as a draught excluder - and put her in the kitchen, and closed the door ( Read more... )