John picked up the phone and dialed into Fandom. He'd missed out on Parents Weekend, he knew, but he could ask her how things were.

And if she was visited by a giant piece of ambulatory coral or a jellyfish or something.

A whole weekend with AnnieMony. And shopping, swimsuits, HOA wrongness, and just....foooood!

[This is the stuff that's worksafe, yo.]
[ Friday, Saturday morning, Saturday HOA wrongness, Saturday Night Goth Club dancing, Sunday morning brunch and eventual goodbyes.]

John arrived at the meeting place and turned off the bike. He hoped Anemone wouldn't mind riding shotgun behind him, as the sidecar was full of surveying equipment, used cameras, and bits and pieces of clockworks and Erector sets and junk metal.

He had A Plan.

Monday. Stupid meeting at Godawful:Early o'clock. John managed to not blurt out "BECAUSE IT WILL KILL US ALL YOU STUPID NO-BRAIN HALF-TALENT ASSCLOWN" every time the multiple redundancies were questioned on the project. Down side was that he'd have to trim his nails before the next meeting as his clenched fists drove his fingernails into the skin ( Read more... )

It had been an eventful week. First, the leaving. The long drive that was all of about half an hour, maybe more. Then, straightening up the house, dusting everything, checking the garage (nice Suburban that needed some work), and the bomb shelter weapons stockpile root cellar slash tornado hidey hole ( Read more... )

I am due to be leaving for Ohio within the hour for a wedding. Not sure when I'll be back. Prognosis is Sunday Eve, as wedding is Sunday Noon. Will pick up threads on SP when I return.

John had gotten pissed about what happened in class today, Naomi's hands. So he did kata for hours in the room, and outside, and broke out the laptop to hack into the network to try to look up the bylaws and regulations for the school and school board ( Read more... )

John was outside enjoying the weather. No, really.

Okay, fine, he was practicing his Tai Chi, fluidly moving from one form to another. He branched out after the first series, incorporating moves from judo, krav maga, and other martial arts to craft sort of a dance amid the trees.

John finally took a break from his online poker. No, really. He'd cleaned up, but he kept getting hit on the whole time.

Next time? Not choosing a screen name like "timeandtimeagain".

John had discovered the joy of online poker, and was currently winning a fair amount, using the account of a banker in northwest Illinois. Who didn't know that his account was easily hacked because his password was 'Money' like an idiot.

Texas Hold 'Em was fun. More fun when it wasn't his money.