Quick note to ravensdaughter and lostsatyr, since I don't think we explicitly mentioned it before we left - tonight's game rocked. Tree and I'd been talking in the car this afternoon and wondering when some of the plot threads would start getting tied together ... and lo and behold, they did. Great timing. Thanks!

As of tonight or tomorrow, all of my various email addresses will be defunct; I'm currently in the process of scooping the last of the detritus of seven or eight years online off my old shell account before it goes away ( Read more... )

( SAGE results. )

So we're living in the third floor of my mom's house, right now: a place that hasn't actually been cleaned out since the late 60's or early 70's. In order to have space to work in, we're slowly going through the random Stuff piled around.

Some of it's ... a little odd.

( Wandering through other people's memories. )

Right now, I'm sitting in my mother-in-law's basement, listening to my husband play guitar and talking about Grant Morrison with my brother-in-law.

Tomorrow, I will clear out workspace in the basement for art practice and doing a project for my brother - painting an entire boxful of miniature tanks.

Life is good.

In a very amusing way. He gave me a recent trade paperback for my birthday - so recent that I didn't know it was out yet. And because I stop by the store Saturdays, and my birthday wasn't till Monday ... he took their other copies off the shelves and hid them till after I came in, so I wouldn't know it was out till he handed me a copy. Devious

Teach me to make plans. All of said plans were interrupted by 48 hours of agony followed by a few weeks of recovery, then the mad rush to try to do all of the stuff that had been plotted to fall into those weeks. Like, oh, networking the house (four Macs, two PCs, lots of fun), paying bills, being able to sit up straight ( Read more... )

Tree started a job today, which is happy. Also, we got the tax refund check from California, which is ... ridiculous. We can pay off most of our problem debts with it alone, once we manage to get an account open (Tree's work schedule makes this impossible till Friday, unfortunately ( Read more... )

So we made it to Buffalo and promptly the entire household came down with two and a half weeks of the Martian Death Flu ( Read more... )

In Buffalo, safe. Finally got ISP to cough up dialup number. Going to unload truck now. Presuming we don't die in the process. Thump.