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Testing...
Testing...
Mad... mad... madrigal...
Tech... tech... technical...
Ice... Ice... Icicle...
Test...
Test...
Testing, One-two-three...
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Wyatt..?
Rise and shine, Pancake! Going down to Geo's to get you some breakfast. Also, we're out of bacon. Wanna make a list, and I'll go down to Lao's later?
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SOLSTICE!
Ohhh I love Solstice! Last night, me and Wyatt had a cosy night in - all candles and wine and talking on the sofa, and an early night. My kind of party, if you know what I mean. Today is busy - we got Mrs H coming over for lunch, and Dossley too, although he says he can't stay long because he's got the asylum to run but you can't work all the time ( Read more... ) -
Dinner!
I'm getting the hang of this cooking thing! For Solstice, Mrs H made me a recipe book thingy where I can tick off each step of the recipe as I go along and make sure I did everything. Once. I've ruined so many dinners by adding salt three or four times and then forgetting to take out the spoons. Poor Wyatt tries not to make a face but he was sick ( Read more... ) -
From the Archive.
I don't write very often when I'm connected. I should; when I look back through my journal at the entries, jumping from thought to thought like a skimmer on a weirstone, I always feel as if I've been caught singing along to the radio by a client. Merging with the Archive is so much easier, now. I'm slightly embarrassed to think that it didn't ( Read more... ) -
Things about today that I wrote down, because they are things.
There has been nesting. Lots of nesting. Non-Munchkin folks don't get it at all. Maybe because they don't think they used to be birds, but anyway they're missing out, because there's nothing better on a cold, rainy day than to curl up under the doovish and let the rest of the world go chase its tail for a while. In traditional Munchkin houses, the ( Read more... ) -
Butterfly Radio - 114sw!
Things things things. Many things have happened, and I forgot I had a journal to write them all down in. I must write down all the things!
Nope. Too many things.
We are doing a radio programme. I don't remember how it all started, exactly, except that something weird and interdimensionalish happened, and Mrs H and Wyatt and Javin and Seb were all ( Read more... ) -
In the Archive... talking to myself.
Hello, me!
I know I could just connect up to you - to me - and I'd know all this anyway. But sometimes it's good to talk like this. I worry about you me us you being stuck all those years on your own in the Sunseeder. Not awake or dreaming, but still part of me, and all alone. Crazy, isn't it? If you were my hand or my ear or something, I don't ( Read more... ) -
I talk too much.
Did I say something wrong?
I don't know, and I don't want to ask Wyatt. Him and Javin left me with Mister Byron-iron-singer-guy so they could get him some clothes, and we talked about all kinds of things. Byron's an Othersider - a real, honest-to-goodness Othersider, and he's pretty sketchy on the details, but I guess that's all down to the Cross ( Read more... )