Dear Diary

[rta_mostyn]

Have had yet another tiff with ranch personnel about octopus-sorting procedures. (Age, then sex, then size, then coloration. Who goes looking for a particular shade of octopus without knowing which size is desired?) Begin to wonder if my talents are best employed here; have already reorganized the library in seventeen variations, selected most

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[cyndre_rta]

Oh dear. You are clearly in need of more Adventure.

And hugging.

[rta_mostyn]

But adventure is so untidy!

Unless it's planned properly beforehand, that is.

[cyndre_rta]

I see there is no objection to the hugging. PERFECT

[fiamme_rta]

Mostyn of the Filing Fetish.

You are disturbing. Even for a Rebman.

[rta_mostyn]

I still don't see what's so disturbing or unusual about wanting things to be put in the right places. Since "right" is one of those highly subjective things, it only makes sense to step back and do a thorough survey of all possible subjective approaches until maximum rightness can be achieved, at which point, everything can indeed be put in their optimized places.

Simple! Not disturbing at all. Honest.

[fiamme_rta]

You're not one of those Gender-Optional Rebmans, are you? Because if you are ... I think I just located the perfect match for Cousin Crispin.

[rta_mostyn]

I assure you, I have a gender. I'm almost certain it remains static; or, at the very least, within the sampling time offered, has not displayed any measurable change.