• Roommate downstairs ranting on his goddamned phone woke me up.

• Cats having turf war in the back yard.

• Had to get up and shut off bathroom light after stupid roommate left it on, shining into my room.

• Fucking upstairs roommate moving furniture or something at 1AM.

I HATE having roommates.

I'm keeping this idea on the back burner.

Well, it's Sunday morning and I just got back from delivering mrsrobinson to the airport. I didn't think I'd cry, but there you go. It was really magnificent to have her here. Being around her made me feel more like myself, and less like a hostage. She's so much fun. Whyever did it take so long for us to meet?

More later. V tired.

It's 20 minutes to 6PM EST. mrsrobinson gets here in five hours! Wheeee!

Look, Raven! Carrion! Bon Apetite!

I have decided to make myself a Magyar kit for the SCA.

I can't help it. I'm just a red-headed steppe child at heart.

I have worked on this fucking baldric for Vineland Raids for something like 20 hours over the last week. My fingers hurt. I bled all over the floor when I sawed into my hand. I ran out of acetylene. I can't get a polish I like on the nickel panels.

Fucking feh.

Smiley should go live in another city.

Want... oh yes please.

My friend who moved to New Zealand bought a liquor store. He lives very near where LOTR was filmed, in fact Peter Jackson owns a home in his "neighborhood".

Apparently Wednesday night Aragorn's body double came in while he was building a pair of clamshell gauntlets at the counter. The guy was really interested in what he was doing. Oscar thought ( Read more... )