Got Up. The Beloved does not appear to be being made redundant at this time, but it was touch and go for a bit. Sigh of relief. Apparently her job is safe for a year, but I'm not entirely relaxing right this second. More as it transpires.

Got Up. Did the last of the shopping. Bought entirely the wrong present for Prof Woody and am kicking myself. Knocked this out. It is not short, I am afraid to say, but my muse was with me touching me gently with his little soft blue paws and would not let me stop until it was done. I'm not sure the theme comes through, but I was trying not to be ( Read more... )

So anyway I was hanging out over at oxfordgirl's end of the woods (it's cool, they have parties there and also outbursts of hate) and there was some talk about wikipedia. I started posting a reply and then I got caught up in it, and before you know it I was back on my live-journal posting a post which having just checked my clock takes me an hour to do (I'm ( Read more... )

The missus put Moulin Rouge on because it cheers her up. Far be it from me to comment on how odd it is that she finds this tragic love-story cheering, but I must agree it is one of the best movies evah. I am singularly indebted to pax_draconis for introducing me (and by extension, the missus) to it. Ranks with South Park - Bigger, Longer, Uncut as my favourite ( Read more... )

Got Up. Got Back. Tired as fucking hell. I could froth about the Maelstrom event but isntead I will stream of consciousness the people.

I hung out with Binidj as I have been promising to do for a few years and it was all I had hoped for and as much fun as a bucket of piranah fog and a nun; I also got to help him have a well-deserved [bought and paid for ( Read more... )

Got Up. Am in Preston with The Pennington. Yesterday was a tedious but neccessary trog through Priest skills at Mr and Mrs Wilder's house (where my no crisps diet had its knees broken), and the final result was satisfactory and long overdue. Today was mostly a brainstorming session regarding the church game that I am reasonably confident will ( Read more... )

Got Up. I am listening to Portishead. Probably ( Read more... )

This morning I have been gaining information.

From Notting Hill to immigration, to Greenwich and the Prime Meridian(s), to Isaac Newton, to the Priory of Scion* to Foccault's Pendulum and Dan Brown and then to Illuminatus! (not once but three times) and Finnegan's Wake** but wait a moment, wait a mo, that was later; from Pendulum to Et In ( Read more... )

Got Up. Phlegm on chest still. Taking drugs that do not mix well.

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Sickness. For some reason, it's a theme I keep coming back to. Whether it's the "...and..." joke made so often during tabletop D&D* or the whole Mutant Weils Disease Vampire-live story, through Mage and Cthulhu and Kult and Ars magica ... basically every game I've ever been involved in has at some point or another a disease motif (and in many ( Read more... )