Just wanted to put it out there. Thank you very much to everyone who's been speaking up on the original fiction filter or offering to read my novella for me and to those of you helping me make this trip to Wales. It's appreciated. Really and truly. Thanks guys.
Speaking of the trip to Wales, I wanted to take a digital recorder because I know i'll be doing a whirlwind tour of many sites. I have a good memory but it's not what it used to be (Hell I didn't even realize it was my birthday next week until my brother called tonight to tell me he's making me a lobster/crab leg dinner). Anyhow my brother has one to do EVPs when he's ghost hunting.
He's going to let me have it one three conditions a) i don't use it for work (okay) B) I use it for evps (no problem, gonna be in neolithic chambers and castles) c) I go with him and his wife to Gettysburg sometime because his wife won't stay in the haunted hotels and he knows I will and apparently plans on spending the night in the tub or something. Sure bro, no problem.
I tried to get his kindle too and was told go to hell.
Also my writer friends and Neil Gaiman fans might want to check out Jana's blog here (also just added George RR Martin and Richelle Mead's ljs to my flist there)
And Dear AO3, is it possible, in the times you aren't giving me a 505 or 503 errors, to NOT change my tags to some mysterious bullshit that doesn't remotely resemble what I typed and could you leave my formatting alone? Maybe? Still don't like you. Me.
ETA - Just when I thought I was going to have a good day, I was sitting down to finish my
fma_cya and I hear a crash. What did the cats do? I hear a much louder crash of glass or porcelain or something of that caliber then a strange noise. I rush to see and the top of my toilet is on the floor and water is shooting to the ceiling. I can't even see to get the water off (thank god it was NOT stuck) since water was all over my glasses. My bathroom is drenched. The basket with all the cold and sinus and allergy pills and other bathroom whatnots is floating.
At first I was pissed the cats got up there and knocked the top off and broke the plunger but the more I thought about it, i didn't see how that was possible.Yes they could have knocked off the basket. They could have even knocked the top of the tank off (thank god it didn't break) but that would have tipped UP not down into the tank. I think the plunger's plastic gave way and it came off like a geyser. It takes me forty minutes to mop up which naturally instead of sloping toward the tub the floor is canted to the RUG just outside which is still soaked.
I try to fix the plunger. I turn on the water slowly. It's holding. I get bolder. Geyser in the face. The water is off. I remop the floor. I shower because there's toilet water in my hair (just what I want at 11 pm). two seconds later the diabetes kicks in and wants to pee 20 twenty times. I pull up a chair to where I flung the case and all the spilled stuff in the water and watch The Dead Files while I dry, replace or toss. Naturally the stuff with the metal blister packs remained dry and the stuff with the paper ones were under water. there goes about eighty dollars worth of stuff.
I'll have to get the landlord down here tomorrow post haste. WAAH

Speaking of the trip to Wales, I wanted to take a digital recorder because I know i'll be doing a whirlwind tour of many sites. I have a good memory but it's not what it used to be (Hell I didn't even realize it was my birthday next week until my brother called tonight to tell me he's making me a lobster/crab leg dinner). Anyhow my brother has one to do EVPs when he's ghost hunting.
He's going to let me have it one three conditions a) i don't use it for work (okay) B) I use it for evps (no problem, gonna be in neolithic chambers and castles) c) I go with him and his wife to Gettysburg sometime because his wife won't stay in the haunted hotels and he knows I will and apparently plans on spending the night in the tub or something. Sure bro, no problem.
I tried to get his kindle too and was told go to hell.
Also my writer friends and Neil Gaiman fans might want to check out Jana's blog here (also just added George RR Martin and Richelle Mead's ljs to my flist there)
And Dear AO3, is it possible, in the times you aren't giving me a 505 or 503 errors, to NOT change my tags to some mysterious bullshit that doesn't remotely resemble what I typed and could you leave my formatting alone? Maybe? Still don't like you. Me.
ETA - Just when I thought I was going to have a good day, I was sitting down to finish my
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At first I was pissed the cats got up there and knocked the top off and broke the plunger but the more I thought about it, i didn't see how that was possible.Yes they could have knocked off the basket. They could have even knocked the top of the tank off (thank god it didn't break) but that would have tipped UP not down into the tank. I think the plunger's plastic gave way and it came off like a geyser. It takes me forty minutes to mop up which naturally instead of sloping toward the tub the floor is canted to the RUG just outside which is still soaked.
I try to fix the plunger. I turn on the water slowly. It's holding. I get bolder. Geyser in the face. The water is off. I remop the floor. I shower because there's toilet water in my hair (just what I want at 11 pm). two seconds later the diabetes kicks in and wants to pee 20 twenty times. I pull up a chair to where I flung the case and all the spilled stuff in the water and watch The Dead Files while I dry, replace or toss. Naturally the stuff with the metal blister packs remained dry and the stuff with the paper ones were under water. there goes about eighty dollars worth of stuff.
I'll have to get the landlord down here tomorrow post haste. WAAH



