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...And some of us are in the gutter, thoroughly enjoying the view.
D'you think little-Ashley ever watched Sesame Street when he was a kid? (I'm mostly trying to figure out whether Uncle Blackie would be horrified or keel over laughing. ;) )
Current mood:
delighted.Current music: Batty-batty-batty-batty-batty-batty-bat....
On the one hand, Mischa's restlessness seems to have tamped down a bit and isn't making my skin prickle anymore. On the other, Hurricane J is apparently hair-trigger pissy, complaining endlessly about her fridge-freezer (and anything else she can think of) and moaning about having to come over here when she's sooooo busy back at P-campus!
RRRGH.
.......On the other-other hand, I may be mollified somewhat by the thought of a two-day conference where we get to stay in a posh hotel, fed three-course dinners and can use the pool for free. *blinks at advert*
EDIT: ...Pfnerk. Tweak just commented 'Don't mock the princess!' XD
Current mood:
aggrieved.Current music: Billy Joel, Allentown.
Wow, going to bed late for three days running must be doing something right. I actually slept through the night for a change. XP
...And dreamed that I was hanging around in an enormous rambling flat with
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guiltyred and yoshideranged that was way, way bigger inside than it was out and all old wood and varnish, in a city that was half-flooded Venice style and contained a few inflatable buildings, but that's neither here nor there. Ahem. Whatever it was, I actually had to be woken up by my alarm instead of waiting for it.
...Um, Rath? Mischa's been looking suspiciously distracted all day, occasionally touching his lips and not even dignifying 'Mis peering at him with a hair-swish.
It's quiet. Too quiet. XD Apparently I need to get him laid more often!
Current mood:
dirty.
All right, all right, it's official - I am fed up and bored out of my tiny little mind. I can't settle to anything, the headcast are racketing around the place like fractious bears (which doesn't help the not-settling), I can't concentrate on a book and my sole bit of productivity has been another almost-page of Pepper's birthday present. Or rather, Pepper's late birthday present.
GAH.
Current mood:
cranky.Current music: Battlelore, Shadowgate.
Yes, yes, I know, three-plus times in one day, but this is really, really pretty.
EDIT: Argh, I suck. Just have the link. XP
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W1CtiI3S
I am mildly perturbed.
Apparently Mischa and 'Mis had a stand-up fight at one point - well, I say a stand-up fight; it was more like a knock-down-drag-out-try-to-throttle fight - about whether or not Seph would go the way of Daddy Dearest and...dispose of his harem when he got married. It seems Mischa was around when the last harem got rather nastily killed off just before he married Lucrecia...
Speaking of Mischa, I'm getting recurrent mental images of him in an outfit that looks alarmingly like the one from Assassin's Creed, and I don't think he's just wearing it for Halloween. O_O
Yes, yes, I know it looks far too like Assassin's Creed. Give me five minutes when he's actually standing still and a better lump of paper and maybe it won't. XP
Current mood:
awake.
Help help I've got a terrible urge to braid my hair! I can't really cover the office looking like Pippi Longstockings!
...Well, not without a mirror to see if I've gone wrong. *tugs hair*
((It doesn't help that I'm starting to get the itch to Do Something with my hair again. This generally leads to dye, haircuts and occasionally green hair Happening.))
Current mood:
cold.Current music: Joseph, dream coat, etc. Any Dream Will Do.
Happy birthday, my moogle! :D *showers with flowerpetals, porn and many many hugs!*
Current mood:
exanimate.
I got home from Whitby on Thursday, collapsed in a heap and slept like a log; went out all day on Friday, went back to Mum's for Indianfoods then collapsed in a heap; got home today, did three loads of washing, then collapsed in a heap with the final film installment of LotR. (I'm not getting into commentary on that post-reading the book, I'll be here all day and it's a bit old now anyway.)
In short, Whitby is wonderful. There's an air of melancholic decay in most of the purely-touristic seaside towns I've been to, the sense that even in the high season the town is slowly sinking into a shadow of its former self, and it's only worse when you go when the tourists have all gone home. The faint, ever-present sense of despair - though that might just be me being all maudlin. ;P
Whitby doesn't have that; there's tourists there, true, and undoubtedly it will be quieter when it's not, well, the big Goth weekend, but it's a hale and thriving town that just happens to have tourists come in every now and again rather than relying on the unpredictable holidayers to turn up and keep it alive for one more year. There's a different feel about it entirely.
...In other words, yes, I'd love to go back as soon as I get chance. ^_^ It was fantastic seeing Rath and Koi again, and I totally see what Rath meant about Whitby fish and chips.
Current mood:
tired.