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6:35 PM 5/24/2010
Hmmmm. http://kink-bingo.dreamwidth.org/99700.html

7:41 PM 5/24/2010
Google Analytics and an unfamiliar couple keywords led me through my archives and on a bit of a dive into archive.org; the result: I found the new home of a game I was playing in 2003: http://2addicted.com/letters
It's a lovely typing game: type the letters streaming across the screen accurately, they explode, and you're rated for speed and accuracy.

9:32 PM 5/24/2010
Just crocheted color-coordinated leashes for both of my sets of traveling craft scissors. Small loop around the handle, long chain, larger loop at the other end, good for wrapping around the handle of a craft bag. One is on my afghan craft bag (big IKEA bag); the other is on my everyday black totebag. This, so I won't have to fish for them too much, so they aren't too awkward to use, so I don't cut myself on them yet again, and so it takes fewer pairs for me to reach a saturation point.

9:37 PM 5/24/2010
And for whatever reason, a while ago I wound up thinking about the Hermione Sue instances where Hermione goes home for the summer and comes back all gothed out and with a rebellious, depressed, angry personality transplant.

Hermione isn't just smart. She's also obsessive about rules and at least not getting in trouble. She's somewhat prissy. She's studious. She reads obsessively. She only breaks the rules if she thinks she isn't going to get caught. She'd likely gain levels in sneaky, if she wanted to start breaking the rules on a regular basis. She'd research how people who came before had successfully hidden their random whatever from anyone who could cause trouble.

The Hermione I know wouldn't wind up suddenly obsessed with music to the exclusion of all other things, not like that. She'd wind up exploring new corners of the library, read everything she could on anger, rebellion, figure out what the rules were for this sort of thing, start quoting angry poetry, start using well-researched means to upset the status quo. (Somebody needs to point the girl at the literature on anti-oppression work done by outsiders, stat.)

10:17 PM 5/24/2010
Perfume of the day: BPAL: Katharina.
Perfume of the evening: Pepsi: Mountain Dew.
So my tote bag was getting fraught, so I dumped it all out to sort it out. And one of my pairs of scissors (not one of the ones with a leash) was in the mess/tangle. I tried to extract it. It's the very sharp pair that I cut myself with the other day. Naturally, the tip found the soft aluminum of the highly pressurized can. A fine spray of Mountain Dew (throwback, so it's real sugar to get sticky with) caught me square in the face. (Of course.) I clamped my finger over the hole, found a cup, found the sink, and allowed the overpressure to drain, then opened it and poured the rest in. So now my glasses are still slightly sticky, I smell slightly orange-lime, and I'm enjoying the rest of the Mountain Dew, from a cup, for once.

10:41 PM 5/24/2010
The Altoids box that holds the spare ink cartridges for my pen is now properly labeled. The other spare box that's been kicking around is now properly labeled and holds the hairpins that live by my desk. I used the whiteout pen that kicks around my desk.

10:43 PM 5/24/2010
Geek personality flaw: lecture-to-oblivion. (I could probably leave this item at that, and make my point for anyone who's ever witnessed it.) It combines the desire to educate or to make the point with a partial or complete obliviousness to the social signals that the other party is actually ready to move on. (Sometimes this is due to not giving a damn about the other party, sometimes this is due to lack of training or practice, and sometimes this is due to various disabilities in the area of sensitivity to the emotions of others.) Sometimes it's consciously employed as a weapon, particularly in flamewars.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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