October 14th, 2004

bondmates, sigil

GIP: bondmates, sigil

Welcome to my new default icon. That's my bondmates and me, in tidily line-drawn representations. No, that circle isn't very forthcoming about the inner nature of my senior bondmate. Neither's he. Note the rainbow ribbon cable as the one bond. Hee.

I really needed an icon like this, because I'm forever talking about both of them, and there are times when the other images aren't very appropriate.

There are bits missing from my sigil, too, and I know that were my junior bondmate to have a sigil, it probably wouldn't be that, but that's how I choose to represent him, as Earth. My senior bondmate's sigil is Something Completely Different, but that says a little too much about him to share. So, a red circle it is.
silly, bunny ears

Amusements, simple (schedule)

From last Saturday's conversation:

Maniac: "So you're a seven-day worker?"
Lunatic: "No, I just don't have the weekends off. I have Wednesday and Thursday off."
Maniac: " . . . Weren't those the days I had off at my old job?"
Lunatic: "Yes. . . . It makes sense, actually. Thursday nights I have my writing group, and I do want to have two days off in a row, so the other day would have to be Wednesday or Friday, and Friday they count as a weekend, so I get paid $0.50 an hour more to work Friday."
Maniac: *raises eyebrow on the other end of the phone*
Lunatic: "And yes, if my best friend happened to want to hang out or something, I'd have the free time."
Maniac: *smugness and/or amusement*
bondmates, sigil

Cake

Mr. Shallow's secret identity came over to hang out for a bit. I had Mountain Dew as a bribe, and marxdarx made cake. Mr. Shallow soaked up backrubs and snuggling; I soaked up snuggling.

shammash was not sure what to make of Mr. Shallow. eris_raven is getting more accustomed to him, even though she didn't come out of the closet.

We had a nice long talk. Life is always interesting for both of us, and I'm glad he's got someone to talk to.
documentation, writing, quill

A Lunatic in motion

Today was a writing group night, and holy moly, what a writing group night!

I showed up; easalle, M, and V were already there. It was just the four of us. I read the latest Necromancer's Prayer snippet, and there was general giggling, even at the rough form. I love social interactions with half the people really clueless. I love it. The audience knows all, of course, and when these people are having their train wreck of a ghastly social interaction, there is rolling in the aisles laughter.

I think I stole the spotlight tonight, because in addition to having way too much material to read, I also had photos on my laptop, photos of truly delicious-looking gentlemen. Mr. Shallow has been declared better-looking than Darkside, much to the amusement of all. (Mr. Shallow's reaction on hearing this verdict? "WOOT!")

easalle brought a truly diabolical writing exercise: write a 26-sentence story. All the sentences begin with a different letter of the alphabet, in alphabetical order. One sentence must be a fragment. One sentence must be a run-on. One sentence must be grammaticaly correct, and contain 100 words. New rule: you must make up one word and use it.

Mine was interesting, and involved a former actress and a stalker.

V got a gift laptop from a friend, but did not know how to go about making sure it was seaworthy, or whatever it is that laptops are. She was considering taking it down to Nerds On Demand, but as she's kind of short on cash, she was wondering if she could barter work for looking over the laptop. I pointed out my specialty, including my background with take-it-apart-and-put-it-together-again, and said that I could certainly give it a look over.

She was delighted.

We went off for dinner. Thalia and I had a lot of fun. I typed up the latest installment of the book, and giggled a lot. I had coffee. The waiter heckled me. (I need to evidently convey said waiter's greetings to Darkside.)

V told me that in exchange for my looking over her laptop, she would let me borrow her (fully insured, half-beat-up) car for the month of November. (She'll be out of town dogsitting.)

I flipped out.

November. National Novel Writing Month. Car. Dude.

*giggle*

Lunatic. Car.

This is going to be interesting.