November 22nd, 2007

documentation, writing, quill

Success, of a sort.

I have succeeded in making the set of circular transformative connections starting from cowboy and going around through the topics of the source material back to cowboy again.

The progression: Cowboy turned to husband. Husband turned to barfly. Barfly sold the Chevy. Chevy sold for baby. Baby grown to cowboy. Some people never learn; when will they ever learn.

Since they were hits together, and they taste of female desperation in the Barrayaran South, I will forever associate "Where Have All The Cowboys Gone?" with "Sunny Came Home" and "Birmingham". There's a playlist somewhere in there. I'm too tired to think of the rest of it now, though.
running, bomb tech


Fudge is now a tradition.

Our Thanksgiving is going to rock. My roommates are all here, and the boy came in. myrrhianna is cooking food that will have us in leftovers for a good long time (I love leftovers), and we have Karaoke Revolution and I have a box to get set up. There may or may not be other people dropping by.

I have IRC running, and more people I love touching base in there, sharing their days with me. Mama will probably call; I love my Mama.

There is already fudge, and I have tangerines. I love tangerines. There will also be turkey, and ham, and potatoes, and green beans, and cheese, and fruit, and whatever else Myrrh takes it into her head to prepare. We will all be helping out, but on days like this, she rules the kitchen.

There was some difficulty getting the giblets out of the bird.

tamnonlinear has a hysterical theory about Santa. (Seen all over my friends page.)

1st North American Discworld Convention. There will be a rush on that weekend at work. It's local.

Cox shapes traffic if they think you're being a bandwidth-hogging ass on their connection.
_support, cameo


"Where did the pie go?"

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Turkey, ham, green beans, assorted vegetables, whipped potatoes, stuffing, rolls (with humorous features!), gravy, sauce. Now! Pie! Ice cream! Fudge!

My pretty blue and black wig really needs to be combed out. It's ... a disaster area.

My laptop is perched on the cat tree. hcolleen is passed out on the floor. jai_dit is on the phone with the parentals. I gave Mama and Dad a call and left a message. myrrhianna is plotting something.

Life is good, despite the brewing headache.