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The Internet wins.

Figment has now discovered my friends page, and therefore metaquotes. And since last night was evidently Dr. Who night in both metaquotes and discord_society, I couldn't ask for a better introduction to LJ for him!

*giggle*

I have yet to actually actively seduce Figment onto LJ, but I'm definitely trying. His major point of resistance is that he's unlikely to actually post to his own journal enough to warrant having an online journal, and any major writing project he does would most likely be the novel he's plotting out. I pointed out that actually the point of him signing up would not be for his own posting, but so that he could have access to locked posts and posting comments, as I've got anonymous posting disabled. He's going to think about it, which is probably the best response I could hope to get at this point. At some point I will get on his case and get him to have an actual working e-mail account. I pointed out that if he doesn't want to actually use the journal for a journal, he can just post something along the lines of, "I'm not planning to actually use this as a journal. I've got it so I can read what my friends are up to and post comments."

But since he's discovered the joy of metaquotes, he may actually become more willing to be seduced. I left him alone with the computer for five minutes, and when I emerged from the shower, I found him snickering over the "companion" != "Companion" concept ...

The hot water at Figment's place has been broken since November, you see. He's been cleaning himself up with cold water most of the time, and then snagging nice hot showers at his folks' place from time to time. Today, a certain Figment has jury duty. Now, Figment is an Extreme Geekboy by nature, and while he makes an admirable effort to appear spiffy in public at all times, there is still a decent amount of help needed to override Nature. He doesn't argue with me (or his mother) when we put our feet down. The suggestion/command that cold-water cleanup was not going to cut it, and he needed an actual hot shower before jury duty, was well-received, so he wound up spending the night camped out on my living room floor so that he could take advantage of my shower in the morning. As this is the third time he's wound up camped out on my living room floor, I've just gone and declared that the beanbag chair and sleeping bag should just be reserved for him at all times on general principle.

I shall have to get another beanbag chair so that certain Darksides won't feel slighted. (I already have another sleeping bag.)

Related, I shall need more living room floor. This will mean the cleaning of dining room floor area so I'll have the space to place the coffee table where it belongs, and the finding of space to place certain buckets of electronics.

Via sithjawa: alchemylab presents Springtime in Arkham, "more eternal evil than you can shake a stick at", presented in temping olfactory form. Yog-Sothoth, Miskatonic University, Azathoth, and Arkham Revisited all sound delightful! Available April 01, 2005 to June 01, 2005.

I have introduced Figment to the mysteries of hairstyling products. Go, me. (He's been in need of a haircut for a while, so his lovely hair is apt to go all over the place. Since he has the same hair I do, I managed to tack it in place with mousse. "What, not ze squirrel?" he quipped.)

Today looks like another lovely day in Arizona. It's heating up nicely, so I really need to construct my summer sunshade cloak before much longer, as I burn far too easily and regular use of sunblock makes my skin break out.
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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