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Monday Things

Woke up around 3pm Sunday. In an effort to reset my clock, stayed awake until 1pm Monday. Gave plasma during that time.

Sis text-messaged me letting me know about their departure.

I got a nice long four-hour nap.

figment0 came over and he borrowed my copier.

I worked on some heraldry for 'Song, in honor of not being a copy bitch. The heraldry still needs some work. I'm particularly smug that I figured out an easy way of doing the embattled bits in Paint. I have decided that really, it needs a better copier, and not a copier heart, but an argent copier sinister chief overlaid with a pierced gules rondel parted per bend (that is to say, a copier inside the "no!" circle-and-slash in the upper left-hand corner). The penguins need a little work too.

figment0 is taking to the internet with great delight.

I adore having a scanner. I can make little sketches, and they can be scanned and stashed on Petridish or somewhere, and then I can show them to someone once and never have to deal with them again if I don't want to. But my attack hen (so dubbed by sithjawa; this is really something like a hen fayoumis rampant wings raised and displayed, tail displayed) should really be scanned greyscale, not black and white.
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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