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So anime night went well.

"A Guy" did not show up. It was just jaenglish (and I hope that's his primary LJ, because that's the one I dug up on him), hcolleen, and me. There was much anime music video goodness to start things out. The Weird Al polka that has the Limp Bizkit Nookie song in it, with anime clips. OMG. Marilyn Manson/Lain/Weird Al = OT3. Or something. It's ... insane?

We commenced with FMA and pizza. Next time, perhaps the pizza arbiter's good offices could be called for? John is the only one present who likes anchovies. hcolleen is the only one of the opinion that pineapple belongs on pizza, but she cannot eat it because of the allergy factor. I discovered that I can, in fact, drink Pepsi. It's just the diet stuff that I must avoid, as that is nasty with a thousand nastinesses.

Full Metal Alchemist was fun. Angst!! I was bouncing around. I may wind up attempting to contact the Darkside and see if including him would work. Week after next, yay!

Last night I was excessively sarcastic. I blame Abe.
Holy Water Bill, Flushing Kitty!
Parachute use to prevent death and major trauma related to gravitational challenge: systematic review of randomised controlled trials -- via pauamma. Will be funnier to people who are used to reading medical articles.
Someone else's idiot co-workers really need to be hurt.
Aggravated battery catches fire. The battery was annoyed to get it to do this; then nature took its course. A demonstration of why that battery recall is kind of important.
Phantom limb pain; VR.

I have been overusing the phrase "Nothing says love like _______ !" a lot lately, where the blank is filled in by something ... rather improbable.

I explained the crack I wrote to the roommate. This is, like, ancient crack, only half-written. It's the part where Scott wakes up after the GI Joe dream. Pure crack.

jaenglish does the same kind of social-getting-to-know-you dance that pyrogenic does, which was what prompted my "hmm" moment. Plus, mac geeks.

There was this random romance novel that I read that commented on the practice of "keeping women as pets" compared to picking a strong partner. I'd never quite looked at high-maintenance society-ladies like that before, but ... what a disgusting concept, and how very apt. Me mentioning this digressed into thinking about how Mama would have wound up staying in biology or going the starving artist route, or both, if not for marrying Dad.

I warned hcolleen that I am likely to collapse in a state unfit to be anything like sane when I finish this novel. The topic is emotionally wrought, and there's a noveling high, and I've been ... omg, I have been so very hyper because of this novel. OMG. So when I come down off it, I am liable to be half-dead of the crash. I have to go straight into editing Home Movies when I finish, that and the Hissssstorical Fic.
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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