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12:12 AM 4/21/2010
Tonight during Glee, I traumatized IRC with a Luc Valvona song. :D :D :D :D
(Most of the Fishies know what I'm talking about here. Some of you may not. Heh. Heh.)

Perhaps it is a bit windy outside. I hear some banging. Earlier, there was hail. (Hail now makes me smile sweetly and look distant, due to the "DO YOUR WORST!!!" incident. Sweetie, if you yell that at the sky, I don't care if it's Arizona, your ass deserved that hail, darling.) (Insert linked memory of Voltaire-related shenanigans here.)

12:16 AM 4/21/2010
My head is a broken search engine. Tonight, Madonna's "Borderline" made me giggle inappropriately, because my head has associated "Borderline" with a song by a different band, and now the word itself has ... connotations. TURN AROUND AND TAKE MY HAND.

7:27 AM 4/21/2010
So last night I had a long and complicated dream involving god knows what-all. As I was waking up, we and everyone were at some kind of show, and there was some kind of danger, and people (again unspecified, but some were) were thinking about the best way to get the word out, and it turned out that the best way to get the word out was via the Mythbusters. Adam was there, and Jamie was there too, and Jamie had a secret Twitter account that no-one was supposed to know about.

See, we'd just apprehended this guy who had met Stacey at a sushi restaurant, took one look at her general beauty and her legs, and fell for her and (because he was also crazy) basically started stalking her, although it had not yet got to the point where it had made an actual impact on her life (he was in the "crazy talk about stalking her in bars" stage, not the "actually stalking her except for that one time he followed her home/to work but didn't let on that he was there). This was Not Approved Of, so a few of us marched in and basically made a citizens' arrest, and hustled him off to the public venue in which we were meeting Stacey, because he was still at the point where he could probably be disabused of his misconception (she's totally into me and would completely fall for me if she had the chance to get to know me) by meeting her in person in a space that was safe for her, and having her tell him how it was (extensively and at volume). On the way, he was protesting to random street magicians that he was being held unfairly and she was TOO totally into him, but I was bigger and stronger and moreover carrying him, so this did not actually go over like he intended it to.

And before that, it was one of the people-going-to-the-hospital/driving everywhere/damn-I-forgot-my-book dreams. And a house, with a lot of rooms, and people, and perhaps the LF was around, or someone. It was all very complicated and stressful, though.

But mostly, the secret Twitter account that I dreamed about for Jamie doesn't actually exist, I checked it first thing when I got the computers up.

8:23 AM 4/21/2010
There was apparently another power outage (or more than one) last night after I went to bed, so I was very wise to unplug/turn everything off (because the infernal beeping would have awakened me). According to the clock on the stove, the most recent time the power came on was 6 hours and 28 minutes ago, which meant that it would have come on at *checks* 1:56 in the morning. Or so.

9:03-9:43 AM 4/21/2010
That was refreshing! I ranted. A lot.

12:25 AM 4/22/2010
I should mention the state of the current Dog Issues. Deacon (the black lab) is still somewhat creaky, but when properly medicated, he's mostly ok except for distance and stairs.

Dazzle (the poodle) was at the vet or somewhere ... the day before yesterday? ... and they noticed something in his mouth that might be nothing and might be some sort of cancer. They removed two things from his mouth. My aunt is quietly freaking out. And the poodle is resistant to being given pain pills, yet he needs them at this point.

Today's events included no walk, because it was amazingly windy (I love the wind, but my aunt does not), but a Target and then Trader Joe's run, though I stopped before that and got a hank or two of yarn for a thing. I got a magic bleach pen. The magic bleach pen got an ink stain off my carpet. I love my new magic bleach pen.

No sooner than I got in the door, pretty much, then there was knocking upon said door, and a maintenance dude. Apparently some of the flooding patio has been due to a disconnected gutterpipe, and the disconnected gutterpipe had to be pulled out, emptied of sand, and reconnected.

I made a reprise of last night's asparagus, except this time I remembered the rice, and also put in too much water, although by this time it won't be too much. It was tasty, if with a bit too much garlic.

Last night's power outages were not fun for me. The lights went off, then back on, then off, and then on, or something like that, and I jumped and shrieked like a little girl. Creepy lights are creepy, and more so when there's no outside light for stumbling-about. Thank goodness for UPS units and laptops; laptop screens provide a good amount of light sometimes. I unplugged the UPS because I just knew that there was going to be more power-out in the night, and I was so very right, and due to the lack of screaming due to the unplugging, I slept the whole night through.

Even more meta is brewing in my head. You have been warned. :-P

Tomorrow: farmer's market.

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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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