We must use the cone of silence!
Aug. 26th, 2007 04:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
chanter1944Forgive the Get Smart reference, it's four in the morning and if I'm heard from upstairs by folks/sister/folks and sister, I'm probably going to be char, and quickly. This's what I get for going home for two weeks. Oh well.
Consider this a general notification of my being alive and well, for my usual given value of well. All folks who are not in the prairie bits of the US, feel free and be grateful you've dodged the buckets of rain we've had dumped on us over the past week. I speak from personal experience when I say that mud is gods-awful to walk in, never mind the whole smell of rotting vegetation and waterlogged soil thing. That goes double if you're wearing anything heavier than sandals on your feet, and tripple if your guide dog is similar to his owner in that stepping in wet/mucky things without intending to isn't high on his list of to-dos.
At least I've gotten some geocaching in while I've been home, and will be getting in some more if tomorrow goes as planned. Said plans are dependent on sister needing or not needing to work and therefore sleeping in or not, father going golfing or not, and the lab having someone to watch him while we're tromping about Beaver Dam or not, which would mean he'd be joining us for the fun. Not such a good idea, if any of the caches have thorns, but we're not leaving him alone.
Still planning to hold a Firedance rope drill in the near future; must talk with Cassire. Cass, if you see this, mind if I bounce ideas off you at some point?
And... hm. Tariq is owed a ficlet, as is--who the heck else is that? Must look, and then must write. Must also try not to knock the empty mug at my elbow over, as raspberry teabags aren't the greatest of desk decorations. Ahem. :)
Still working on OOMery with Seymour's trip to Sariel's world, though things are slowly but steadily getting done. Yay!
And note to self: There's a certain M*A*S*H episode that I need to watch again, if only to make a certain newly-rediscovered muse shut the hell up and quit plaguing me! Hear that, muse? Cork up. ... Aiya! What am I saying?! Never mind who am I kidding. :)
Hm. Must wash this mug, then... uh, go do something else that'll keep me awake. Yup, you guessed it: Chanter's got her sleep schedule flipped about again and is scrambling to correct it. I have no willpower, I swear. *attempts to stay up* My goal is to stay awake through at least part of tonight's OTR broadcast*, and then conk out. If I drift off midway through and dramatic dialogue and/or fragments of BBC Worldservice newscasts get woven into my dreams, then oh well. At least there won't be nightmares**.
* OTR=Oldtime Radio Drama on Wisconsin Public Radio. My Sunday night ritual since age thirteen or so has involved flipping on the radio and tuning in. Blame/credit a happy accident midway through seventh grade.
** At least, I certainly hope there won't be nightmares, though if Inner Sanctum comes on or the BBC references Ebola while I'm asleep, there could be. I'd trust my subconscious less than Samuel L. Jackson and all the *record scratch* snakes on his *record scratch* plane if one or both of those factors weigh in.
It's the tea talking by this point, I swear. :)
Consider this a general notification of my being alive and well, for my usual given value of well. All folks who are not in the prairie bits of the US, feel free and be grateful you've dodged the buckets of rain we've had dumped on us over the past week. I speak from personal experience when I say that mud is gods-awful to walk in, never mind the whole smell of rotting vegetation and waterlogged soil thing. That goes double if you're wearing anything heavier than sandals on your feet, and tripple if your guide dog is similar to his owner in that stepping in wet/mucky things without intending to isn't high on his list of to-dos.
At least I've gotten some geocaching in while I've been home, and will be getting in some more if tomorrow goes as planned. Said plans are dependent on sister needing or not needing to work and therefore sleeping in or not, father going golfing or not, and the lab having someone to watch him while we're tromping about Beaver Dam or not, which would mean he'd be joining us for the fun. Not such a good idea, if any of the caches have thorns, but we're not leaving him alone.
Still planning to hold a Firedance rope drill in the near future; must talk with Cassire. Cass, if you see this, mind if I bounce ideas off you at some point?
And... hm. Tariq is owed a ficlet, as is--who the heck else is that? Must look, and then must write. Must also try not to knock the empty mug at my elbow over, as raspberry teabags aren't the greatest of desk decorations. Ahem. :)
Still working on OOMery with Seymour's trip to Sariel's world, though things are slowly but steadily getting done. Yay!
And note to self: There's a certain M*A*S*H episode that I need to watch again, if only to make a certain newly-rediscovered muse shut the hell up and quit plaguing me! Hear that, muse? Cork up. ... Aiya! What am I saying?! Never mind who am I kidding. :)
Hm. Must wash this mug, then... uh, go do something else that'll keep me awake. Yup, you guessed it: Chanter's got her sleep schedule flipped about again and is scrambling to correct it. I have no willpower, I swear. *attempts to stay up* My goal is to stay awake through at least part of tonight's OTR broadcast*, and then conk out. If I drift off midway through and dramatic dialogue and/or fragments of BBC Worldservice newscasts get woven into my dreams, then oh well. At least there won't be nightmares**.
* OTR=Oldtime Radio Drama on Wisconsin Public Radio. My Sunday night ritual since age thirteen or so has involved flipping on the radio and tuning in. Blame/credit a happy accident midway through seventh grade.
** At least, I certainly hope there won't be nightmares, though if Inner Sanctum comes on or the BBC references Ebola while I'm asleep, there could be. I'd trust my subconscious less than Samuel L. Jackson and all the *record scratch* snakes on his *record scratch* plane if one or both of those factors weigh in.
It's the tea talking by this point, I swear. :)
