But you gotta love ’em anyway. I don’t care what they say anymore.

The big fire should be fully contained by the end of today. Over 500 homes have been destroyed in this one, which is so many more than last year it boggles the mind. Yesterday the entire city was buried in a smoky haze that turned the sun blood-red and hid half the mountains. Fortunately, there’s been more rain earlier than last year, which is part of the reason (despite much more destruction) this fire has been more quickly contained than last year’s was.

Some bees have built a nest inside the seat of my bicycle. This is so strange to me.

I dreamed I was a seemingly all-powerful magician. I lived in a house full of roommates, and was making my way back to it across a neighborhood. I encountered someone’s overgrown back yard and decided to cause a million flowers to grow throughout all the overgrowth. My roommates made fun of me for this. Next I encountered the neighborhood’s emergency food storage area. Everyone always donated food regularly, but the place was very badly organized. So I used magic to organize it, despite being able to see trouble arising from this in future: the new organization packed everything in much more tightly, which made it look as if there was less food there, and people were going to think I’d stolen some. But I didn’t care. Then there was… Pac-Man…

I also dreamed that I was at a Michael Jackson concert, and my mom was directing his orchestra ^__^

Hey, have you guys ever had chicken and waffles? I didn’t even know this was a thing until some chips flavored thus appeared recently. Then I discovered chicken and waffles on a menu at a restaurant and had to try them. So. Delicious.

Bees. Bees. Bees inside my bike. Wot.

I’ve been playing Dragon Age II a lot recently, and it is awesome. I hear very little praise of this game from anyone else, and everyone assures me the previous game was way better, so I’m actually really glad I randomly picked up the second in the series first. Because I loOoOove it, and if Origins is even better, then that is amazing.

The thing is, I’m not very good at video games, and I encountered a battle I couldn’t win no matter how I tried. Seriously, I think I went through it, like, twenty times and finally just decided to start the game over and try to be better prepared for that battle the next time I came to it XD But last night I also called in an expert (i.e. my brother, who is better at video games than I am and probably more patient in general), and he won the battle on his first try, never having played the game at all before. So now I can keep making out with Merrill all day playing with that character. Yay brother!

Lately I have made some decent progress on both HR and Confrérie, and more than a little of that has been at work during slow hours. What a lovely job I have XD Also, I’ve been doing a lot of recording again because sometimes that bug bites me. I’ve started re-recording Plastic, though I fear that any long story will never actually get a finished recording because there will always be an new edit of the story to make the existing recording outdated before it’s even finished.

BEES.

Blanket things. I dunno.

Sometime when I’m less exhausted and more articulate, I will make a real entry explaining why I’m exhausted and inarticulate. But for now, have some more cell phone photos.

It’s entirely possible that everyone has already seen these, since I found them at Wal-Mart. These are off the sides of the display for these creepy little stuffed-figure-holding-a-blanket things. They’re more or less horrifying, but these two, at least, are also hilarious.

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Cinderella seems to be attempting to prevent herself from expressing her thoughts on the matter, and Batman is just all over WTF.

You fool, you wanderer, you challenged the gods and lost

Last call for guessing songs lyrics before I post the answers!

Yesterday I was doing that thing I do with Zombie Girl (running errands). We were walking along in the mall when all of a sudden, for no apparent reason, my neck started hurting like mad. It felt like a pulled muscle, but I hadn’t done anything. I couldn’t turn my head to the right without a burst of mad pains, and after a while it was kinda radiating down my right arm too. This was stupid and annoying. What’s worse, it hurt so much it kept me awake most of the night, so I ended up skipping school today. Now I’m sitting here with a hot-rice-sock on it wishing it would stop.

But while I was partially asleep and in pain last night, I had some dreams.

Panda cub

At work today, a lady came in to pick up her wedding dress that we’d cleaned. And once I’d given it to her, she asked me whether we had any garment bags that were opaque rather than the standard transparent kind, because she didn’t want her husband to see the dress. We did not have any such thing to offer her, unfortunately, and during the course of the conversation she volunteered the further information that she wanted to hide her wedding dress from her husband in their closet. I was like O_o and refrained from asking why on earth this was her intention, but I was still desperately curious because it sounded like some kind of interesting drama.

FREAKING COLD, PotD Jellyfish Jam

So it was -40° (with wind chill) when I went into work yesterday. I literally thought I was going to have frostbite before I got from my car into the building. Last night I slept with sweats on over my pajamas and three blankets (and a warm cat) on my bed. Right now it’s only -4°, but that’s without wind chill. It took me a while to get up, because I knew it would still be freaking cold outside of my world of blankets. Gah.

Photo of the Day.

Sick, call center, ZG story, productivity

I am telve sick. It’s been creeping up for a couple of days, and now shit has gotten real. However, we are going to see Beauty and the Beast tonight, and my throat could actually fall right out and it would still not prevent me from being there.

The call center I mentioned yesterday turns out to be located in the same building and even the same suite as the last call center I worked at (which has obviously gone away and been replaced). So that’s kinda nice. This place is Verizon customer service, which sounds fabulous. They do this apply-assess-interview process so you can get everything done all at once, and, god, it’s nice to apply for a job, for once, where I overqualify. At all these dental interviews, people look at me askance and ask delicately, “So you have how much experience…?” But this guy at this place was like, “Well, you got 95 out of 100 on the assessment… we only look for 41, and the average is 45-50. So you definitely passed the assessment.” Yeah. Badass call center experience FTW. So I’m pretty much guaranteed a job there, but they won’t have another training class until, like, mid-January *sigh*

So that process took a million hours, and then ZG came over and we wrote things. She has officially finished the first chapter of her GW story!!!! (Though I noticed just now that she left her thumb drive here, so if she was looking to work on it today, she’ll have to make a new file.) It is a wonderful chapter ^__^ and Duo will appear in the next one *__* and maybe I can get her to post it but I doubt it. I made some Plastic progress, and that is what I plan to work on all day today until we go to item this evening. Now, if only I felt less awful.

P.S. The Twelve Days of Christmas confuses the hell out of me. Aside from wondering who would want all this random crap (including far too many live animals) that this mysterious “true love” is giving, what exactly is so epic about five gold(en) rings that they need to be emphasized more than anything else in the song? I mean, don’t get me wrong; I love this song… it just seems more than a little FUCKING INSANE.

Photo meme day 20, Plastic

20. A photo of something you enjoy doing.

No, not the cat. Writing. As you can see, in this picture I was working on Heretic’s Reward chapter 6 (oh, I shouldn’t have linked that… now it’ll be the ‘0’ problem all over again XD), and Tokio decided that typing was not an appropriate activity for me at that moment. Not the first time she’s done that, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. It’s not as funny as when she types for me, but much cuter.

So speaking of writing… yesterday I was shockingly, triumphantly productive. I worked on Plastic all day and got soOoOo much done. I got to the first sex scene, and as I was writing it — writing sex — my random playlist decided to play all the children’s stuff it could find. This included a Rainbow Brite song (The Pits sung by Murky and Lurky) and a Chipmunks song (Mexican Holiday from The Chipmunk Adventure soundtrack), and I was like ^__^;;;;;;;; But I actually got the entire scene written in one sitting, so I’m exceptionally pleased with myself. Granted, Plastic scenes are really short, but, still, sex usually takes more out of me than that. Anyway, I doubt I can duplicate today the amount of work I got done yesterday, but I’m sure as hell going to try.

Hey, peoples

Is this annoying? If you were reading a story and came upon a passage formatted like this, would it turn you off the story? Here, I’ll write some more random stuff to pad out this paragraph. I suppose I could discuss my day or whatever instead of this nonsense, but I‘d actually have to think about that and I don‘t really feel like it. There, I fancy that‘s long enough for experimental purposes. Thanks in advance for your input.

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I dreamed that Zombie Girl was the queen of the Labyrinth, and that Dr. Manhattan was telling me his thesis concerning Wile E. Coyote. He maintained that, although everyone accepts that Wile E.’s relationship with Road Runner is canon (i.e. R.R. is his girlfriend WOT FEMALE WOT), there is also an interesting school of thought about Wile E.’s relationship with his good friend Sha Gojyo. “On which subject,” he added, “her highness may be the best authority.”

So let’s count. LabyrinthWatchmen… NEVER MIND LET’S NOT COUNT. It is important to note that my subconscious has decided that ZG is an expert on Gojyo, though.

Bagels and survey

This old man came in yesterday and asked, “Do you know where you have English muffins?”

“Over here somewhere,” said I cheerfully as I came to join him in the expansive bread area on the other side of the counter. “Let’s see if we can find them.” I didn’t know exactly where they were, but working at a grocery store you develop the ability to find things quickly, so I walked right to them. “Here they are,” I said, touching one of the packages. “Looks like we’ve got a couple of different options: original, sourdough, and whole wheat.” They looked pretty good, too, but that may just have been because I hadn’t eaten.

The old man looked disdainful. “I thought of those more as bagels,” he said.

Not really having any idea what he meant, I laughed and made some comment about the packaging, asked if I could help him find anything else, and bade him good evening. A few minutes later I saw him leaving the store empty-handed.

What was wrong wis the perfectly normal and clearly-labeled English muffins? Were they too bagely for him? Perhaps he’s under some sort of curse where all English muffins appear to be bagels in his eyes. Or did he think perhaps I was wrong about them and what they were? Maybe my initial ignorance of their precise location threw him off balance. Perhaps he realized he wasn’t in the mood for bagels English muffins after all?

The world may never know.

Long survey

“Sleep is not the only nocturnal activity of which I do not mean to be deprived.”

I dreamed I was in high school (ugh) and was having a hard time catching the bus. For some reason, a couple of fellow students and I had driven to the bus stop to catch the bus, but the bus took off before we could get out of the car. I suppose it’s logical to assume that students in a car have no need of the bus. And at some point in the dream I was deliberately trying to make myself look pretty. Doubtless thanks to the amount of Amelia I’m absorbing lately, I was wearing a red evening gown of some sort, had grown my hair all long (undoubtedly inspired by the “hair cut” in Stardust), and was making a big deal of earrings — I seemed to have several more piercings than I do in real life.

So after some vague school stuff, the dream shifted to me and my girlfriend being chased by a witch. We turned into cats the better to flee this witch, who then turned into a dog to chase us. We got separated, and I ran into a baby. The baby and its older brother/caretaker took me in kindly, and I loved the baby and I loved to purr against its fat little cheeks. But I needed to find my girlfriend, so I went looking for her. And I found the people that had taken her in, but unfortunately she had been dying at that point. Apparently I’d given her some of my earrings, so I showed the people the match and they realized what it meant and it was all angsty. And I was sadly hugging one of the earrings she’d been wearing, which had grown, like, as big as me. Which, in retrospect, makes the dream rather more comical than tragic. Which is fairly typical of my tragic dreams.

OK, so Smauss and I worked together a lot last week, which means we talked a freaking lot (much to the annoyance of the store manager), and she mentioned a friend of hers that was talking about what good lube Nutella makes (for bumming purposes, not het stuff). BUT IT’S BROWN. I had to record this in my journal simply… because… it’s BROWN. It’s rather difficult to squick me, but this almost does it. Of course, the knowledge of how delicious Nutella is might counteract the… no, I’m going to stop talking about this.

OH MAN. I made fourteen salads today. Oh, yeah, and I also dreamed that I liked beer. And I really don’t have anything else to say in this entry.

“The activity to which I referred requires that both of us be present.”

HOT EAR ON ME

Sometimes my left ear suddenly gets all hot while my right ear remains normal. It’s not infected or hurt or anything; it just randomly heats up and it’s so weird. The problem wis this is that I have a sort of fixation wis items that are an unusual temperature, and feel compelled to hold onto them until they level out again. So I will sit around holding my ear whenever I’m not typing and sometimes even when I am.