so i finished the block with which to make the print for the cover of my book; now i just need to find the red ink to do it. 
I'm printing it on a black surface, so the black bits will be red, and the white bits black. I'm just glad I've nearly completed a project I set out to do.
A new friend read to me a beautiful poem (I had provoked her by saying I don't really get into poetry), and now that's in the book. Every time I talk to Kt I want to read it to her, but I don't want to spoil the surprise of the book.
In my ventures to find the red ink yesterday I wandered into a pet store to find some water dishes. A girl there asked if I needed help finding anything, and after talking a bit we worked out a plan for them to take my hamsters. Joy! I am keeping Sputnik and Corrigan, and since she just had babies I will keep Anabell (and the babies), whom my sister wants once the babies are a bit grown. And I will keep the violent Percival, because Amber expressed interest in owning him, so I will double check with her before giving him to the store.
My sister pointed out that now I can go into the store and I will see these hamsters of mine in their cases, and I reflected it will be sad, but for the moment I'm just glad to get rid of the lot.
Also, I will be going to the GoodWill dropoff and unloading a lot of clothes that have sat in my room for years without fitting. It is a good day to let go, apparently.
...
Damn AOL. I never had these problems when I was using DSL and AIM... now that I've moved and have to rely on Kt's dialup connection, I get a hundred million spam IMs a day. But now I've started getting some weird IMs... they don't ask me if I want to accept it, like the porn ad IMs do; it just pops up, somebody asking how I'm doing in the hurricane. Yesterday it was a "firefighter in Panama City" writing and today, this morning, it was just a simple, "how are you doing in the hurricane?" No alterior motive seems to be present; simply people asking if I'm okay.
Of course I'm okay -- I'm nowhere near the fucking hurricane! I'm experiencing rather lovely, cool weather being blown up here, a good 9 hours from the Gulf of Mexico. I'm walking the dog and experiencing refreshing breezes.
Why should a firefighter in PC be worried about me? I am so confused...
I'm printing it on a black surface, so the black bits will be red, and the white bits black. I'm just glad I've nearly completed a project I set out to do.
A new friend read to me a beautiful poem (I had provoked her by saying I don't really get into poetry), and now that's in the book. Every time I talk to Kt I want to read it to her, but I don't want to spoil the surprise of the book.
In my ventures to find the red ink yesterday I wandered into a pet store to find some water dishes. A girl there asked if I needed help finding anything, and after talking a bit we worked out a plan for them to take my hamsters. Joy! I am keeping Sputnik and Corrigan, and since she just had babies I will keep Anabell (and the babies), whom my sister wants once the babies are a bit grown. And I will keep the violent Percival, because Amber expressed interest in owning him, so I will double check with her before giving him to the store.
My sister pointed out that now I can go into the store and I will see these hamsters of mine in their cases, and I reflected it will be sad, but for the moment I'm just glad to get rid of the lot.
Also, I will be going to the GoodWill dropoff and unloading a lot of clothes that have sat in my room for years without fitting. It is a good day to let go, apparently.
...
Damn AOL. I never had these problems when I was using DSL and AIM... now that I've moved and have to rely on Kt's dialup connection, I get a hundred million spam IMs a day. But now I've started getting some weird IMs... they don't ask me if I want to accept it, like the porn ad IMs do; it just pops up, somebody asking how I'm doing in the hurricane. Yesterday it was a "firefighter in Panama City" writing and today, this morning, it was just a simple, "how are you doing in the hurricane?" No alterior motive seems to be present; simply people asking if I'm okay.
Of course I'm okay -- I'm nowhere near the fucking hurricane! I'm experiencing rather lovely, cool weather being blown up here, a good 9 hours from the Gulf of Mexico. I'm walking the dog and experiencing refreshing breezes.
Why should a firefighter in PC be worried about me? I am so confused...
stormy:
i think i was playing ona playstation?
fracturedguy:
that's cool, but the old NES Gauntlets are the way to go.