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*shrugs* I'm still alive. You?

*Pops into the abandoned wasteland*

Any of you guys going to DragonCon this year?

I don't think anyone uses LJ anymore.

In which, we are reminded that service personnel are human beings, too.

We're moving across the street to a top level apartment with an open patio (for my plants). I got on chat tonight to switch over our internet service. Turned out that we'll need to wait for the new modem kit and get charged the extra ten bucks for it. I grouched a bit and the poor service guy was quick to cite policy and his inability to waive the fee. Being rather experienced at chatting and text posts and how difficult it can be to convey emotion, I interrupted him to offer reassurance and understanding. It wasn't his fault and I wasn't angry.

So what does that goober do? He set us up for another six months at the bargain rate, the following six at a partial rate, making it a year before we need to pay the full rate. Even though we're supposed to start paying the regular rate next month. :P I neither asked for nor expected the gesture, so that was pretty cool.

Well, I'll be damned. I did make the local paper.

Sometimes I wish I had an AO3 account, but then I feel traitorous for wanting one. :/

Dear LJ Server,

My password isn't a word, at all, and contains numbers, you fuckwit.

Which finally came out in 2012. Eh, close enough. But now I want to read Orlando/Mina fic and there isn't any. Also, Mary Poppins FTW.

Ah, that moment when a complete stranger asks to read the very story you've contemplated writing for years.

Also, I'm having this perverse urge to go find one of those stodgy honorverse fanboy communities where they argue over missile counts and post porny fic just to watch them cry.

...and I just wrote an honor/emily/hamish comment-fic. IDEK.

Pssst, Lyssie, HopeN. I drew a pick of myka/hg.

You know what I want? Adobe Photoshop CS5 and Corel Painter 12. To be honest, I don't have much choice if I want to keep my skills current, but $900 together? Geez. And they wonder why people download and hack.

I wrote another W13 fic by accident. :/

So, modern tv shows. You pay stupid money for cable service. There are loud, lengthy commercial breaks. And, now they plaster ads over a quarter of the screen during the show? It's like some bizarre exercise in how to drive away live viewers in favor of streaming services. I know it's why I wait to watch my shows on Netflix with no ads and no commercials at a reasonable monthly rate.

My parents are visiting a day early which means I can't be in the W13 tinychat at 8pm. :(

I mean, it's nice of them to visit but... :(

HG shows up in this episode. :(

I just finished reading World's Finest: Huntress/Powergirl #0 and I'm just gonna leave that slash mark where it is.

G-Mart sent me a notice the other day that my comics were shipping via UPS with an arrival date of Monday. But, because UPS doesn't actually deliver most of its parcels, I found them in the mailbox this morning, with regular mail below and on top of the parcels, which means it arrived yesterday. Post office FTW.

Screw breakfast and lunch. I'm reading comics.

I want to say that the whole ongoing plot line that involves Artie and some amorphous evil is interesting, but it's just irritating me. It all boils down to a lack of effective communication (which may be the whole point). Instead of telling Brother Adrian that he died in the other timeline, Artie could have said:

"Well, it's like this. An arrogant, self-righteous fool used an artifact to attack the Warehouse which resulted in the destruction of most artifacts and the release of one that would ultimately result in world-wide genocide. There was no way to stop that artifact without the Warehouse. Wanting that to happen again to satisfy your sense of personal morality strikes me as pretty evil. You're ready to die to protect the world? So am I."

And then they had tea.

But he's too busy worrying about his friends to do his job. Ho hum.

Today I learned I need two more crowns (I am to have a least an ounce of gold in my mouth). Then I browsed two different libraries. Then I visited a friend who decorated me like a christmas tree when I discussed how I've never learned how to use cosmetics. Her five year old son and two year old twin daughters all declared me pretty. I even learned how to use mousse to keep my hair curly after it dries.

Red keeps licking my toenails.

I don't know what happened. I was minding my own business and this Warehouse 13 fic fell out of my brain. :(