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("Plogviehze!" - Borogravian for "The Sun Has Risen, Let's Make War!")
For the first hundred pages I tried to convince myself I was only scanning back through the book for Maladict's characterization, but now I have to admit I'm reading "Monstrous Regiment" over again. And I really should take the jacket off the book - it's getting somewhat damaged hauling it around. Amazingly not very badly damaged. Still looks pretty good. But if you really love things and use them it's true you can't keep them good. You always hurt the ones you love.
Same thing applies to this lovely little cup I just got. Well, it's rather a large cup, really. It has no handle and doesn't really fit in my hand very well, so it slipped out. And I really should tell you why this is important, because it's kind of complicated.
It's a very pretty barista cup from Starbuck's, blue with white flowers. I was trying to decide whether to buy it or not, but it was kind of expensive. But I happen to ride the bus with a girl who works at Starbucks (some of us call her Teena), so I asked her if she got a discount, because I was going to give her the money and ask her to get it for me... and she insisted on buying it for me as a gift because she likes me. I felt really odd about this. Very sweet of her. I don't know how to respond, so I sort of invited her over for dinner. And CGShaggy is telling me I should ask her out on a date, but he doesn't have a clue of where I'm standing here. This girl is literally young enough to be my kid and that's liable to creep her out. She didn't know me that well when she decided to give me this gift. Maybe she'll know me better by Monday... before the whole cup thing we'd been talking about writing and she asked to read my stories, so I've sent her a couple of links and one story, but have avoided telling her that what I like and what I'm trying to write is slash. I sent her some of the least slashy - "Solstice" and the links to "The Old Wolf's Passing" and "Poet and Lauren's Trip To Oz" - and that's a long one, in chapters (One, Two, Three, Four - Five), so those should keep her busy for a while.
But my point was, I adore the cup and it has barely left my hand since she gave it to me, except to be dropped. I hadn't had it for as much as 24 hours and managed to drop it right on the stone tiles in front of the Starbucks counter. Luckily she wasn't there, and her work-mate said she wouldn't tell, though I'll probably tell her myself because I fess up to ALL the dumb things I do. I don't know why, it's probably a bad idea, makes me look even dumber than I am, perhaps.
This entry is rather a jumbled mess, but I don't have time to change it. I'm trying to think if there's anything else I should really try to remember.
Oh, my period has been irregular and weird, and I have to remember to keep track of this. I had it, it went away for a week, suddenly came back without warning last weekend, reduced to spotting during most of the week and is now back in force again. I want to keep an eye on this because a couple of women I work with have had ovarian cysts and having their period non-stop for a couple of months was the first symptom they noticed. Working with x-rays all the time, and not being given any sort of dosimeter badges or anything, one has to wonder. Butonquail loaned me her gieger counter back last spring and I still haven't taken it to work, I've really got to do that.
Anyway, onward with my day - the sun rose almost 2 hours ago and I have not yet begun to fight.
For the first hundred pages I tried to convince myself I was only scanning back through the book for Maladict's characterization, but now I have to admit I'm reading "Monstrous Regiment" over again. And I really should take the jacket off the book - it's getting somewhat damaged hauling it around. Amazingly not very badly damaged. Still looks pretty good. But if you really love things and use them it's true you can't keep them good. You always hurt the ones you love.
Same thing applies to this lovely little cup I just got. Well, it's rather a large cup, really. It has no handle and doesn't really fit in my hand very well, so it slipped out. And I really should tell you why this is important, because it's kind of complicated.
It's a very pretty barista cup from Starbuck's, blue with white flowers. I was trying to decide whether to buy it or not, but it was kind of expensive. But I happen to ride the bus with a girl who works at Starbucks (some of us call her Teena), so I asked her if she got a discount, because I was going to give her the money and ask her to get it for me... and she insisted on buying it for me as a gift because she likes me. I felt really odd about this. Very sweet of her. I don't know how to respond, so I sort of invited her over for dinner. And CGShaggy is telling me I should ask her out on a date, but he doesn't have a clue of where I'm standing here. This girl is literally young enough to be my kid and that's liable to creep her out. She didn't know me that well when she decided to give me this gift. Maybe she'll know me better by Monday... before the whole cup thing we'd been talking about writing and she asked to read my stories, so I've sent her a couple of links and one story, but have avoided telling her that what I like and what I'm trying to write is slash. I sent her some of the least slashy - "Solstice" and the links to "The Old Wolf's Passing" and "Poet and Lauren's Trip To Oz" - and that's a long one, in chapters (One, Two, Three, Four - Five), so those should keep her busy for a while.
But my point was, I adore the cup and it has barely left my hand since she gave it to me, except to be dropped. I hadn't had it for as much as 24 hours and managed to drop it right on the stone tiles in front of the Starbucks counter. Luckily she wasn't there, and her work-mate said she wouldn't tell, though I'll probably tell her myself because I fess up to ALL the dumb things I do. I don't know why, it's probably a bad idea, makes me look even dumber than I am, perhaps.
This entry is rather a jumbled mess, but I don't have time to change it. I'm trying to think if there's anything else I should really try to remember.
Oh, my period has been irregular and weird, and I have to remember to keep track of this. I had it, it went away for a week, suddenly came back without warning last weekend, reduced to spotting during most of the week and is now back in force again. I want to keep an eye on this because a couple of women I work with have had ovarian cysts and having their period non-stop for a couple of months was the first symptom they noticed. Working with x-rays all the time, and not being given any sort of dosimeter badges or anything, one has to wonder. Butonquail loaned me her gieger counter back last spring and I still haven't taken it to work, I've really got to do that.
Anyway, onward with my day - the sun rose almost 2 hours ago and I have not yet begun to fight.
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One word: Pine tar . . . okay, two
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Ha, that's the perfect description of PB's cup, which I covet covet covet.:) I brought in another about that size (but more cup shaped), a little chipped, something I got at Goodwill, plus I also got 2 bowls while I was there (as well as some forks) so our kitchen should be well-enough stocked, now, for items in which ND can make soup. If he takes my new Teena-cup and microwaves it he'll have hell to pay, because it's NOT microwavable.
Pine tar would be a whole lot easier than my neat idea that involved webbing straps, velcro and hot glue.