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Anyone who can guess why I thought it was a good idea to, for the Werewolf LARP I'm in, attempt to render another player's backstory in iambic pentameter - and announce this to the other players ahead of time - I would appreciate it if you could tell me.

I need to avoid having it happen again.

The whole thing is angst and orphanages all the way down. Except when it's weird absent parents and generations long curses. (Interlocking backstory weirdness, we have cubs (including me) holding positions of power because there isn't anyone more senior who doesn't have a vital job... you know, all the crazy.)

Also work is in the middle of the pre-freeze foundation permit rush. Whee!

So, there's a book that I wanted to read and it comes out soon. Normally, this would be good news.

Being a sensible sort, I looked at buying the ebook as part of a bundle. I've got the storage to handle some extra digital literature when I can't in hardcopy and I thought I'd been careful.

I wasn't careful enough.

I accidentally paid money for a book by Tom Kratman. I'm so sorry.

I'm donating to Welcome to Night Vale to try and balance it out.

So, an important note.

Filling one's very elderly bike tires using the air compressor is fast.

Being six inches from the inner tube when it bursts is very loud.

I might just take the bus tomorrow. You know, when the ringing stops?
Ow.

I'm going to try an exercise routine.

Nothing huge really. Some extra cardio every second day. Tweaking my diet a touch - less starch, more veg - that sort of thing.

I'll write in to report results as they come.

200 and hopefully counting down.

Today had work run long, the weather turn cold and a bunch of other things that don't matter.

What does matter is this: I got my membership postcard for Dragon*Con 2013 today.

Everything is full of nerds and nothing hurts.

So, new potential headvoice. Good.
Wouldn't, in fact, break canon or the Bar. Good. (Seriously, this is a problem if I tried something like any incarnation of Marc Dusqueen. Man makes Lex Luthor look like a light weight.)
He's from a book. Trickier. It's been a while since I've done anything where I couldn't start with screen capping.

Anyone want to recommend a few teenage boy PBs? Modern setting if that changes things up.

Also enough water that it was like someone had just turned over a bucket. Seriously, there a flooded neighborhoods and one of the major east-west roads has sections that look more like a lake than tarmac.

Which is why I'm awake enough to write this and not just be staggering from the bathroom to the stove to cook an egg. Something, maybe extra loud thunder, I don't know, around 4AM woke me up and I didn't manage to get back to sleep.

So, body clock is going to be transposed about two hours. If I pass out earlier from tagging Millifolk, you'll know why.

(Oh hey, weather folks on the radio predict a 60% chance for even more lightning this afternoon. Fun times!)

This past weekend was the local science fiction convention. On Sunday I was stopping on my way in to run a few errands at a mall downtown. Not the closest place to do it, but on the rail line and all the stops are essentially no distance from each other as far as effort on my part goes.

The rail stop and the mall are connected by tunnel. Which is only sensible given that the temperature was in the neighborhood of -15C (5F for those of you south of the border) BEFORE the windchill came into play. In the tunnel there is a point were things are wider and buskers often set up shop.

Joy of joys, the one present as I passed through was able to carry a tune. Better than that I recognized the song to sing along in my head. Not unusual - my parents gifted me with a solid love of folk music and wide ranging listening habits. Then I recognized what I was subvocalizing along with.

This.

Yeah, I left a couple bucks.

Some days I love the internet and how it enables me.

Nanking cherry plants, care and recepies.

I have the fruit soaking off the stones in a bowl upstairs even now.