Thoughts and pictures

[essayel]

There's nothing quite like the intensity of colour of blackberry jelly.

Wondering how metallumai is getting on with her flood clear up.

Wondering why when other half drinks I get the hang over.

Do kittens do stuff on purpose, or is it sheer dumb luck?

What happens to newts in winter? I picked one up at work on Thursday and he was a SOLID newt icicle - there had been a mild frost. He defrosted in the palm of my hand and wandered about quite happily afterwards but surely a proper frost would kill him?

Why is it that when I know what I want to write and I REALLY WANT to write it I procrastinate?

Who used the last of the ibuprofen?

Where do the odd socks go?

How are you all? Hmm?

Comments

[charss.livejournal.com]

Dude, newts actually freeze?! I just figured they went to the bottom of the pond and sat in the mud like frogs.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Not sure if he was frozen solid or had gone into a very deep torpor due to the cold. When I picked him up he was like a little plastic dinosaur.

[isis-lives.livejournal.com]

Great set of questions. You've got some interesting energy transference with your other half. And/or it's the atmosphere (food, air, etc.) that the drinking takes place in that fogs you up. Good luck!

[essayel.livejournal.com]

The following night I DID have a couple of glasses of wine and no hangover next day? Weird eh?

[britalone.livejournal.com]

Have you not heard of the odd sock fairy? There's one visits me all the time!
I'd like to know why do they make the water tanks on irons blue so that you can't see the water level?
And why, when men start going bald, do they grow hair everywhere else, like eyebrows, nose, ears etc etc?
And why do spiders always sit on the ceiling above MY side of the bed?

I'm ok essayel, how are you? :o)

[essayel.livejournal.com]

I liked Terry Pratchett's sock eater, which is described as being a bit like a tiny elephant with a funnel shaped trunk.

Blue is the colour of water, I suppose, in advertising terms and we all know how daft they are.

The spider over the bed thing is particularly nasty because you daren't knock it down in case it disappears.

[britalone.livejournal.com]

I always jump out and yell for my spider man. One night hubby came up the stairs with a bucket on his head, a broom in one hand and a dustbin lid in the other! I kid you not! However, there have been the odd times when Sir Spiderlot has dropped the spider onto my bed and I refuse to get back in until he finds it!!

[mcgonagalls-cat.livejournal.com]

However it comes out, you should work the newt-cicle into Gwyn's story... *subtle hint*


The socks get caught in that vortex that sends them to the center of the Universe where they are the power that holds everything together. It is a good thing.

And the Iron's Water Reservoirs are blue because males design them...I think it has to do with colour perception (more males have that red-green colour blindness than females)... either that or they are intentionally attempting to drive us insane. They probably couldn't come up with a more difficult-to-see colour.



We got our first snow last night. I'm such a dork that I still get all excited like a kid. (It will all be gone by Tuesday though... probably even by tomorrow.)

If I win the a lottery everything will be fine, but otherwise money's a tad on the tight side. How's your world?


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[essayel.livejournal.com]

A lottery win would be fantastic, wouldn't it! I wish you the very best of luck.

Gwyn has been a bit quiet lately I'm afraid. I'll have to give him a poke. My mind has been eaten by another HUGE storyline that I'm plugging away at but poor Gwyn needs to be sorted out soon.

[metallumai.livejournal.com]

Hi, Sweetums! I am procrastinating right along with you here. Regarding writing. Influx of 1-year-old into the household has caused even MORE randomness and entropy than we dealt with before in a house of all adults; there's always something to pick up/dispose of/complain about ("Hey, could SOMEBODY BESIDES ME do the washing up for a change???")

Flood damage is being dealt with: The basement is clean and dry, after a couple of weeks of high-powered fans and dehumidifiers roaring away day and night making me crazy.

There's been no painting or rewiring yet; we're waiting for insurance adjustment to appear before any major repairs and replacement, so we have no furnace or air conditioner, but the weather is mellow enough just now that we don't need either one. We'll eventually have to buy a washer and dryer, but there's no place to plug them in yet, so the laundromat down the street has seen us regularly.

The pile of muddy rescued items in the back garden is diminishing as we find time to wash them and stack them in the cleaned-off pile. It's mainly camping gear and motorcycle accessories, stuff that was waterproof.

There were two books actually surviving from the flood: a John Kirkpatrick songbook and a 1920s-era copy of 'Modern Milk Goats'-- lord knows where I got that, but I do remember reading it and even using information from it in a fic, ages ago!

I did read over The Sign that Commands, a couple of nights ago; I still like it. We should finish it. :D

Your little frozen newt reminds me of one hot summer day when I was about 9 or 10-- we spent the better part of a day feeezing and unfreezing a wasp in an ice-cube tray in the fridge, unknown to my granny. I don't know how they do it. We eventually let him go and he flew off with no apparent damage.

[essayel.livejournal.com]

Only two *weeps*. I hope the insurance man isn't a weaselly toad and that he lets you replace everything just like he's supposed to. Thank goodness the weather is reasonable.

Yep, the Sign that Commands was a good story, I'll have a look again. I think the problem was that it ended on such a revolting bit [the poor faun] that it was hard to pick up from there.

Frozen wasps! Awww, the happy things little kids get up to! I saw an incredibly disturbing video online of a decapitated rattlesnake's head apparently watching for someone's hand to get near enough to bite it then bouncing on the ground as it snapped. *shivers* quite disgusting. I suppose it goes to show that we can't assume that animals are going to be as fragile as we are.

[metallumai.livejournal.com]

I think they only hire weaselly toads; it goes without saying that we will have to spend some time bickering on the phone with him/her/it.

(you know-- if you think of them in terms of natural history, weaselly toads must be intriguing animals. Furry, hopping, black-tipped tails, long sticky tongues....)

[cweb.livejournal.com]

Mmm...blackberry jelly. *loves*

Kittens are diabolical little engines...I think there is a demon in the background, controlling them.