Saturday stuff.

Y'know, there are more unpleasant ways of waking up than suffocation because your sinuses are full. I just can't think of any.

And I especially can't think of any since I was snogging Sean Connery before I woke up. The man can kiss. Even in a pornographic book store. I'm not sure what I was hunting for, but it seemed to involve women who'd been given informal tracheotomies with trumpet bells. (yes, yes, I know, gross)

Speaking of gross, I managed to squick jkb on the phone last night. Somehow the prospect of raising the dead by complete infusion of life essence got to her about the time the semen had to go in the ears.

Her comment was "If you write to stay sane, I'd hate to see what you produce when you're crazy."


Today: laundry, dishes, pick up, sewing. Maybe writing.

(no subject)

We own 4 phillips screwdrivers.
Why can't we locate any of them to give my poor puter a brain transplant?
Have the kids stolen them al;l for nefarious purposes? What are they building? Or unbuilding?

Hungry too.

This rocked my socks

On Fandom_wank at journalfen, Virago said, in a discussion of Fairuza Balk and Return to Oz from someone's icon:

"Tangential to that, I saw a songvid not long ago that impressed the hell out of me by mixing Fairuza Balk's role in that with her role in The Craft (okay, one scene of it) to cook up a scenario where Dorothy was schizophrenic. Fun stuff."

No sewing. But I did accomplish vidding! "Birds of Prey March" is finally coming together after kicking my butt for 2 months.