A not so cunning plan

When I finally write something that's currently floating in my head, lost and forgotten and in need of ink, then I will let myself tinker with code to my heart's content and make a spiffy new LJ layout.

Yes. Only at that point.

BTW, srichard - I promise, promise, promise that I will read that story today. Somehow I keep meaning to, but then I have to turn off the computer to save it from overheating.

Yes. The computer. That's it. Really!

In the meantime, have an icon. *g*

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You know what? I would rather sing all of Wagner's Ring at the top of my lungs, in Icelandic, while doing a Tai Ji sword dance, all the while dangling from a rope ladder attached to a helicopter involved in war games maneuvers over the Pacific than I would like to look at another bloody piece of Betrayers of Kanigawa packaging.

*stabbity stab stab stab*

But then, that's after wallowing - wallowing, I tell you - in the sheer luxury of proofing three books today. Of course, I only got 80 pages into one before I had 8 errors, and 50 into the next before I had 12, so I think the Product Engineer for the books is hiding from me, as I had to place the other on his desk while he was gone. I cause trouble.

Books...luxury. No dire maggots, either. A lovely thing indeed.

*fear*

My badge that said "Fucking Hostile" got eaten today by Riley.

This has spawned an interesting thought. Is this a statement of hostility that I left the dog alone today while I was at work? Somehow, being ten miles away does tend to mean that I don't interact with her. Or, perhaps, the fact that she only ate enough of it to give me serious questions as to what it was (in fact, at first I thought she'd eaten a very small sewing kit) means that she choked on the hostility and decided to spit it out?

It's a quandary. Meanwhile, in case it's the former, I shan't be sleeping at night any more.