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camwynSpent Saturday at my parents' place, mostly because they were looking after my sister's kids, of which there are now four. No two people should have to look after a set of twins and a pair of older kids under 7 alone. Not until they make legal stimulants that allow you to vibrate through time, anyway. Which they don't, unless you count the sheer amount of royal icing I wound up ingesting during the construction of the Build Your Own Gingerbread House kit I helped my niece and nephew build, and even that only moved me through time much faster from 'now' until 'good God it's three in the morning, GO TO SLEEP, BRAIN'.
Worked out okay, though. The house looked good, the kids had fun, my parents and my sister and her husband all retained their sanity, and the twins are doing well.
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telophase sent me an invite for Fitocracy, so I'm gonna be putting most of my exercise-related stuff there. Unless it's more entertaining to put it up here, anyway, which will probably mostly mean stuff about bicycling and the occasional OH GOD WHY DID I TAKE UP STAIRCLIMBING, WHYYYYY post. (For the record, I was up to 45 floors before I got sick in November. I went two weeks without stairs and resumed with 16 floors' worth of climb, and am now up to basement-to-24 and working my way back to the full building.) If anybody else is interested in it, the site is http://www.fitocracy.com and it's in beta, but I've got a bunch of invite codes, so ping me if you want one and I know you.
On yet another unrelated note, I am wondering exactly when I picked up the propensity for soldier/military headvoices in RP and fic, since lately it seems like there's been more of them in my brain than usual. Which would not be so bad if
a) I had any actual military experience myself
b) they were from universes even remotely resembling our own
c) one of them was not Ferik Jurgen.
The filthiest, smelliest soldier in the Imperium of Man keeps showing up in my head, which is not a good thing at all. For various reasons. One, he makes Foul Ole Ron smell like the Old Spice Man by comparison. (The Imperium of Man has a population in the hundreds of trillions, with a sizable portion of that devoted to its military- and Jurgen is smellier than all the rest of them. Think about that.) Two, he has the imagination of a brick, and a particularly unimaginative brick at that. Three, he doesn't deal well with being asked to be anywhere that requires separation from Commissar Cain, and when I say 'doesn't deal well' bear in mind that he carries heat-based weapons that work by sub-atomic agitation of the air and has very few compunctions about using them to get back to the Commissar. And four, the man's a blank. Any psychic or magic-user anywhere near him- say, within his radius of smell- tends to break down into screaming fits because he gives off that much of an aura of fear and revulsion. Artifacts of supernatural power stop working in his presence, the more so the closer they get to him- things that run on sorcerous power tend to break if he touches them. Major supernatural entities tend to have very bad things happen to them in his presence. Combine all of this with the fact that he's a good soldier of an Imperium of rabidly xenophobic nature, and pretty much anywhere he might end up would be a horrible smoking mess at best within a week. A partially-unraveled-from-existence-itself mess if it were magical or paranormal in nature in any way.
By comparison, trying to find a place to play a pre-war or just-post-war Roger Maxson from the Fallout universe's history would be ridiculously easy... it's just that last night I got into a discussion of the 40k universe with a friend who's just beginning to investigate it, so Jurgen's familiar stench has been lingering in the back of my mind ever since.
Urgh. I should go get some coffee.
Worked out okay, though. The house looked good, the kids had fun, my parents and my sister and her husband all retained their sanity, and the twins are doing well.
On a different note,
telophase sent me an invite for Fitocracy, so I'm gonna be putting most of my exercise-related stuff there. Unless it's more entertaining to put it up here, anyway, which will probably mostly mean stuff about bicycling and the occasional OH GOD WHY DID I TAKE UP STAIRCLIMBING, WHYYYYY post. (For the record, I was up to 45 floors before I got sick in November. I went two weeks without stairs and resumed with 16 floors' worth of climb, and am now up to basement-to-24 and working my way back to the full building.) If anybody else is interested in it, the site is http://www.fitocracy.com and it's in beta, but I've got a bunch of invite codes, so ping me if you want one and I know you.On yet another unrelated note, I am wondering exactly when I picked up the propensity for soldier/military headvoices in RP and fic, since lately it seems like there's been more of them in my brain than usual. Which would not be so bad if
a) I had any actual military experience myself
b) they were from universes even remotely resembling our own
c) one of them was not Ferik Jurgen.
The filthiest, smelliest soldier in the Imperium of Man keeps showing up in my head, which is not a good thing at all. For various reasons. One, he makes Foul Ole Ron smell like the Old Spice Man by comparison. (The Imperium of Man has a population in the hundreds of trillions, with a sizable portion of that devoted to its military- and Jurgen is smellier than all the rest of them. Think about that.) Two, he has the imagination of a brick, and a particularly unimaginative brick at that. Three, he doesn't deal well with being asked to be anywhere that requires separation from Commissar Cain, and when I say 'doesn't deal well' bear in mind that he carries heat-based weapons that work by sub-atomic agitation of the air and has very few compunctions about using them to get back to the Commissar. And four, the man's a blank. Any psychic or magic-user anywhere near him- say, within his radius of smell- tends to break down into screaming fits because he gives off that much of an aura of fear and revulsion. Artifacts of supernatural power stop working in his presence, the more so the closer they get to him- things that run on sorcerous power tend to break if he touches them. Major supernatural entities tend to have very bad things happen to them in his presence. Combine all of this with the fact that he's a good soldier of an Imperium of rabidly xenophobic nature, and pretty much anywhere he might end up would be a horrible smoking mess at best within a week. A partially-unraveled-from-existence-itself mess if it were magical or paranormal in nature in any way.
By comparison, trying to find a place to play a pre-war or just-post-war Roger Maxson from the Fallout universe's history would be ridiculously easy... it's just that last night I got into a discussion of the 40k universe with a friend who's just beginning to investigate it, so Jurgen's familiar stench has been lingering in the back of my mind ever since.
Urgh. I should go get some coffee.
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Date: 2011-12-06 07:00 pm (UTC)(Why does tech hate me? Why? I am so nice to it, really.)
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