Weekend update and gratuitous cellist

Saturday morning, our household was represented in our third or maybe seventh or fifty-second Blue River Cleanup, which, for those of you who aren't in the Kansas City area, means that we spent our morning picking up trash on the river banks along with several hundred other dirty hippies similarly-minded folks. We found a bike in the river, which triadruid had to pull out of a tangle of giant submerged tree roots with a large stick. It was the most exciting thing that happened during the entire cleanup, as far as we knew. Later, we were told that a crew further downriver from us found a dead body. Lucky them. All we got was a bike.

Later, we repaired to opaljax's housewarming party, where we watched some Eddie Izzard, ate some yummy food (including, notably, a taco dip made by kittenpants) and played some KURS. featherynscale learned a very important lesson, which I will now share with you: Drinking when you are already massively dehydrated is a very, very poor plan. I spent several lovely hours convinced that my skull was infested with pickaxe-wielding midgets, but some water and some sleep sent them packing eventually. Much fun was had by all, although I slept through some of it. The Shy Cat at opaljax's has apparently decided that I am its Favorite, as the entire time I was sleeping, it was wandering around my head, head-butting me a purring. We ended up home at about 6:00 a.m. with the time change, and, true to form, chose to do this thing on a weekend that triadruid and I were in the Sunday ritual.

So Sunday, there was a ritual at Gaia which did not go nearly as badly as I had envisioned that it might, given the lack of sleep. Then, later, there was MirrorMask, which was every bit as unintelligible as they say. The time following the film was partially taken up with a discussion of whether or heavy hallucinogen use was required to work for Henson's creature shop, or merely strongly encouraged. I think I liked the film. I'm not sure, though. It seemed a lot like Labyrinth, except with more fish, and less David Bowie. Now, I like fish as much as the next guy, but I'm not sure that the one makes up for the other.

So now here I am at work again. I'm going to try to come in every day this week. I'll let you know how it turns out :)

And now, a gratuitous cellist.

Weekend update and gratuitous cellist

Saturday morning, our household was represented in our third or maybe seventh or fifty-second Blue River Cleanup, which, for those of you who aren't in the Kansas City area, means that we spent our morning picking up trash on the river banks along with several hundred other dirty hippies similarly-minded folks. We found a bike in the river, which triadruid had to pull out of a tangle of giant submerged tree roots with a large stick. It was the most exciting thing that happened during the entire cleanup, as far as we knew. Later, we were told that a crew further downriver from us found a dead body. Lucky them. All we got was a bike.

Later, we repaired to opaljax's housewarming party, where we watched some Eddie Izzard, ate some yummy food (including, notably, a taco dip made by kittenpants) and played some KURS. featherynscale learned a very important lesson, which I will now share with you: Drinking when you are already massively dehydrated is a very, very poor plan. I spent several lovely hours convinced that my skull was infested with pickaxe-wielding midgets, but some water and some sleep sent them packing eventually. Much fun was had by all, although I slept through some of it. The Shy Cat at opaljax's has apparently decided that I am its Favorite, as the entire time I was sleeping, it was wandering around my head, head-butting me a purring. We ended up home at about 6:00 a.m. with the time change, and, true to form, chose to do this thing on a weekend that triadruid and I were in the Sunday ritual.

So Sunday, there was a ritual at Gaia which did not go nearly as badly as I had envisioned that it might, given the lack of sleep. Then, later, there was MirrorMask, which was every bit as unintelligible as they say. The time following the film was partially taken up with a discussion of whether or heavy hallucinogen use was required to work for Henson's creature shop, or merely strongly encouraged. I think I liked the film. I'm not sure, though. It seemed a lot like Labyrinth, except with more fish, and less David Bowie. Now, I like fish as much as the next guy, but I'm not sure that the one makes up for the other.

So now here I am at work again. I'm going to try to come in every day this week. I'll let you know how it turns out :)

And now, a gratuitous cellist.