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I've fallen down on my good intentions to not injure myself before going to Dragon*Con. Possibly literally. I seem to have a big bruise on my right knee from... something? I don't know what. I like to think that I notice when I injure myself, but... er... no.
Also, for extra bonus points, I burned the hell out of a couple fingers last night while making swag for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kittenpants' art show panels. Note to self: Next time you say you'll do a florals project more complicated than standing some silk flowers in a vase, check to see if there's floral wire and green tape in the house. Fortunately, the thing has some gold in it, so the thin brass wire doesn't look terribly out of place, and a lot of it is covered with hot-glued on leaves (hence the burning). Looks pretty good, though. I think. It looked pretty good last night late, when I was really tired, anyway.
I'm really looking forward to the trip. In addition to all the usual Con goodness, I'll be extra excited to sleep in a place where there are no crickets. Yesterday, I killed two in the laundry room, and captured one in my bedroom and ejected it from the house, and still had one in the bathroom this morning singing its little fucking cricket legs off.triadruid tried to kill it, but it wriggled up under the toilet stool, and continued to sing just as loud, except now with a little more reverb. Crickets are rapidly rising to the status of most hated many-legged creature ever. Centipedes are really really gross, and spiders bite you on the ass, but neither of those things steals your sleep, as a general rule. I'm going to have to spray the wall between my bathroom and the laundry room. Perils of living next to the garage, I suppose.
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Also, for extra bonus points, I burned the hell out of a couple fingers last night while making swag for
kittenpants' art show panels. Note to self: Next time you say you'll do a florals project more complicated than standing some silk flowers in a vase, check to see if there's floral wire and green tape in the house. Fortunately, the thing has some gold in it, so the thin brass wire doesn't look terribly out of place, and a lot of it is covered with hot-glued on leaves (hence the burning). Looks pretty good, though. I think. It looked pretty good last night late, when I was really tired, anyway. I'm really looking forward to the trip. In addition to all the usual Con goodness, I'll be extra excited to sleep in a place where there are no crickets. Yesterday, I killed two in the laundry room, and captured one in my bedroom and ejected it from the house, and still had one in the bathroom this morning singing its little fucking cricket legs off.
triadruid tried to kill it, but it wriggled up under the toilet stool, and continued to sing just as loud, except now with a little more reverb. Crickets are rapidly rising to the status of most hated many-legged creature ever. Centipedes are really really gross, and spiders bite you on the ass, but neither of those things steals your sleep, as a general rule. I'm going to have to spray the wall between my bathroom and the laundry room. Perils of living next to the garage, I suppose.Still to do:( Read more... )
