Wondrous Apparitions, Provided by Magicians.

The button maker pleases me greatly. It is a sort of bench-press model: totally easy to operate, and turns out buttons that look well-made, as opposed to the hand-held sort that make buttons with loose, rotatable plastic covers. Now, all I have to do is trawl back through my files and find all the things I wanted to put on buttons. And yes, niveus_tigris, I will make you some monkey buttons.

My first button went to chaosdruid last night, at her birthday party, which was more fun than reasonable or wise. Especially worthy of note was orcjohn, who was in raging fine form all evening. orcjohn is a fine individual, and I'm keeping an eye out for blondes, brunettes, and redheads for him at all times.

I will report, however, that tequila is a poor combination with buffalo wings, and that tequila in the lung is no reliable way to clear congestion.

My button maker came in today :)
Fear.
That's all I'm saying.

Sometime this weekend, possibly when I was complaining of the Great Hangover I incurred by trying to go drink for drink with opaljax (who is of Slavic extraction and ex-military besides), a theory was proposed which, if proven correct, would be a simple key to the understanding of the workings of Celtic societies. The theory, proposed by kittenpants, is this: Whisky makes you competitive.

Also, buttons. I am anticipating the arrival of the button machine some time in the early part of this week. EHQ's output of general snarkiness and giggling should be up for the month of March, accordingly.

Finally, I managed to penetrate to page 209 of The Aforementioned Monster, at which point there is an indication of plot afoot! There are kings and conspiracies and secret alchemical labs, which delights me. The Ceremonial Chucking of the Book at an Unfortunate Object will, therefore, be postponed.

Kansas makes me want to barf.

That is all.

:EDIT: I have just ordered a button machine. This has made me feel slightly better about things. But still. Kansas is chock full of ass.