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It's taken much too long to get it right.
Sep. 12th, 2005 04:32 pmI went on AIM last night, for the first time in yonks, and ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xiota protested at the lack of non-birthday content.
It's not that nothing's been going on in my life, it's just that I'm not sure how to string it together into some semblance of a coherent narrative. Last Thursday, I got Mage: The Awakening, completing my trifecta of nWOD games (and making me want to get the Guardians of the Veil order-book when it comes out in March or so, on account of them having a possible counterpart to the Paths of Fate in the form of the Masque). It's possible thathooper_x will have his PoF results to me by then, hint hint. Stranger things have happened.
This morning, I saw a guy in my local paper's anonymous call-in section saying you never saw the kind of hatred directed at Bill Clinton that you see directed at George W. Bush. All I have to say is, where the
This afternoon, after three barely-successful attempts, none of which even got me off the Orientation Island, I decided that my current computer is just not capable of handling the Second Life client. Remind me to cancel the account, and to try again in 90 days' time or when I have a better computer, whichever comes last.
On July 28, I corralled our cat and took him to a kennel up in Shippensburg, preparatory to leaving the following day to join my parents in Scotland. On August 9, we got home, to find a call from the kennel informing us that on the 3rd, he'd succumbed to the feline diabetes that our vet had assured us was no danger to the little attention-suck's life. The 'rents wanted to have him put down pre-emptively before he left, rather than have him die among strangers, until that veterinary reassurance came down. Even if I'd known what was coming, though, I don't know if I could have exchanged one certain death for another. Does that make me a monster, or just human?
xiota protested at the lack of non-birthday content.It's not that nothing's been going on in my life, it's just that I'm not sure how to string it together into some semblance of a coherent narrative. Last Thursday, I got Mage: The Awakening, completing my trifecta of nWOD games (and making me want to get the Guardians of the Veil order-book when it comes out in March or so, on account of them having a possible counterpart to the Paths of Fate in the form of the Masque). It's possible that
hooper_x will have his PoF results to me by then, hint hint. Stranger things have happened.This morning, I saw a guy in my local paper's anonymous call-in section saying you never saw the kind of hatred directed at Bill Clinton that you see directed at George W. Bush. All I have to say is, where the
FUCKITY DUCK
did he spend the eight-year period that began January 20, 1993? In a cave? On an asteroid? In another solar system? (In fairness to him, I must admit, I don't know that he personally ever described our 42nd President as "a psychotic rapist whose hatred of America has demonstrated time and again that he has only one thought in mind and that is to destroy it", as one letter-writer in Mississippi did.)This afternoon, after three barely-successful attempts, none of which even got me off the Orientation Island, I decided that my current computer is just not capable of handling the Second Life client. Remind me to cancel the account, and to try again in 90 days' time or when I have a better computer, whichever comes last.
On July 28, I corralled our cat and took him to a kennel up in Shippensburg, preparatory to leaving the following day to join my parents in Scotland. On August 9, we got home, to find a call from the kennel informing us that on the 3rd, he'd succumbed to the feline diabetes that our vet had assured us was no danger to the little attention-suck's life. The 'rents wanted to have him put down pre-emptively before he left, rather than have him die among strangers, until that veterinary reassurance came down. Even if I'd known what was coming, though, I don't know if I could have exchanged one certain death for another. Does that make me a monster, or just human?
