The soup made from the leftover turkey legs was a huge success. A reminder for next time, though; even if the bones and tendons and such are going to be part of it for the broth, pull the meat off beforehand. Don't just drop whole drumsticks in the crock pot. It's much harder to get it off there when it's too hot to hold.

wolven has been laid out by surprise-SARS. Or something. He managed to find someone to take his shift tomorrow, but by the time it had become more than an annoying maybe-thing that wouldn't go away, anywhere that might help was closed. I don't think it helped that he was freaking out, trying to find that replacement, and that his mom was freaking out because he's sick, but after we took care of the cats, ran around town trying to find an open Minute Clinic or similar, and stopped at the Kroger for a couple of things, he pretty much just ate a little soup and steamed himself in the shower before passing out.

I'm avoiding going to bed because, well, he's sick. And I don't want to sleep downstairs because downstairs is cold. Although I guess should be okay if I face away from him. I have a feeling that what he's got is an elevated form of the coughing almost-thing I had a week or so ago.

Was woken early today. I don't think I can keep myself up much longer.

• 18:12 Happiness is brand new sheets! #
• 18:28 @thirtyseven I enjoy the movie Elf. #
• 18:42 Turkey sammich. #

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It's funny how one small thing can lead to something really big. Or sorta big. Today we decided that we had had enough of our crappy HP Printer (actually, we made that decision a couple of weeks ago) so we checked the BLACK FRIDAY ads yesterday and found a decently priced printer that got good reviews. arkham4269 went out bought our shiny new printer this morning and brought it home. We determined it would not fit under our desk where our old printer sat so we started on a massive (and long overdue) re-organization of our office. I am now sitting in a room scattered with random boxes, piles of papers, and a file cabinet that needs a home. We are taking a break from the mess and I found this meme and stole it from dryad271.

( Cut for those who STILL hate memes )

Here's a picture of Grendel.

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From here.

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Kathryn,

I'm so thankful you shared
your last ten years with me,
loved so fiercely and wildly,
made me all these wonderful friends,
danced so beautifully,
encouraged so many,
shared so many good times,
tried to lead by example,
dreamed dreams and realized many

Beautiful feast of life and love,
the lingering taste is so sweet,
and I am so grateful.

I hope everybody had a good Thanksgiving. I spent the day with Gitta and Mom. I cooked the turkey, mashed potatoes and stuffing (the latter two from a boxed mix, of course) and Gitta brought asparagus and made a really yummy pumpkin mousse!

It was darn good eatin'!

And I was flattered that Gitta actually took some of my turkey home with her! That is high praise ineed!

After we ate I actually got Gitta to watch the DVD of Ed Wood! I figured it was time, since she saw the Rifftrax presentation of Plan 9 from Outer Space last month. She enjoyed it for the most part and we even watched all the extras!

I am trying to keep today as low-key as possible. I had to do some grocery shopping this morning, so I went to Aldi which, I am sure, was the only store that was not crowded today. In fact, I think there were probably fewer than 20 people in the place. I bought another box of stuffing and also a can of cranberry sauce for a nice dinner of leftovers tonight.

It was rather warm for Thanksgiving yesterday but today it feels like winter, with cold wind and snow flurries. It's a good day to stay in, drink coffee, play on the computer, read and watch movies.

( Late but still awesome. Thanksgiving night flowchart. )

Post-thanksgiving was traditionally, before I moved here, a night for stupid adventure with a bunch of equally restless post-dinner friends. So, appropriate.

Okay, if I've tried to talk to you on Google Wave, you've responded, and not heard from me in over a week, it's because my computer is 'speshul', and it's only recently behaving again with the Google Wave. It *was* freezing and crashing on that page before it could even load conversations, when I tried to use it. I think a recent Java or Firefox update helped it behave.

I have invites. Eight of them. Let me know if you missed out on wolven's set. I'm too lazy to divide them between here & Twitter like he did.

Plans to hide from Black Friday aren't quite happening. Groceries are needed, and kitties need to be fed and taken care of. Two leftover turkey drumsticks, as well as many leftover potatoes and mushrooms, are going into the crockpot with more veggies and some hot stuff tonight (red peppers, chili powder, etc.) and getting turned into spicy stew.

I dreamed of living in something like The Village, but one with a much simpler kind of trickery in which they either forced you to pay exorbitant prices for water, to have a garden, or for the produce required to stay healthy. So, 'Whole Foods' The Village'? Of discussing with someone how to pirate water, enough to keep plants from drying up within a day in the desert.

Trying not to vent about spite-filled, passive aggressive people here. It's not my workplace, it's wolven's, but it's been stuck in my mind, and the early-PMS apathetic and mopey me is morphing into the later-PMS more driven and aggressive me. So, you know, any punching bag in a storm, but deserving ones first.

Been delving into the history of patent medicines, apothecaries, pharmacy and the medical profession regulations of the U.S. for the 1800s and the 1900s. Seeing some strong correlations in the occult practices and the evolution of such. Just a matter of digging out some more details and obtaining a couple store time lines but getting ready to pull it together.

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New story coagulating. It's a big one. Reading By Moonlight is still grinding along in fits and starts, and I'm grateful that I'm under no particular pressure to finish any of these lengthy tales in a specific timeframe. After reading greygirlbeast's blog too long I don't think that's where I want to be right now. Yes, I write. Yes, I want to write. No, I don't think I want to be in a place of having to write, year in, year out, whether I feel like it or not, forcing myself through story upon story because my living depends on it. Not now.

Anyway. A new story. Two of them perhaps, mirrors, different windows onto the same event. They will be separate narratives, and probably kept that way, rather than merged into a single story from alternating angles. But these things never go as I think they will. Reading By Moonlight isn't. I thought it was a story I've been wanting to tell for ten-ish years, and it quickly turned out to be something entirely different. That story is still hanging about in the wings. This new one isn't it, but it still has similarities. No, that's wrong. It has commonalities.

There is a longicorn beetle on the TV unit. I think it wandered in to get out of the rain a few days ago. They do that here, this isn't the first. Little ones, though for all I know this may be the same one from several months ago. I do hope it's not an indication that the house is rotting. Longicorns like damp, rotting wood. They have big mandibles for crunching it down. They're splendid and sort of intimidating-looking yet totally harmless and good-natured. I've never met a mean longicorn, though truth to tell I've not met many.

It's wiggling its antennae around wildly, and just took flight for a few moments. The back door is wide open, I hope it can find its way out. I don't want to harm it in a rescue attempt. I worry about breaking one of its splendid long antennae. It seems quite fond of the cornice, and I worry again that the house might be rotting. It won't be my problem if the house is rotting because they've more or less told us we're to leave in January. Not a great time to move, but move we must. Straight after Christmas and Woodford, not sure how they think three students will be able to afford to move in January, but realistically I don't think they actually care.

Damien Hirst distresses me. Not in a groovy, challenges my boundaries, provocative art way. In a ponies in vats of formaldehyde is just horrible way.

NSP: Rights, does anybody know their rights? You see, I’ve learned something today. Our forefathers came to this country because they believed in an idea, an idea called freedom. They wanted to leave in a place where you couldn’t be prosecuted for your beliefs – where a person could live the way he chooses to live. You see us as being perverted because we’re different from you; people are afraid of us because they don’t understand, and sometimes it’s easier to persecute than to understand.
Kyle: Dude, you have sex with children.
NSP: We are human. Most of us didn’t even choose to be attracted to young boys. We were born that way. We can’t help the way we are and if you all can’t understand that, well, then, I guess you’ll just have to put us away.
Kyle: Dude! You have SEX with CHILDREN.
Stan: Yeah, you know we believe in equality for everybody and tolerance and all that gay stuff, but dude, fuck you.

I'm sure that whole South Park quote could be rewritten about art and putting ponies in vats of formaldehyde, but as if I'm doing that. You get the idea. I believe in artistic freedom and edginess and pushing boundaries and challenging people with your art and all that gay stuff, but dude, fuck you. You kill ponies.