I can has internet?

Back in California, where I have at long last been reunited with my copy of The Perilous Gard. I really hope it snows (yes, I live in one of those parts of CA now). It is certainly cold enough to snow in my bedroom. Where the hell did I put my fingerless gloves?

Oh. Here they are.

What have I neglected to post recently? Well, I'm afraid it's a jumble of books, the Ritter Sport chronicles, and more books, interrupted briefly by cute guys and strange incidents. To wit:

Monday, 3 December 2007
Ritter Sport flavor of the day: Jamaica Rum Trüffle. Mmm, tasty. The rum tang takes some getting used to, but not all that much. Still, I may be hallucinating drippy sounds now... oh wait, no, that’s the ROOF OF MY BATHROOM LEAKING WTF.

I have not bought cold-weather boots, but I have bought jeans of stupendous hotness, because all my other trousers are suddenly too big. Not sure whether to make a smiley or a frowney. It is incredibly difficult to find clothing neither Petite nor Above Average here. What is with this country? eta: okay, now the jeans of stupendous hotness are also too big. Curse the comfortable yet inevitably baggy stretchiness of stretchy jeans!

To follow up the last post re: cell phone stuff, I finally gave up and found an actual store where I could buy an actual airtime topup card, which is not actually an actual card but an expensive PIN. The plus side is that I had an hour and a half of very expensive cell phone time, and that I whiled away a long time in line talking to a hot Australian guy. That’s “hot Australian guy” as in “looks a hell of a lot like a mid-20s Australian Ewan McGregor”.

Self? One week before you leave the country is not a good time to be encountering vast quantities of male hotness. Wah.

( You guys, the sea monster throws up all over the winged sandals! )

I can has internet?

Back in California, where I have at long last been reunited with my copy of The Perilous Gard. I really hope it snows (yes, I live in one of those parts of CA now). It is certainly cold enough to snow in my bedroom. Where the hell did I put my fingerless gloves?

Oh. Here they are.

What have I neglected to post recently? Well, I'm afraid it's a jumble of books, the Ritter Sport chronicles, and more books, interrupted briefly by cute guys and strange incidents. To wit:

Monday, 3 December 2007
Ritter Sport flavor of the day: Jamaica Rum Trüffle. Mmm, tasty. The rum tang takes some getting used to, but not all that much. Still, I may be hallucinating drippy sounds now... oh wait, no, that’s the ROOF OF MY BATHROOM LEAKING WTF.

I have not bought cold-weather boots, but I have bought jeans of stupendous hotness, because all my other trousers are suddenly too big. Not sure whether to make a smiley or a frowney. It is incredibly difficult to find clothing neither Petite nor Above Average here. What is with this country? eta: okay, now the jeans of stupendous hotness are also too big. Curse the comfortable yet inevitably baggy stretchiness of stretchy jeans!

To follow up the last post re: cell phone stuff, I finally gave up and found an actual store where I could buy an actual airtime topup card, which is not actually an actual card but an expensive PIN. The plus side is that I had an hour and a half of very expensive cell phone time, and that I whiled away a long time in line talking to a hot Australian guy. That’s “hot Australian guy” as in “looks a hell of a lot like a mid-20s Australian Ewan McGregor”.

Self? One week before you leave the country is not a good time to be encountering vast quantities of male hotness. Wah.

( You guys, the sea monster throws up all over the winged sandals! )