Captain's Log: Star Date day 1. Again.

My goal is to get both my inboxes below 300 messages by the start of the weekend.

I might just make it.

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I thought about doing that "100 things about me" post that's going around, but I ended up deleting it by the time I got to 10. If you don't know it, it's either because it's boring and trivial, or it's because wild ocelots couldn't drag it out of me in public. If it's none of those things, I've probably already bored people with all the details wilst pished.

If there is stuff you want to know, ask me. If you buy me a beer, I might even tell you the answer.

[Warning: Questions intended to evoke a coy response will get you an honest answer. I do flirting like bricks do swimming. And my grasp of tact is about as good. Contents may be under pressure. Some limitations apply.]

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I feel like utter ass today for some reason. Couldn't be the three beers I had last night, could it?

In spite of that, I'm in a remarkably good mood. I have a ton of shit to do, I have a plan and a goal, I have fiendishly clever allies, and I will be your Evil Overlord.

Fear not little people, for I am a benevolent ruler. Everyone will have housing and health care, and the only people who will die horribly will be the ones who Really Piss Me Off. And 50_ft_queenie will get a pony.

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Somebody sent me a copy of Deathboy's cover of Mad World and now it's stuck on my head on endless repeat. It's a good song though, so I don't really mind. And a vast improvement over the Badger Song, which I have been singing at work for the last three days.

Loudly.

With the arm motions.

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I have a purple egg on my knee and a couple of matching bruises on the heels of each hand, courtesy of a gravity storm that came out of nowhere while I was walking to emulsional's place the other day.

I'm pretty resilient, but still, this falling down shit is getting a little old. Next incarnation I'm coming back as somebody with coordination.

[Now I have this vision of myself in the body shop negotiating for the model I'm going to get. I'm asking for something sturdy, but the salesman is showing off the new imports. "Look, this model is new in stock, long legs, big tits -- sure, you'll tip over a lot, but you'll get to have sex with a lot of people in your life."]

Hrm.

OK, maybe this one isn't so bad.

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After money discussions with the_axel last night, the prospect of Whitby has suddenly risen to a chance slightly above absolute zero.

This prospect currently has my undivided attention.

I mean, shit on toast, Deathboy, Goteki, The Chaos Engine, Faith & The Muse, Eris, Chaos... I should be there, dammit!

I just have to give up eating, drinking and buying absolutely anything for the next six months. I may take up smoking just so I can give that up too.

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Fuck, gotta go get ready for work.

I need a new job.