Kaymyth

Southern mosquitoes are populous. Northern mosquitoes are the size of sparrows.

Is this garage a place that you trust? I hate to say it, but there are a lot of unscrupulous places who will gleefully take advantage of a lone woman bringing in a car and make up a bunch of expensive repairs that don't actually need to be done.

General costume concept: take Zelda from Twilight Princess and recast her into Link's role. So, tunic, shield, Master Sword in a different color scheme. Instead of the hat she's wearing her crown. Self-rescuing princess ahoy! Nah, he's saying that you need to reprogram the potential significant other to already like you. Note: this only works on computer-based lifeforms.

Oh, I'm going with all of them. A different costume for each day.

OK, we are officially a month out from JordanCon. No Brandon this year, but other members of Team Sanderson will be in attendance. I am now in costume planning mode! What to wear, what to wear? I'm going with one new costume this year, two already-existing. Friday: Mistborn costume. This will be my new one; I have some ideas on how to assemble my mistcloak. Saturday: Victorian Twilight Sparkle (I never did get the hat done last year; I think I can have it ready for this.) Sunday: Zelda: Warrior Princess (Since my hair is short now, I will be adding a wig to this ensemble. And a friend is going to be 3D-printing me a new set of Zelda hair baubles, cause the ones I made out of Sculpey are just too heavy and hard to attach.)

There...are a couple of ponds within a mile or two? Our metro area is really about the closest major city to the center of the continental United States. Those gulls (or their progenitors) had to travel a long way to get here. I mean, maybe they followed waterways farther and farther inland, but the closest turn of the Kansas River is about 8 miles away. The Missouri River is about twice that distance.

We have a small flock of seagulls that hang out nearby. I live in Kansas. Those seagulls are very, very lost.

I mean when it really comes down to it, are we so egocentric as a people that we can't stand to conceive of a fantasy universe in which our world doesn't exist?

Hee. Well, they just made me not near-sighted anymore. My color vision already works just fine. Though there is a 25% chance that I'm a red-green colorblindness carrier.

So! Lasik happened! Beware, for I describe things here that some people might find squicky: They gave me prescriptions for lots of drops. I've got an anti-inflammatory, an antibiotic, and artificial tears. The most discomfort afterwards is caused by dryness; it'll be a while before my eyes don't need help with that anymore. It's been amazing how quickly things have changed; I went in for my post-op checkup on Saturday morning and they cleared me to drive. I got most of the 20/20 letters and even a couple of the 20/15 ones - and by that evening I was seeing way more clearly than the morning checkup. Oh, and incidentally, those anti-inflammatory drops about ten minutes after I apply them cause this weird metallic taste in the back of my mouth. It sounds crazy, but it's true; all that stuff is connected back there. I told the doc, and he grinned and said that's how I know they're working. Now I know how a Mistborn must feel when they swallow badly and get their metals stuck in the back of their throat. Blech; at least I'm done with the medicated drops after a week. The artificial tears I use as long as I need them. But I can see now! Really really well! Guys, Lasik is wizard science.

Dreamed last night that I was having to give testimony in a trial about somebody who robbed a nonexistent store that I worked at. Only the prosecuting attorneys seemed to think that I had been injured in said robbery and were going to be asking me questions about it, and I hadn't actually been hurt. But somebody else had who they hadn't subpoenaed, so I made sure he knew about the court date so he could be there. And I showed up to court wearing a t-shirt and jeans, and I looked at myself and said, "What the heck, self? You wouldn't do that." And that little spark of conscious thought snuck in a lucid moment and retconned me into being dressed appropriately. And that was about it. Had another dream about going out for dinner and having the hardest damnation time finding an actual menu. Some of the crew from Leverage were somehow involved and my car was stuck in a basement for no particular reason.

Welp. Apparently while I was out getting my eyeballs lasered into actually being good at seeing, I became a God of Color. Yay?

Your avatar pic looks like Admiral Ackbar and Groot had a love child.

Until my eyeballs are lasered into having good vision!

T-minus three hours until

Enjoy the experience! He's a really nice guy. The newest Legend of Zelda game. They really kicked it up a few levels with this one; the game is fantastic.

Well, remember that your body is fueling an organic supercomputer sitting snug and happy inside your skull. Your brain runs on actual electricity. So your body has to take food and turn it into biochemical electrical impulses, and that takes some doing.

My free time is being devoured by Breath of the Wild. ...I'm not even the one playing it. (Sometimes my advice is even helpful to James. There've been a few times where he would've flailed around for an hour if I hadn't helped him.)

I rather enjoy shocking all of my fellow JordanCon goers whenever I tell them I haven't read Wheel of Time. I have some very weird ideas of what constitutes fun.

Yes, the Deadpool movies are in the X-Men movie continuity, which is separate and distinct from the MCU continuity.

Eh...probably nay. It's likely to be pretty politically charged, and that seems to be the one subject realm that the Shard can't handle. This just isn't the place. On FB, though...heh. I shared a post a couple weeks ago, expressing my anger at a racially-motivated shooting in my town. The post I shared hit the trending feed, and thus my share was accessible to zounds of people. I had some fun for a few days. Hee. I somehow manage to get blocked by cremholes instead. I think they can't handle it when I'm happier about their trolling than they are.

My inner crem-stirring core is warring with my responsible Moderator hat. (Seriously, I think most of you would be a wee bit astonished to see me unfiltered. Illusions would be shattered.)

Well, you'd probably have to add me on Facebook and point me to the thread, but... Oh. You meant help you stop. Sorry, I am of no help to you there.

You get BEES! *inserts a bumblebee nest*

Moving this to the General Sanderson board.