Kaymyth

Actual thing said to one of my coworkers: "This is a REAL business; we don't have any fax machine or e-mail!"

What kind of madman starts a beginning band kid on bassoon?

Because the States are weird. Sure, there are some states where the capital is the largest city, but for many it's not. Usually capitals are placed near-ish the center of the state. Lots were established back when overland travel was a multi-day thing, so having the capital in the middle of the state kept it from putting undue burden on state legislators to come from their hometowns to the capitals for lawmaking sessions. Take Missouri: the capital is Jefferson City, located just south of center. But the St. Louis and Kansas City metro areas are much, much larger. They grew more rapidly for having easy access to the commerce available by being next to major rivers, but they're on either side of the state, making the both rather inconvenient for a capital placement.

I was merely correcting a factual error about the text, not weighing in on either side of the debate. This nose is clean, I tell you!

Point of detail: he didn't actually realize that his boys were going to knock over the tower. He figured that when he told them to flood it, they'd just loosen the pipes in the church or something.

It was a rough year. But...I don't really know what else I was gonna do *but* get through it. Life throws stuff at you, and sometimes it's crappy, and occasionally it sucks beyond the telling of it, but pushing through it is really the only thing you can do.

Yet another cartoonist has managed to capture the personalities of the Kemetic gods quite beautifully: http://inonibird.tumblr.com/post/134742848795/stick-gods-of-egypt-it-looks-precisely-like-the

*raises hand* Me. I...I'd read it.

Well, you can't say I didn't warn you.

So, 2003 is basically thought of in my immediate family as the Year of Hell. There are a few bright spots here and there, because real life just can't manage to be quite that awful, but mostly this is a pretty sad story. People die. So I'm putting it under a spoiler cut to make it easy to skip if you don't want to read it.

Until we get a Shardcon, I think the closest thing in existence is JordanCon. Which I am going to this year. Yes! (I haven't seen it yet, but that's a point of shame for me.)

I believe that you are an excellent candidate to come join the Guild of Arts! (Beware of the cookies. Though if you've been lurking for a year, you probably already know that.)

It's unlikely. Though while I know where some of you are, there are quite a few whose cities of residence are a mystery to me.

Yeah, it's gonna go up in Creator's Corner. It shouldn't be much longer; I'm just in perfectionist mode with this final draft. I'm nervous about it being anything less than flawless.

He's just not used to being alone; he'll adjust. In fact, leaving him alone for shorter periods will actually help. He just needs to understand that you'll come back.

Guys, I need craft foam and contact cement. And....maybe weatherstripping? Or just some vinyl piping? And spray-on plastidip and gold spraypaint. EDIT: Probably go with fabric piping. Spray the plastidip on it, and it'll still be flexible, but paintable to look metal-ish. (I'm working on figuring out the materials needed to build my leg and shoulder armor on the Jean Grey costume.)

Which is totes why you and Twi need to hang when she's on her way to Nawlins.

I doubt you're the only one. Though I only know ThirdGen because I'm the one that hooked him on Sanderson in the first place. Twi is sort of a special case; we haven't actually met in person. We just talk a lot on the Shard and moved on to phone because we're brain twins and all. Why do I not own Cards Against Humanity? More importantly, why do I not have a small horde of drunk friends over here playing it with me right now?

I dunno. Pretty quiet around here. I drunk-texted Twi until I realized that it was easier to type via PM. Well, tipsy-texted. Mostly, my brain is still here, it's just my equilibrium and coordination is frelled. I'm mostly typing OK, though. Just...don't ask to me walk in a straight line. Or word perfectly.

OK, so I am drinking my Bunny Foo Foo now. Only instead of cutting teh kalhua with milk, I cut it with Bailey's. And then there was still more space, so I added more kahlua. This is so much alcohol, gusy. YAY TIPSY KAYMYTH

That was awesome. And I'm enough of a music nerd that I recognized some of those instruments. (She was playing a shawm! IN TUNE! That's amazeballs!)

Well, it's settled then: caucuses suck. I sat there on a set of uncomfortable bleachers for almost three hours. There was a small cadre of obnoxious frat boy types who were seriously annoying the crem out of me, and the whole thing was just unpleasant. Still, Bernie won 75%-24%, so there's that.

It's a thing that's like a primary, only instead of having a nice secret ballot, you have to go to this thing with a bunch of your neighbors and vote publicly. i.e. it's stupid

It doesn't get any better in your 30s. You just get more skilled at looking purposeful in your bumbling.

Dunno yet - registration doesn't start till 1 PM, and it's 9:45. I am going to enjoy not being around people for another few hours, and maybe get my butt in gear and finish commenting on the story I'm supposed to be betaing. Also, one of the weird things about being in my 30s is that sleeping till 9:00 actually FEELS like sleeping in. #adultingisspooky