damn, I'm good!
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lavandarlizard2In a sort of crafty-geeky way, that is. ^____^
Trying to shuffle the kid's bedroom around for more efficient use of space; this is not easy because it's like a magic tile puzzle in there. Move a little here to be able to move a little there. =p Anyway, I told him to haul out some unlabeled plastic bins and I'd see what could be done with those. First one turns out to be holiday decorations. I don't decorate these days - I have cats who consider that stuff a challenge - but it's collector stuff and some of it goes back 50 years, so it stays. I slapped a label on it and moved on to the next bin. O_O;; Holy weasel! I find *THREE* completed afghans. I'd forgotten all about them. ^___^ Labeled that bin. Next bin has a partially-completed afghan, a pair of religiously raggedy jeans, four books and a bundle of pillowcases and a fitted bedsheet. O_o Well, okay. Laundry tomorrow, so that's great timing. Two of the books and the jeans go in the Goodwill pile. The afghan gets examined and set aside. Oh, it even had its crochet hook with it. O_O The fourth bin has another pair of jeans and a lumpy, but serviceable travel pillow; both go on the pile for Goodwill. It also has three more UFAs. Two of them have about a week apiece of work left to finish them. ^___^ The third is a color of yarn that I know is no longer made; I'll be frogging that one to use the yarn somewhere else. Final results: two empty bins. ^____^ At least until the three afghans are finished. I feel so stinking productive. ^____~
And down here we have more BFB. Oddly enough, I think I want a pet demon. O_o;;
“How *dare* you come here!” Inazuma spat. Farquahar backed up a pace and hunched in on himself, wringing his paws together.
“Wait a minute…” I began, but Inazuma wasn’t listening.
“You tried to kill us!”
“But that wasn’t my fault! Wizard Q said it was a spell! Everyone knows I’m not a good demon!”
“Zuma…”
“You may have the Humans fooled but not me!”
“I don’t –“
“Vile creature!”
“Dammit! Stop that!” Holy weasel snot. Will *no one* let me deal with my own demons?! “Inazuma! What the fuck?! Did Heero give you instructions again?!” I swiveled around and grabbed his arm, shoving him back across the room and down onto the loveseat. “Stand the hell *down*!” I ordered, glaring down at him. He stared back, wide-eyed. I guess he isn’t as used to my tantrums as he thought he was. I snorted derisively and went back to the door.
Farquahar had managed to turn himself into a large, lumpy, stinky ball in my hallway. I sighed. Not exactly the visitor I would have chosen, but what the hell. Not like I was being terribly productive anyway. We needed to do something about the smell though. I didn’t want that in my room.
“Sorry, Farq. Inazuma still has some issues with you shooting Wufei. It was pretty rude, even with the spell.”
“I know,” he mumbled from somewhere in the lump. “I just wanted to come see you, because you were kind to me…”
Fuck. “Yeah, I know. I guess I just have a soft spot for the weak and gormless. Um… Can you change to your… um… human form? The smell…”
“I’m not supposed to when I’m here. Mistress Witch will be pissed.”
“I’ll tell her I asked you to. If she has a problem, she can take it to Q.”
Trying to shuffle the kid's bedroom around for more efficient use of space; this is not easy because it's like a magic tile puzzle in there. Move a little here to be able to move a little there. =p Anyway, I told him to haul out some unlabeled plastic bins and I'd see what could be done with those. First one turns out to be holiday decorations. I don't decorate these days - I have cats who consider that stuff a challenge - but it's collector stuff and some of it goes back 50 years, so it stays. I slapped a label on it and moved on to the next bin. O_O;; Holy weasel! I find *THREE* completed afghans. I'd forgotten all about them. ^___^ Labeled that bin. Next bin has a partially-completed afghan, a pair of religiously raggedy jeans, four books and a bundle of pillowcases and a fitted bedsheet. O_o Well, okay. Laundry tomorrow, so that's great timing. Two of the books and the jeans go in the Goodwill pile. The afghan gets examined and set aside. Oh, it even had its crochet hook with it. O_O The fourth bin has another pair of jeans and a lumpy, but serviceable travel pillow; both go on the pile for Goodwill. It also has three more UFAs. Two of them have about a week apiece of work left to finish them. ^___^ The third is a color of yarn that I know is no longer made; I'll be frogging that one to use the yarn somewhere else. Final results: two empty bins. ^____^ At least until the three afghans are finished. I feel so stinking productive. ^____~
And down here we have more BFB. Oddly enough, I think I want a pet demon. O_o;;
“How *dare* you come here!” Inazuma spat. Farquahar backed up a pace and hunched in on himself, wringing his paws together.
“Wait a minute…” I began, but Inazuma wasn’t listening.
“You tried to kill us!”
“But that wasn’t my fault! Wizard Q said it was a spell! Everyone knows I’m not a good demon!”
“Zuma…”
“You may have the Humans fooled but not me!”
“I don’t –“
“Vile creature!”
“Dammit! Stop that!” Holy weasel snot. Will *no one* let me deal with my own demons?! “Inazuma! What the fuck?! Did Heero give you instructions again?!” I swiveled around and grabbed his arm, shoving him back across the room and down onto the loveseat. “Stand the hell *down*!” I ordered, glaring down at him. He stared back, wide-eyed. I guess he isn’t as used to my tantrums as he thought he was. I snorted derisively and went back to the door.
Farquahar had managed to turn himself into a large, lumpy, stinky ball in my hallway. I sighed. Not exactly the visitor I would have chosen, but what the hell. Not like I was being terribly productive anyway. We needed to do something about the smell though. I didn’t want that in my room.
“Sorry, Farq. Inazuma still has some issues with you shooting Wufei. It was pretty rude, even with the spell.”
“I know,” he mumbled from somewhere in the lump. “I just wanted to come see you, because you were kind to me…”
Fuck. “Yeah, I know. I guess I just have a soft spot for the weak and gormless. Um… Can you change to your… um… human form? The smell…”
“I’m not supposed to when I’m here. Mistress Witch will be pissed.”
“I’ll tell her I asked you to. If she has a problem, she can take it to Q.”
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Date: 2009-06-14 03:01 am (UTC)You are productive!! I am impressed as I am not very productive as yet...
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Date: 2009-06-14 03:35 am (UTC)Considering how fantastic I am at avoiding that room... and the garage. O_o You can be impressed the day I can finally walk more than two feet into the garage. I may have to post pictures. ^____^
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Date: 2009-06-14 03:08 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-14 03:36 am (UTC)^____^
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Date: 2009-06-14 05:23 pm (UTC)And poor Farquahar, even frightened of the elf. Although Zuma did seem a bit formidable.
As for wanting a demon....NOT it they smell!
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Date: 2009-06-15 03:05 am (UTC)It's actually good that Farq is afraid of Inazuma; Elves have a good bit of power and it gets stronger as they get older. And they don't like demons. O.o If Farq is properly meek, then maybe Zuma won't try to destroy him later. ^__~
(like Duo would allow that) *snort!*
It'd have to stay in 'disguise'; they don't stink in disguise. ^__^
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Date: 2009-06-16 05:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-16 08:26 pm (UTC)^___^
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Date: 2009-06-16 09:36 pm (UTC)*dies* XD
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Date: 2009-06-16 09:48 pm (UTC)The hamster that brought me that got to wear the little crown for a week and extra time on the wheel. ^__~
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Date: 2009-06-16 11:27 pm (UTC)Fic production and clean production? Show off! ^o^
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Date: 2009-06-16 11:35 pm (UTC)Only the one crown and he only gets it for a week. ^____^ Keeps them working.
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Date: 2009-06-17 01:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-17 02:46 am (UTC)^_____^ *snerk!*
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Date: 2009-06-17 03:13 am (UTC)Samuel Taylor Coleridge, from the poem Kubla Khan. Really, that's exactly what I imagine. :-D
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Date: 2009-06-17 03:17 am (UTC)That reminds me of Merula's Library fic... O_o
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Date: 2009-06-18 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-18 01:32 am (UTC)