( TW Spoilage )

New York Times, June 23, 1907. Armed with “squirt guns” full of acid, the bourgeoisie of Alliance, Ohio, terrorizes a camp meeting of glossolaliac holy rollers. Why? Who the hell knows? It’s all part of life’s rich pageantry.

Now that's religious persecution.

Powder Made Him Wriggle and Sweat. The world in the early 1900s was a very, very strange place.

For more old school crazy, check out The Hope Chest. It's one of the few blogs I still make a point of keeping up with, in my limited spare time. Check out "the unwritten law" and the "jazz panic" articles!

OMG. They're doing a Ten Doctors special for this year's CIN.

Also, why did nobody tell me Martin Shaw of Inspector George Gently is Doyle from the Professionals? You're all fired.

Did some planting last evening, had a bit of food, and then was out like a light. If it wasn't for my cell phone alarm, I'd still be asleep. *is super groggy* I had a very extended dream about the X-Files being brought back, and there were big effects-heavy sequences and it wasn't crap, and there was an interview with someone who wasn't Chris Carter saying they'd pissed off the composers union for the first new season and that's why there wasn't any music. And my dream self went "ohhh, of course!"

The alarm went off just as Mulder was about to invisibly jump a crazy guy with a lot of weaponry in the middle of a holodeck-style room. Now I'll never know what happens!

Current Mood: groggy

Went to Lowe's for new coconut baskets for my hanging flowers, and ended up buying a whole bunch of new plants. A mix of perennials and annuals, lots of pretty. I'll be planting them over the week as time allows. MOAR FLOWERS. I will not be satisfied until you can no longer see the ground.

Also, snowgrouse: there will be daisies.

Art deco Daleks from the 1934 Chicago World's Fair. Even the font is Whovian.

Current Mood: silly

All right, who broke the internet?!

Baby Fennec Foxes Debut at Tokyo Zoo -- Too much goddamn cute. EARS.

This is what Dad always wanted? -- Nudist camp Paradise Valley Resort says: Incest is best!

In other news: need more Tums.

Current Mood: nauseous

As if the moths and tiny ants were not enough, a blackbird just had a fly around inside my house. My dad had cut a hole in the ceiling to investigate the leak (still not fixed, btw) and the bird wiggled in through that through some circuitous route. I managed to get it out the back door with minor broom pokeage, but it had already managed to poop on my floor, windowsill, and one set of venetian blinds. That's gratitude for you! It could have least eaten some moths for me before it went.

I have a few Western Digital MyBooks, bought with the intent to use for backup. Which I started doing, but then got annoyed by the way the MyBook drives would noisily power up every time I looked at my hard drive index. So today I disassembled them and got the bare drives out of their cases. I've got the DW drive backup done, and I'm doing the next batch now, via my Thermaltake Blacx. Hot-swappable SATA, with no weird vibrational noise? We have a winner.

I also got a bunch of hard drive boxes, for storage.

Over the years I've tried using RAID arrays for backup protection, several times. And every damn time, I end up with a corrupted RAID array. This is from several different manufacturers over 5-10 years. So now that there are cheap 1TB drives, I'm just going to make multiple copies using a bunch of TB drives. No fuss, no corrupted arrays. And I can finally get some copies off-site, in case of disaster.

Current Mood: geeky

Too all people who post spoilery photos photos without a LJ-Cut:

Fuck you, fuck you, and fuck you.

Current Mood: angry

I wrote something postable! It's short, and not a massive epic which takes months to write, which is why. No warnings, just a slice of character stuff.

Epilogue
Part 1/1
Ten/Master, PG
Summary: On a desert planet, after the end of an adventure.
Beta: snowgrouse
All my other DW fic.


( The wind whipped up, shivering through the vents of his sleeves. )

Fireflies eat snails?! What fresh madness is this?

Wiki says: "The larvae of most species are specialized predators and feed on other larvae, terrestrial snails, and slugs. Some are so specialized that they have grooved mandibles which deliver digestive fluids directly to their prey."

(I am now officially freaked out by fireflies. This is so wrong.)

On the other hand, eat up, fireflies! Snails are the devil incarnate in slime.

Last night I dreamed Hugh Laurie was my dad, and he pissed off a bunch of ninjas at a funeral.

This morning I am still, sadly, stiff as a board from pickaxing the garden for four hours straight. I feel I have all the fine motor coordination of a log. Need moar advil.

Current Mood: sore

Oh no! minotaurs died last night of a heart attack. :-( I just got an email about it from the con.txt mailing list.

He was such a great guy. I used to get together with him for lunches as part of the San Diego slashers group, and of course before that he made several terrific fannish resources. I'm going to miss him, and fandom will be a poor place without him.

Current Mood: sad

Apparently it's going to rain from Monday to Sunday, so it's very good that I got my planting done today. I have to admit, even I'm getting a little tired if it being constantly raining. This is the weirdest damn June.

I went to the farmer's market and got three full trays of annuals, then got more plants from my favorite grocery/garden center. And then I spent four hours planting. My garden is now stuffed full of flowers, and I will have to take a picture if I can ever find my damned camera. It's kinda English Gardeny, which was the goal. I read about someone basically filling every inch of soil with plants, and was inspired. I finally have a non-embarrassing front garden!

Also, after four hours of gardening, I am exhausted. *collapses*

Current Mood: exhausted

FIOS IS MINE, MINE, BWHAHAHAHAHA!

I'm getting the 20/5 mbps tier. Let the gods of bandwidth tremble.

98% humidity. It's like Florida. Must escape to A/C ASAP.

I was just about to go to bed, when a massive thunderstorm landed on my house, blew out my power, and fried my computer's UPS. Then the power came back. Good: the UPS protected my PC. Bad: the UPS no longer functions.

Looks like this weekend is a trip to Costco for a new UPS.

Current Mood: awake