![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
(no subject)
Feb. 7th, 2009 12:03 pmI'm off to R's, where the internet may still be out. Think of me fondly! I just busted a move on Jack & Ellis and will be posting tonight. SO CLOSE TO DONE OMG.
Feb. 7th, 2009
(no subject)
Feb. 7th, 2009 06:38 pmI am home! What the hell ass balls.
So, R is not a choirboy by any stretch of the imagination (because they don't allow harmonicas in the choir). And he frequently partakes of things I can't talk about on here, not because I have concerns for anyone's children (I don't; I didn't father them, don't expect me to raise them for you) but because I'd rather not discover my journal randomly suspended for talking about illegal drugs. Which he does not do. Oh definitely not. Especially not...grass.
This is just the TIP OF THE ICEBERG, guys.
Anyway, he went over to M's place to buy something we're not talking about, and apparently she's decided to up the quality of her merch or at any rate the price. Now you guys, take a lesson from Big Brother Sam: $70 for 1/8 ounce is fucking ridiculous. So R said he'd rather not, and she threw him out. So he came back to his place, where I'd been hanging out and making icons.
Side note: I'm kind of glad I don't hang out with M and B as much as I used to. B looks kind of strung out every time I see her and M's into some really shady dealings, sexually, and R and I have an active betting pool going on when she's going to get busted for selling things I can't talk about her selling, because she's moved up a few steps in the "how dangerous is the substance I am definitely not selling" ladder.
Eventually, after a few games of Wheel, I asked him, "So, is your internet still out? Do you want me to have a go at fixing it?"
"Oh, I cancelled it," he said. "And the cable's probably going off sometime in the next twenty-four hours."
"So you have no cable, no television at all actually, no internet, and nothing to smoke?" I asked. "What the hell are you going to do all day?"
"Practice harmonica?"
Now, it's not that I think people, in general, can't go without television and the internet. There have been some extremely lame experiments to that effect which miss the point of the internet, but I won't get into those right now. It's more that R is a news junkie. If he doesn't get his Tavis Smiley/Bill Moyers/Daily Show trifecta and can't access Grudge Report or YouTube, I honestly don't know what he'll do. It's all he does. He doesn't have a regular job. He doesn't drink, even. And if he doesn't even have access to mind-altering substances...I'm going to go over there some day next week and find him sitting in his chair staring at a dead television, absently flicking a lighter on and off.
I give him two weeks before he caves.
So, R is not a choirboy by any stretch of the imagination (because they don't allow harmonicas in the choir). And he frequently partakes of things I can't talk about on here, not because I have concerns for anyone's children (I don't; I didn't father them, don't expect me to raise them for you) but because I'd rather not discover my journal randomly suspended for talking about illegal drugs. Which he does not do. Oh definitely not. Especially not...grass.
This is just the TIP OF THE ICEBERG, guys.
Anyway, he went over to M's place to buy something we're not talking about, and apparently she's decided to up the quality of her merch or at any rate the price. Now you guys, take a lesson from Big Brother Sam: $70 for 1/8 ounce is fucking ridiculous. So R said he'd rather not, and she threw him out. So he came back to his place, where I'd been hanging out and making icons.
Side note: I'm kind of glad I don't hang out with M and B as much as I used to. B looks kind of strung out every time I see her and M's into some really shady dealings, sexually, and R and I have an active betting pool going on when she's going to get busted for selling things I can't talk about her selling, because she's moved up a few steps in the "how dangerous is the substance I am definitely not selling" ladder.
Eventually, after a few games of Wheel, I asked him, "So, is your internet still out? Do you want me to have a go at fixing it?"
"Oh, I cancelled it," he said. "And the cable's probably going off sometime in the next twenty-four hours."
"So you have no cable, no television at all actually, no internet, and nothing to smoke?" I asked. "What the hell are you going to do all day?"
"Practice harmonica?"
Now, it's not that I think people, in general, can't go without television and the internet. There have been some extremely lame experiments to that effect which miss the point of the internet, but I won't get into those right now. It's more that R is a news junkie. If he doesn't get his Tavis Smiley/Bill Moyers/Daily Show trifecta and can't access Grudge Report or YouTube, I honestly don't know what he'll do. It's all he does. He doesn't have a regular job. He doesn't drink, even. And if he doesn't even have access to mind-altering substances...I'm going to go over there some day next week and find him sitting in his chair staring at a dead television, absently flicking a lighter on and off.
I give him two weeks before he caves.
(no subject)
Feb. 7th, 2009 07:28 pm![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif){kind=small}
jack_and_ellis has been updated! Chapter forty three in its entirety can be found here. There are a few speeches, a new name, a general, and a march...It strikes me that this book has veered out of the "steampunk" genre pretty considerably. Now it's some kind of weird steampunk-fantasy civil rights romantic epic. With ephemera.
I blame Australia. :D
They're Very Nice Teeth Though.
Feb. 7th, 2009 09:37 pmEither Jack's managed to hack LiveJournal or someone on the staff is spying on us.
A screencap of his profile from a few days ago is Exhibit A in support of these theories*. That advert cannot possibly have been placed there by accident.
Each scenario is equally likely, although I do think that if Jack had hacked LiveJournal there would be more icons-replaced-by-pornography and the Elvis Costello fangroups would have been deleted (Costello knows what he did). On the other hand, if LiveJournal staff are spying on him, that means I might get to go to Russia and investigate. This has many bonuses: chance to act like the suave secret agent I am, cool furry hats with ear flaps, and the opportunity to send someone a postcard with "From Russia With Love" written on the back. Drawbacks: I understand it's very cold in Russia, and I don't like vodka or Chekhov.
I shall have to ask the boss.
* I do not spend much time looking at Jack's profile longingly. Or sighing in pain at his constant flirtation with anything that looks like it might have erogenous zones. Or sadly contemplating a sparkly Hello Kitty pen I may have confiscated from his desk. I would never do that. Except it's Kuromi and she's my favourite.
A screencap of his profile from a few days ago is Exhibit A in support of these theories*. That advert cannot possibly have been placed there by accident.
Each scenario is equally likely, although I do think that if Jack had hacked LiveJournal there would be more icons-replaced-by-pornography and the Elvis Costello fangroups would have been deleted (Costello knows what he did). On the other hand, if LiveJournal staff are spying on him, that means I might get to go to Russia and investigate. This has many bonuses: chance to act like the suave secret agent I am, cool furry hats with ear flaps, and the opportunity to send someone a postcard with "From Russia With Love" written on the back. Drawbacks: I understand it's very cold in Russia, and I don't like vodka or Chekhov.
I shall have to ask the boss.
* I do not spend much time looking at Jack's profile longingly. Or sighing in pain at his constant flirtation with anything that looks like it might have erogenous zones. Or sadly contemplating a sparkly Hello Kitty pen I may have confiscated from his desk. I would never do that. Except it's Kuromi and she's my favourite.