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So this morning, my plan was to sleep in and then not leave the bed all day.

At seven-thirty, I get a text from R. This is a transcript of our conversation.

R: U up?
Sam: I am now. What's op?

(fucking autocorrect, how does it work?)

R: Want to get coffee and solve the world's problems?
Sam: Can I have a shower first?
R: You don't want to be funky when you win the Nobel Prize.

So I got up and showered and shoved my wallet in my pocket, and off we went to this AWESOME coffee place he just found called Dollop (seriously, Uptowners, Dollop -- have you encountered it? It's fantastic). And we sat around and bullshitted for a while, and I tried to explain Morris dancing to him, and we made plans to form an artist's group. That sounds funny but this is a thing, he was in one a while back that broke up when the founder moved to New York, but it's what lit a fire under him to get his current DJ gig, which is the best thing to happen to him in a long time.

He said one of the facets of the group was "art dates" where you take yourself on a date outside of your comfort zone. "You could really benefit from that!" he said. I LOLed. Given my comfort zone is my bed, EVERYTHING is outside of it. Not that he's wrong.

He then gave me a ten minute monologue about taking a friend's four young kids to the Art Institute, which had me WEEPING with laughter by the end. To sum up, in his own words, "I, uh, I learned a lot."

So anyway, that was good times. And he gave me the book the group is based on, The Artist's Way, which I've encountered before but never really got indepth with, and I gave him Made To Stick and Where The Money Is.

Best conversation of the morning:

R, on the phone: No, they got this fund for wayward folk musicians, it should at least get a roof over his head.
Sam, once he hung up: Okay, Wayward Folk Musicians would be the best punk band name ever.

Then I made toast with apple butter for us and R discovered Apple Butter and asked how I don't just sit at home eating it with a spoon. I said he could have the jar, I'll pick some more up at the Farmstand next week. I imagine it will last about ten minutes in his fridge, maybe thirty if he has to go out for bread.

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This afternoon my toilet broke. I didn't do anything, I just suddenly noticed it was hissing. Toilets aren't supposed to hiss.

So I investigated. As far as I could figure out, the tank was draining as fast as it was filling. I checked the seals, and after one of them spewed black stuff all over my hands, I decided maybe it wasn't the seals. Though I did wonder if there are squids living in my toilet. After the mice and wasps, I wouldn't be wholly shocked.

Anyway, the problem turned out to be with the flush lever, which is rusted so badly it is about to snap in half, and thus keeps slipping out of the output pump. BTW, in case any of you are unduly impressed right now, these are names I have made up, I don't know what the actual bits are called. According to the internet the output pump is actually called a flapper, but mine isn't a flap, it's a pump, so fuck 'em.

The thing to do seemed to be to reinforce the flush lever. I thought this might necessitate ordering sushi, because a chopstick would work perfectly but I didn't have any. I was casting about for duct tape when my eye fell on a Hello Kitty pencil in my pencil mug.

I didn't even know I owned a Hello Kitty pencil. I have no idea where it came from. It might be a magic pencil sent specifically to help me fix my toilet.

At any rate, now my toilet flushes again, with the aid of a Hello Kitty pencil duct taped to the flush lever. Thank you, Hello Kitty!

How is this my life.

Horse Thieves And Mathematicians

Title: Horse Thieves And Mathematicians
Rating: PG-13 (violence, profanity)
Warnings: Some gore.
Summary: Peter was sixteen when he met Reese Hughes for the first time. It may have made an impression.

Part One | Part Two

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Oh look, fanfic!

I keep intending to post this and then forgetting. Seriously, it's been going on since Tuesday. I think part of it is that this story was incredibly hard to write -- it's been in my files since late January. Also it became rather visibly obvious to me, in conversations with neifile7 about this, that I was working through Some Issues with it.

Fortunately I am less troubled by moral greyness than Peter Burke. Anyway.

Title: Horse Thieves And Mathematicians
Rating: PG-13 (violence, profanity)
Warnings: Some gore.
Summary: Peter was sixteen when he met Reese Hughes for the first time. It may have made an impression.

Part One | Part Two