Feb. 26th, 2014

No word yet on Damien the Mystery Disease. Supposedly I'll hear tomorrow; I think it would be today except the doctor doesn't work Wednesdays. Or possibly not, I don't know how medicine works. Give me the pills, I will take them.

ANYWAY in the meantime I've posted a coda to a fanfic -- Hard Rock Swing (the one where Tony is only seventeen when he becomes Iron Man, and Steve is eight years older than him) now has an epilogue set a few years later. With arts by Ironfries, for whom the original story was written!

Sad news I'm not sure I shared with you guys, but Dalek Suck, my beloved Roomba, has gone to the great repair shop in the sky. He was a refurbished first-generation roomba I got for like $150, so he has paid for himself in the past five years, but he is no more. Good news is, I managed to find ANOTHER refurbished robot vacuum on sale, of a brand that is supposedly better than Roomba, so this weekend we will be inaugurating the reign of the new robot vacuum from Neato, name pending.

All things must pass. The robot is dead, long live the robot!
Sam: *answers phone* This is Sam!
Vendor: Hey, Sam! It's Joe from Research Product. How are you?
Sam: Joe, I can barely hear you -- let me check my volume, hang on.
Vendor: OH. SAM, HI, SORRY.
Sam: Yes. Yes, I can hear you now...*turns volume down hastily*
Vendor: Sorry, I have a headset, I miiiight have had the microphone flipped up over my head.
Sam: I've been there.

Joe is my favourite, because he's just slightly worse at his job than I am.

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