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No, seriously, what the shit is going on. We haven't even posted anything at the blog and suddenly in about 12 hours we get the kind of number of hits we normally get in an entire 24 hour period. What the shit is this. The weirdest thing is, it's not sourced anywhere that we can find. It's all internal. Implying that it's more inter-office passing the link around than a referring website, which. What the shit. My kingdom for an IP tracker. Or, you know, some way to figure out what the hell just happened.

Booked Altan and Leahy tickets today! Woo! Now I have to go jam my headphones on my head or find youtube or something and listen to Call to Dance on repeat for ages and ages. Because good Irish music, goddammit. Well, Irish and Irish Canadian and so on. But still.

The question of the day seems to be "should I have a professional blog or not." And if so should I make this one friends-only (unlikely to happen), should I duplicate entries, should I do this or that or what am I even doing with this whole public presence thing? Fuck.

... and statement of intent real quick because I just saw the clock and fuck I have to go to work. 1) Code links page and work on Arcana. 2) Line edits. 3) this evening... no, this evening's statements of intent can wait until I get home and see what I've done over the course of the day. I swear I had time management skills when I woke up this morning and now I have no idea where the hell they've gone.

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I think that exercise was more to practice asking someone to speak slower and listening comprehension than anything I could do written. That said, I'm deeply pleased/amused that I understood all the sentences just reading them. Possibly this means I need to sit down and watch Lola Rennt or something and see if I can understand spoken better.

I did go ahead and make me a blog for the website. Something more along the lines of a grown-up blog? I don't even know what the difference is between a blog and this journal, except that this journal has much less thematic, structured blather. And language practices. And dragon eggs. Probably neither of those things will go on the blog. But, I made a blog, put a link to it up on the web page, put links to Murderboarding and the web page up on the blog, and did a first entry. We'll see what happens there. Also did manage to code a link page and toss that up, and now I guess it's time for coding the Arcana page? So tonight's statement of intent will be line edits, doing the Arcana, and working on putting things into coherent form on the Grey Gull until the boy goes to work at which point I'll switch to doing follow-up on Person of Interest, because I suspect there will be Game of Thrones this evening on the TV. Which, you know, is fine, I don't have to use the TV or ignore distractions to write up the Arcana page. Dinner will be fucking takeout because I didn't expect to have to cook for anyone other than me (read, scrounge in the kitchen hey that looks edible) tonight, but game got cancelled. So, fuckit, I was craving crab rangoon anyway.

Tired. And chilled. And tired. Did acquire Fimo for decorating dreamcatchers. It remains to be seen whether Fimo works as well as I remember sculpey working previously. Although now that I think about it, having a small piece of Fimo in my hands while I think at the computer or the netbook could be incredibly beneficial. Must investigate further.

No, all right, self, come on. Get some work done this last hour, and then you can go home and order food and curl up on a warm couch with a warm boyfriend and a warm cat or two and fuck around with words while watching Game of Thrones. Which, I may hate the novel series, and there may be aspects of the story in general that I find deeply troubling, but damned if I don't enjoy the television. (Hating the novel series has more to do with the fact that apparently while I love George R.R. Martin as an editor I cannot stand him as a writer. I barely got through the first third of ... whatever the first Game of Thrones book is. The boy, however, is slowly munching through them. Go figure.)