Oogh.

[kittydesade]

The Elf Lord, the Aunt, and I were walking to the car with a quick stop in the library (I am now the proud if temporary owner of Melusine and The Virtu). The Elf Lord decided, and decided to tell us, that he would name the kale they had received from the Farm's gardens Pauline.

Yeah. That's my Elf Lord.

I still find it amusing that my aunt calls me kitty in real actual life, as well. If I've had a long day and am staring across the rooms with my cheek on the desk drooling on my shipping papers she says aww, poor tired kitty. If I am running like a steam train on crack she says I'm a good kitty. Or, you know, even if I'm not and I'm just getting my work done. It's really kind of hilarious because she did this entirely unrelated to anything internet, and based on the fact that when I was four I declared I was a kitty abandoned by her kitty mommy in the Haunted Bus (there was an old rusting school bus over by the Farm. I wonder if it's still there.) and rescued by the farm dog, Gemila. Look, I was four, okay?

So, um. I don't know if anyone remembers (and I know a few of you weren't here for it) that story I wrote a while back, this sort of meta-fiction I wrote about an author writing a novel and so on? The one that I stopped because writing about authors going batshit crazy was driving me batshit crazy? Yeah. I'm picking it up again. How masochistic is that.

God, so tired. Today was a massive day. And I'm pretty sure we're going to hear back from at least one person on something that went out today. There was a guy who emailed in or called in to change his order three times. I'm not certain he even knows what he wants. Oh well. I emailed him to ask "is that your final answer" and he said it was. Tough.

I have no idea what Mikey is staring at. Possibly something invisible that's flying around my room. Like a ghost. Or an incubus. I'm too tired for an incubus tonight.

There was more I meant to ramble about, but I'm fairly sure it wasn't anything of significance. I do have a post on bad_rpers_suck to make about this one kid, we'll call him Iggins so that all of you who have seen Invader Zim can know what he's like, and his attempt to join the Shadowrun game. The sad thing is, we played with him in a Deadlands demo/audition, and he was bad. I couldn't even look at him. All the gamer stereotypes except the one about people being morbidly obese or morbidly thin, he was it. No, he wasn't in shape, he just wasn't significantly out of shape either. And apparently he doesn't remember me, or Dande, or Willow (GM's girlfriend, real name changed to protect the innocent). No, he just remembers that there were girls.

This according to the boy, who was also there, and who Iggins didn't recognize when he saw him the other day at Hillside for the Shadowrun demo. Dear god. I need to make that bad RPers post.

But first, I need to go to bed. And stop thinking about James Purefoy in a toga threatening people.