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I have my computer and my nice new terabyte all set up to make videos-
And I've got zilch for ideas. Drat it.
Well, there was that one thought for Jet to Night of the Long Knives, but I just don't think there's enough footage to pad that out...
In other news, parentals got a trial arrangement of a mortgage mod, mom's still working on dad to get us out of this house, and I'm just sort of floating like a cork on a wave. I'll deal with whatever decision comes down the pipeline, and I'll make it a good thing when it comes.
I have invented the miniature peach pie. Now if only my muffin-tins hadn't been borrowed by a friend who lives an hour away and keeps forgetting to bring them to game...
I have occasional moments lately, where I think that on general principal, I'm going to end up one of those cyberpunky rebel-types in a few years. But probably with less brooding and not nearly as fashionably eclectic. Or eclectically fashionable, take yer pick.
Also, the dad has taken up snus (spelling?), a sort of swedish chewing tobacco. We all sat down and discussed it, and figured, hey, he's sixty, he's allowed one bad habit, and it's a tossup at this point whether the tobacco, the waiting to get his knees fixed, or me strangling him will get him first, so why not? ^^ He's losing weight. He's walking better. He's certainly in better temper, which makes my life easier all over.
Also, the doc agreed that Lyme disease is usually much more livid, but because it is bull's-eye shaped and because I was tromping around in deer-infested woods, I'm going to get the full course of shotgun treatment- antibiotic inside and antifungal outside, just to cover our bases. And if that doesn't cut it, it's psoriasis.
My life is this weird mix of slapstick comedy sometimes. I swear, I should get ratings for it, something out there's got to be laughing at me as I take a bow.
And I've got zilch for ideas. Drat it.
Well, there was that one thought for Jet to Night of the Long Knives, but I just don't think there's enough footage to pad that out...
In other news, parentals got a trial arrangement of a mortgage mod, mom's still working on dad to get us out of this house, and I'm just sort of floating like a cork on a wave. I'll deal with whatever decision comes down the pipeline, and I'll make it a good thing when it comes.
I have invented the miniature peach pie. Now if only my muffin-tins hadn't been borrowed by a friend who lives an hour away and keeps forgetting to bring them to game...
I have occasional moments lately, where I think that on general principal, I'm going to end up one of those cyberpunky rebel-types in a few years. But probably with less brooding and not nearly as fashionably eclectic. Or eclectically fashionable, take yer pick.
Also, the dad has taken up snus (spelling?), a sort of swedish chewing tobacco. We all sat down and discussed it, and figured, hey, he's sixty, he's allowed one bad habit, and it's a tossup at this point whether the tobacco, the waiting to get his knees fixed, or me strangling him will get him first, so why not? ^^ He's losing weight. He's walking better. He's certainly in better temper, which makes my life easier all over.
Also, the doc agreed that Lyme disease is usually much more livid, but because it is bull's-eye shaped and because I was tromping around in deer-infested woods, I'm going to get the full course of shotgun treatment- antibiotic inside and antifungal outside, just to cover our bases. And if that doesn't cut it, it's psoriasis.
My life is this weird mix of slapstick comedy sometimes. I swear, I should get ratings for it, something out there's got to be laughing at me as I take a bow.
