Black Doggerel

That was fun

My IM thread in the Rear Admirals Lounge has turned out to be well worth while. But I've been typing for three hours solid now, so I think I'll leave it at that.

But I definitely have my mojo back now

First post via Charlotte and the new flat! I am here on my black floor and my partially-assembled computer chair. Charlotte's monitor looks weird - the angles and whatever just don't seem right - but it's actually better than the one I was used to, so that's not really a problem. The new speakers work and I've worked out how to get Planet Rock to play on them. The dogs are asleep - Spike in a laundry basket I brought from Mum's and Squish on my spare bed (well, it's actually just a mattress, but what the hey...)

It's weird. Very, very weird. And there are loads of things I didn't realise I actually needed until I got here and didn't have them - plastic food bags, butter dish, shit like that - I'm making a list.

And it's been a bloody good day. Chance conversation in the TrekBBS Lounge turned into an MSN conversation and that went on for seven-odd hours (yes, really - I checked afterwards) - most interesting and exciting. There's no thrill in the world quite like discovering someone new on your wavelength, exploring inside their head and liking what you see... though why most of them have to be on the wrong side of the Atlantic is beyond me.

Mind you, this one's learning to fly. I suppose that's progress...

Edited to add the Colour Meme:

1.) Copy and paste this into your journal (and mine, 'cause I wanna see all the pretty colors):
<*font color="yourusername"> <*b>yourusername<*/b> <*/font>
2.) Eliminate the asterisks.
2 1/2.) Replace "yourusername" with your user name.
3.) See what color you are.

lizblackdog

Did I mention how annoyed I was at losing Herbie from Terran? Well, we pissed and moaned, a couple of us prayed, I wished suppurating anal warts the size of oranges on his sysadmin at work and we cut the heart out of a troll by moonlight with an obsidian blade in the staff forum - something seems to have worked because he's back. It makes me childishly, unreasonably happy, although our interaction hasn't been more than light-hearted spammishness for a while now - it doesn't matter, it's all good. In the early days I'd actually become physically aroused at the sight of the orange-and-black PM pop-up... that's worn off, but the little thrill of pleasure hasn't.

And an anonymous troll has been harassing one of my friends - in a very childish, trivial stupid way, but it's still not very pleasant for her. I joked that I was jealous at not being important enough to have people troll me anonymously (no, you don't count, G - I know who you are, as much as anyone can...) but I wouldn't like it any more than she does. Really, the amount of energy people put into being sucky sometimes astonishes me - especially since all he (I think it's probably a he) achieves is to make himself look like a sad loser.

Last night I was sitting here quietly browsing something or other when Squish started howling softly and wouldn't stop till I called him over for a bit of oo-mox... little spotted attention whore. I tell you, after having dogs for so long, I'd be the star attraction at any Ferengi massage parlour. I can make Spike groan and his knees buckle just by rubbing his ears.

The two of them are chasing each other up and down the stairs now. I have Tales of the Dominion War to read when I've exhausted the entertainment possibilities of the Internet, and there's still about a third of the Baileys left. Life is damn good.

*grins*

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My friends are once again neglecting to provide quizzes so I rooted around the Internets to find this one. Nicely bad-taste, yah? Though they might have included Janis Joplin...

I'm pretty much back into communication mood. After nearly a week talking to nobody whatever on MSN I ended up talking to everyone - well, SB, Hunt, Kajsa and Reapie anyway. Combine that with an increasingly silly PM conversation over at Terran and that explains why I didn't post very much...

It went something like this:

H: I want to sell all my earthly possessions and live in a jungle...
Me: How about a nice English forest? I'll come visit every few days and bring you DVDs and junk food and hot monkey sex...

It spun off from there into a wind-powered generator built out of flint and rabbit skins, with a really big umbrella (to keep the rain out of the DVD player) a cow-dung-and-burning-tourist-powered water heater ('cause you gotta have a hot tub - who wants to be a tense, dirty hermit?), the Beast of Bodmin tamed and fetching unwary tourists to burn, wireless internet acquired by teams of commando klepto-squirrels, Spike and Squish pressed into service digging for power cables and pigeons wrapped in battery-powered heated socks carrying messages to the outside world.

Okay, it may not have been deathless prose, but it was a great deal of fun...

On the non-Internet side, my beautiful black floor is stuck down over about two-thirds of the nasty mustard-coloured floor now. It turns out I didn't buy enough floor - partly because I forgot to take into account the fact that you need to match the pattern up if you're covering a room with more than one piece, and partly because I'm bordering on the dysnumeric at the best of times, and the relationship between the length and width of the rooms and the number of two-metre-wide lengths of floor needed to cover them turned out to be a little complex for me. So the lounge and the bedroom are done, and there's enough to do the bathroom, but I need to buy another piece to do the hall. I wish we'd thought to contact Giulio (a professional carpet-fitter, an old friend of my mother's ex-boyfriend from the early 80s, and a very sweet guy with the most beautiful hazel eyes) at the beginning - he could have worked out the quantities effortlessly and although he couldn't get hold of the specific vinyl I'd bought, he probably could have got one I'd have liked just as much at half the price. Gah!

The floor looks fantastic though, and the black seems to make the ceilings look higher. I've also hung the lampshade my sister E. gave me for Christmas in the bedroom, and it's perfect. It looks like this.

There are so many things I need still - it's intimidating. Dustpan and brush, cutlery tray, washing-up bowl, draining board, more dustbins, bookshelves, window blinds... I shall be buying some of them today though. Mum's friend Becky gave me £20 for looking after Clyde the Demon Yorkie for four days - it's a fraction of what she'd have paid a professional dogsitter, but it was money for old rope for me. Clyde's no trouble at all and he amuses Squish - I love having him around, even if he did pee on the carpet once. He knows where the back door is all right, but I think it's a longer walk from his bed than he's accustomed to, so he miscalculated. Ah well - nothing I couldn't take care of with a sponge and carpet cleaner in about forty seconds, anyway...

Oh, I'm so very glad LJ is back! I posted my TMI entry in jilling_off_ - don't bother, you need to be a member to read it, and you need to be female and approved by a moderator to become a member, but some of my female friends list may want to join - who knows?

For those who don't need to know quite so much about the things I do when I'm not posting, it involved me finally getting the hang of the Rabbit... Well, LJ was down and I'd been drinking whisky with herbie151 at 5am my time - he was way ahead of me on the whisky front and fell asleep while I was still wide awake... a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do... *grins*

Apart from that, I slept a lot. Alcohol has that effect on me... there were raunchy dreams too, though I can't remember a lot of detail...

Ahem. Back to other stuff... my younger sister E took me shopping for stuff for the flat yesterday. She didn't get me very much at Xmas, explaining that she wanted to buy me useful household stuff that I'd need but she wanted me to come and choose it. So we hit the shopping centre, and now I have a brand new saucepan set, a frying pan, a zebra-print oven glove, a silver-grey kitchen waste bin (carefully chosen to fit supermarket carrier bags - recycling in action there) some rather eccentric crockery (black and silver-grey, and square) and a sandwich toaster. I love sandwich toasters - you can put just about anything between two lightly-oiled slices of bread, and it turns into a beautiful hot snack with crunchy, crisp edges. Two of my favourite fillings: olives, sausage, tomato, garlic and mozzarella to make a sort of calzone, and if you're in a sweet mood you can put sliced apple sprinkled with sugar and cinnamon in and make a lower-fat version of apple pie... bloody marvellous. Especially since I still don't have a cooker.

I had a look in B&Q as well while I was there, and was delighted to find black vinyl flooring at somewhat less than half the price of any of the black rubber stuff I'd found so far. So I shall go with that for the time being, and upgrade to the rubber at some point in the future when I can afford it.

Edit: Had a long chat with SPOCKED on ICQ on Saturday night, as well. I've turned him onto Leonard Cohen... He was drunk too, so I finished off the bottle of Vinho Verde to keep him company - that seemed to generate more raunchy dreams. I'd better be careful this doesn't become a habit...

And finally, a meme: this was going round a while ago but I never got round to it...( Cut because it's really wide and might annoy my friends list. )

Found while browsing various sex-oriented LJ communities



So. H still busy with work, and I'm prowling through all the various LJ communities. Joined metaquotes, spent a good hour giggling at customers_suck and then started on the sex ones... now I'm all overexcited...

Nicked from everyone:

Lizblackdog is poisonous! Induce vomitting if ingested.

N POISON

Username:

From Go-Quiz.com


Oh, man, I feel better. What an evening... my writing skills were, perhaps a little rusty with illness and the New Year's break, but my heart was in it, never doubt it... it didn't stop after we logged off. All my vitality seemed to surge back in a big, luxuriant, lubricious rush that kept me up half the night and filled my dreams.

All right, I'm still congested, coughing and a little weak. And I think I might make my poor puppies suffer another day away from the park because there's a bloody storm going on out there to match the internal one (well, it's a lot colder outside, but it is wet and raging...)

Besides, one of us needs to catch up on the cleaning and it sure as shit isn't going to be Mum - the kitchen looks like the Dirty Dish Fairy has been squatting there for a month with her friends the Dog Hair Gnome and the Greasy Smear Elf. It's disgusting enough to depress me, and that takes some doing...

One more meme, nicked from kradical:

<td>You are a guitar.



You are a musical genius... congratulations. Most people think you are a little obsessed with music, but that's okay. You don't care what other people think. You are independent, and would rather have a few good (and weird) friends than a lot of not-so-good ones. You may feel that people run down your eccentricity, but that's only because they're jealous. You will most likely become very successful with your musical talent. \m/ Rock on!

Most compatible with: Drumstick.


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