Beguine

The Friday after we got back after the honeymoon, my computer display stopped working properly. Pictures were pretty much unviewable because of the random static-y distortions, things on the screen seemed to move just a little bit, and even solid bars of color were fuzzy around the edges and had random discoulored areas where they were the wrong shade of, say, blue. I tried restarting, shutting it off for a few hours, reinstalling all the video drivers, having wushi reinstall all the video drivers, and eventually wushi tried restarting it in diagnostic mode. Nothing helped, and the distortion even occurred in diagnostic and safe mode. Since this indicated it was a hardware problem and I was out of warranty, we decided to try taking it to BestBuy to see if they could fix it. They said that they'd want an $85 dollar deposit and permission to go up to $135 in repair costs, and they'd ship it off and call if it was going to cost more than that. We shipped it off, and I prepared to deal with thee weeks of only being able to sometimes borrow wushi's computer (with which I deal with varying degrees of grace). ( Read more... )

After a polite prompt from Justice, Tess explains that her main goal is to get everyone else safely back to where they came from. This was the assignment that brought her here, and one she intends to fulfill. In order to accomplish that, however, she realizes they may need to accomplish what they have been brought here to do. In order to do that, she is generally in favor of the goals that Rere mentioned. Tess observes their guest carefully, having already used Mastery of Small Manners in order to glean what she can of Justices' intentions and opinions from how he responds and holds himself.

( Let me congratulate you on the breadth and ambition of your plan )
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Quotable Quotes
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Justice (on the potential for contracts with non-animal gods): “I do not, however, know how you would take the form of hope.”
Lyric (OOC): “See, there’s this guy named Barack Obama…”

Ted: “Just to get the ball rolling, introduce [Ma’at] to apple sauce.”
Someone: “What?”
Ted: ”Mott’s Apple sauce…”

Someone (OOC): “I thought we killed Thoth not Set.”
Marc (OOC): “You apparently Thoth wrong.”

Ted: “I’d rather take down a slaver or a hockey mom.” – Ted

Well, that was even more fun than expected.  Thanks to everyone that decided to play along, it made this thing even more fun.  Anyone that wants to get involved next year with their own posts and lj, they coordinate this thing through Blog Like It's the End of the World.

Let me know next year if you want to coordinate, either using this continuity (if zombies is even the theme next year) or a new one. 

Just to make sure everyone's on the same page, I was not really kidnapped by vampires, and despite the coincidence of an outbreak of African rabies and killer salmonella on tomatoes on the same day as this blog event, there really wasn't a zombie attack.   Sure, you can imagine in a cynical fictional universe the one thing that could get the government and a bunch of vampires together is a good cove-rup to keep people from panicking or asking too many questions, but fortunately we live in the real world, and our government has to confine itself to conspiring with things that actually exist.  So to reiterate, I am not being held prisoner in an underground bunker in case of another outbreak that actually wipes out the species, I have not been replaced by a robot or anything silly like that, and everything is back to normal.  Have a great weekend!

They got yerbrainondrugs.  The zombies I mean.  I don't know if the vamps got him or not.  First confirmed death of someone I knew.  I was, god it was stupid but I was hoping they were all just hiding out without phones, you know?   But they aren't, and my life isn't waiting for me, and the world we knew is gone.  And of all the people I knew it might be just the three of us and elengul 's not exactly untouched by it.  My friends were out there dying today, and I sat safe behind a computer screen and that was the closest I could get to helping them.

There's a lull.  We're between waves of refugees.  Well, I say waves, but maybe I should say ripples. Survivors are few and far between.  I was going to write about the feeding thing.  It was, I don't know it was creepy but fine I guess.  I just don't care about that right now.  I can't afford to think right now, but at least I'm helping someone.  So that's doors are opening there's some burn victims back to work.