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I'm back!
I come home, bearing: three hiking stick medallions (Mammoth Cave, Great Smoky Mountains National Park, and Cade's Cove); four books (Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, $18.00, read; "The 2 oz. Backpacker", $6.95, read; The Complete Idiot's Guide to Cartooning, $1.00, half read; The Way of Simplicity: the Cistercian Tradition, $1.00, half read); a small stone; a pair of batsocks and a shirt which reads "Mammoth Cave: This Place Rocks"; an entirely shapeless straw hat; a tangle of old jewellery; and an annoying drippy cold.
Also six hundred and eleven digital photographs, in folders labelled Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina, and Virginia. I'm afraid I went a bit camera-happy. It's going to take me forever to pick out the good ones and get them in a state to show other people.
Oh, and a two-week lj backlog to read. And a resurgent desire for Harry Potter fic.
ETA, 20:22 : Okay, I'm up to skip=450 in my flist catchup, the midst of the London bombings, and need a break. I didn't get any new sodas to add to my collection-- Ale-8 is apparently an Eastern KY thing, I have all the Carolina sodas already, and I was too ill to care about the Dominion root beer at Luray Caverns (although I might have been heard to mutter to myself about Ketracel White contamination). However, I still have a can of Ale-8 on reserve from last year, and I am currently drinking with dinner a bottle of Kickapoo Joy Juice from ND, since milk makes me feel more mucus-y. I also have one last bottle of oak-brewed mead waiting for me in the fridge, bwahahaha-- *that* gets saved for the HPB reread. (Okay, it's actually that Oak Brackett from the White Winter Winery, but still, close enough for fanwork.)
ETA 2, 24:34, skip=300: Although I still maintain that Kleenex is the most disgusting custom ever, I have to admit that when my hanky reaches the point where I can't find a single square inch that's dry, it's pretty gross too. Still an order of magnitude less gross than the alternative, however, which would be a pile of snotty, disintegrating kleenex scattered around me like a biological minefield. Also, while I'm being peevish, note to family: If I'm sitting in the dark feeling ill and staring at a dim laptop screen it probably means I am feeling disinclined to bright lights. So it is really not necessary for you to turn on the overhead flourescents every time you walk by the door.
ETA 3, 00:20, skip=120, HPB has just come out. I have 21 tabs open for further perusal, and that's only the ones that were too much to handle immediately. Going to bed, to re-read Katharine Briggs and ponder writing a [spoiler] For Muggles post. You people had better not make more than 30 posts before I get up, yo. And I haven't even started on communities.
Also six hundred and eleven digital photographs, in folders labelled Ohio, Kentucky, Tennessee, North Carolina, and Virginia. I'm afraid I went a bit camera-happy. It's going to take me forever to pick out the good ones and get them in a state to show other people.
Oh, and a two-week lj backlog to read. And a resurgent desire for Harry Potter fic.
ETA, 20:22 : Okay, I'm up to skip=450 in my flist catchup, the midst of the London bombings, and need a break. I didn't get any new sodas to add to my collection-- Ale-8 is apparently an Eastern KY thing, I have all the Carolina sodas already, and I was too ill to care about the Dominion root beer at Luray Caverns (although I might have been heard to mutter to myself about Ketracel White contamination). However, I still have a can of Ale-8 on reserve from last year, and I am currently drinking with dinner a bottle of Kickapoo Joy Juice from ND, since milk makes me feel more mucus-y. I also have one last bottle of oak-brewed mead waiting for me in the fridge, bwahahaha-- *that* gets saved for the HPB reread. (Okay, it's actually that Oak Brackett from the White Winter Winery, but still, close enough for fanwork.)
ETA 2, 24:34, skip=300: Although I still maintain that Kleenex is the most disgusting custom ever, I have to admit that when my hanky reaches the point where I can't find a single square inch that's dry, it's pretty gross too. Still an order of magnitude less gross than the alternative, however, which would be a pile of snotty, disintegrating kleenex scattered around me like a biological minefield. Also, while I'm being peevish, note to family: If I'm sitting in the dark feeling ill and staring at a dim laptop screen it probably means I am feeling disinclined to bright lights. So it is really not necessary for you to turn on the overhead flourescents every time you walk by the door.
ETA 3, 00:20, skip=120, HPB has just come out. I have 21 tabs open for further perusal, and that's only the ones that were too much to handle immediately. Going to bed, to re-read Katharine Briggs and ponder writing a [spoiler] For Muggles post. You people had better not make more than 30 posts before I get up, yo. And I haven't even started on communities.
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fivesixsevenarbitrarily many years. Will probably give a call in the next few days.no subject
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I could always force all 1,438 of my Great Britain pictures on you :-P
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Digital cameras really spoil us, do they not?
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And the four-second exposure setting on the way to Mammoth Cave, which was much more dangerous.
Well, Dad taught me long ago that the secret to getting good photos is to take gobs of them, and then throw out the bad ones. Now I can suddenly do that without guilt. (I kept catching myself thinking, "I only have seventy pictures left on my card, must be careful" and then realizing that I may have taken less than seventy pictures in my *life* before going digital ... it was just too frustrating to have to budget vision...
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I didn't get any new sodas to add to my collection
You collect regional sodas? In your travels, did you ever see a soda (a regular cola, I think) called "It!"? If i can remember, It was either in Pennsylvania, or Ohio... or both.
Also, in reference to HBP, I'll have to use the "words" of those Internet youngsters, and say "OMGWTFBBQ?!" XD
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I collect regional sodas the same way I collect handkerchiefs: if they have a sufficiently interesting one and I'm in the mood to spend money, I buy it. And if it's in a glass bottle I save the bottle; there's a line all the way along my windowsill, and I'm starting to run out of room! So far my favorites have been Ale-8 and Cheerwine; regional sodas in general tend to be less sweet, which I like. Have never heard of It! though, that sounds interesting... I'll have to keep an eye out.
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That's funny. :D
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Well, there's no help for it. You need to get one of those climate-controlled shed things, and use it for a library. XD
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And I have no problem with people wanting light in a room they're in, but perhaps they could try to leave things in the same state they were when they entered? Common politeness, after all. q-:
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Also: Yay, eyestrain. o.O O.o dX
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When I get my own place, it's either going to be candlelight and torches, or blacklights and lcd screens. Mmm.
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Well, ideally, you could have a small wastepaper basket within dropping distance, if you're going to be using more than a few of the things.
And get better! >:o
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I think I'll have to add him to my to-read list. Along with John of Forde and Bernard of Clairveax.
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