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Aug. 23rd, 2008 01:39 pmSorry I've been silent lately. I've been very busy editing up and posting one chapter a day of a long fanfic, which is taking up most of my mind, and the rest of it has been full of worrying about Pellinor driving a van on the Big Scary Mainland, and with dealing with the news of the cancellation of Stargate Atlantis.
Oh, and Monday, which I had off work, rather accidentally for dominated by playing Guitar Hero Rocks the 80s, one of the games we accidentally bought when killing time while locked out of the house. It's a lot easier than the others, I think - or maybe I'm just getting better. I got five stars on every song on medium first time round, and five stars on about half the hard songs, too. I've not finished expert yet. I say "yet" with rather unwise optimism, since I've not finished expert on any of the games yet.
On Wednesday I danced at a rainy carnival, before wandering over to a nearby pub for our second spot... only to find it absolutely heaving. Someone who worked there had died, and she was obviously hugely popular, because there were hundreds of people packed into a marquee, all celebrating her life in a way that involved a lot of booze. Dancing there was... interesting.
Pellinor went on Wednesday and won't be back until Tuesday. (He and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
chainmailmaiden are feeding the five thousand at a LARPing event. Their food and drink plans sound scarily ambitious.) I always worry when he goes off alone on Big Scary Mainland roads, but was particularly worried this time because he was in a manual van, and he's not driven a manual for many, many years, and has never driven a van. "Phone me whenever you can to say you're still alive," I said, which he chose to take literally. "Pellinor phoned," someone told me at work, when I returned from a trip out to a library. "He says to tell you he's alive."
Anyway, I have a couple more new games to try this weekend, and a couple of new books, and I have a few months of fanfic reading to catch up on, so it'll be a relaxing weekend alone, if not an exciting one.
Oh, and Monday, which I had off work, rather accidentally for dominated by playing Guitar Hero Rocks the 80s, one of the games we accidentally bought when killing time while locked out of the house. It's a lot easier than the others, I think - or maybe I'm just getting better. I got five stars on every song on medium first time round, and five stars on about half the hard songs, too. I've not finished expert yet. I say "yet" with rather unwise optimism, since I've not finished expert on any of the games yet.
On Wednesday I danced at a rainy carnival, before wandering over to a nearby pub for our second spot... only to find it absolutely heaving. Someone who worked there had died, and she was obviously hugely popular, because there were hundreds of people packed into a marquee, all celebrating her life in a way that involved a lot of booze. Dancing there was... interesting.
Pellinor went on Wednesday and won't be back until Tuesday. (He and
chainmailmaiden are feeding the five thousand at a LARPing event. Their food and drink plans sound scarily ambitious.) I always worry when he goes off alone on Big Scary Mainland roads, but was particularly worried this time because he was in a manual van, and he's not driven a manual for many, many years, and has never driven a van. "Phone me whenever you can to say you're still alive," I said, which he chose to take literally. "Pellinor phoned," someone told me at work, when I returned from a trip out to a library. "He says to tell you he's alive." Anyway, I have a couple more new games to try this weekend, and a couple of new books, and I have a few months of fanfic reading to catch up on, so it'll be a relaxing weekend alone, if not an exciting one.
