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We have new, vaguely punk rock neighbors.

They have a flock of chihuahuas that bark at all hours of the day and night. My cats look at me blandly, as if to say, "Can't something be done about that? Such dogs are beneath our interest even as a food source." Nothing, for the record, is beneath Little Kitty's interest as a food source. Pretty is less interest in food, more interested in the killing and maiming.

It is 2:04am after Thanksgiving, and I am assailed by the sounds of chihuahuas. Don't they sleep? Of course, i realize what I've done to deserve this, and perhaps could unwittingly recruit the neighbors into the mockumentary.

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I have to go to work now, and then do a heinous errand for someone else. Yay. Then I think it's come home and write content for the Internet that I'll be paid for, as I'm hardly expecting good $$ news from the Germans today.

Last night I had an intense, arbitrary reaction to a piece of fic that this morning has left me in mind of a period of time about six or seven years ago when I was reading a lot of X-files fic and then just stopped. I rmeember I said to someone or other at the time, "fiction just isn't good for me."

I quite obviously don't feel that way now, nor am I heartsick or unable to keep track of myself now as I was then, but I always remember it. Stories are too powerful. All stories, the idea of stories. This is why stories are good (and by this I mean useful as opposed to enjoyable). I wonder if some people, a lot of people, read and never notice this and are left longing in their actual lives for the same neatness conveyed by text.

Ah, logistics. Which, amusingly, puts me in mind of the four pillars of the House of Iona (communication, accomodation, transportation and hair). It's one of those things that's always funny, at least when it's not being true, but of course, I find it hillarious because it is ALWAYS true.

*sigh*

buh?

Do I want to go to an old boss's party at Albion tonight? I was vaguely thinking of trying to find something to do tonight, although staying home, writing for the Internet and making some money would be far from stupid. Besides, I have nothing to wear to these sorts of things anymore (because, quite frankly, I'm not interested in sweating into any of the good stuff). On the other hand, goth dancing is cross-training, at least the way I do it.

fic!

New Descensus!

http://community.livejournal.com/descensus_hp/10857.html