My brain so has been thoroughly eaten!

[yakalskovich]

From the department for Technological Maintenance:
I have just brushed an ounce or so of oily black burnt dust from the fan of my dear little foldup computer. It so does breathe easier now. And the power supply doesn't grow hot any more. Am much relieved it wasn't anything worse. It would have so not done to have it break down on me when I - hopefully - log with Frarsie, Shivvie and Jill sometime this weekend.

Erm, and gabby_2600, I am serious about logging from the Stone Inn. I've tried the murk, and it works very well. Mirc is much improved since I first encountered it somewhere around 1996. But do you think I could have logs from the server as well if I tell precisely you when it was afterwards? Just to be on the safe side? As our DSL connection is a bit flaky at times these recent weeks - "damn and blast T-Offline, the words coming easily from long habit" (Douglas Adams, only he said British Telecom, of course.). What with two Australians and one American and me in that RPG thing, we need to be a bit spotaneous.

I am so grateful Gabby said I can use the Stone Inn for that; I would never get all of them safely onto murk. Murk works very well, but is so not for the uninitiated.

From the department of Discworld RPG Madness:
I am so enjoying myself being pteppicymon to Frarsie's wonderfully laid-back Chidder (not_a_pirate) in the discworld_rpg.  It is rather intense at the moment,  as I'm something of a "method writer" (as in "method actor"; I can't do distance, as I said by EMail to schiarire). I filter the energy of any character or story through my own systems.

And then there's margolotta, who's become quite a fixture in Ankh-Morpork and is getting rather worried about it, as she means to return to Bonk soon, or at least eventually. And then there's b-vurdy Gimel. Urgs! I needed names for random vampire ladies, and unwisely called one of them Gimel Metatronim. And did she ever cross over into the Ankh-Morpork of our RPG! She's everywhere by now, and doing the Loose Siege Engine thing as an NPC through many of the RPG LJs and the loggage. If there's a Storm fan here who knows Discworld as well and has time on her hands to play and needs her brain eaten for a while, here is a character who so needs to be taken in hand...

From the Personal Department:
"Watership Down" has arrived!! I am reading it to little Paul from next door every evening now, after tekalynn mentioned a while back she'd loved it when she was seven. Paul is almost nine now. Frithrah, does he enjoy that book! It's a fat book, 650 pages in German, but we've already done a tenth. We'll do all those pages in a jiffy. Especially as Angela, Paul's mother, occasionally reads chapters to him at bed-time as well. I've reserved the chapters with El-ahrairah in them for myself, though.
Angela suspects me to be in love, heh! It's only the energy from the RPG in my system, though. It runs off into RL. Is welcome, too. It's spring, and instead of being tired, I am the most energetic I have been for a long, long time. I find myself being nice to my colleagues, even, and not at all angry at having to work. Work just happens naturally these days.

Comments

[wiebke.livejournal.com]

Awww, reading to kiddies -- one of the best things you can do! My oldest sister has either read to her kids or given them books on tape -- unabridged -- since they were babies. My nephew Ian is 16 and still either reads or listens to long books on tape. Actually today I found out that the Nightrunner series is going to available soon on CD and was going to buy it for him and his family.

As for Watership Down, gosh, I lot of people I know love that book dearly. Personally, I could not get over the fact that the book is about talking rabbits. I have a lot of imagination but somehow talking animals have always bothered me. We did have fun reading it in school, however, as the teacher assigned us to create furthers rabbit myths (tales among the rabbits) as well as write alternative endings and so on (he he, fan fic). My teacher that year, Mr. Crowley, was cool almost beyond words...