Maru's Mun Journal

Off to Iceland, to see volcanoes and waterfalls and have dodgy food at Café Loki. See you all on August 1st, and will then probably spam with massive pictures posts.-

I'm off to No Computer Land for a week, and while I am taking my netbook and the 'surfstick', I suspect the mobile connection wil be all EDGE out there in the boondocks, so I'll check email once a day like it's 1995, and not be seen online or take tags for a week.

Going through ALL THE FEEDS AND TIMELINES one more time just now, I discovered that UnfuckYourHabitat was made aware of and mentioned the fact that I mentioned UnfuckYourHabitat in a fic, and liked that fact. So, with the nice buzz from this oddly circular flattery, I'm going to flounce off into the wilds of RL. See you all next Saturday!

[[crossposted to ways_back_room ]]

thronathon and collected_fudz now exist on Dreamwidth.-

Dont't expect me to say anything witty, or anything much at all, because RL is rather demanding at the moment. My sister's renovations are a bottomless pit, but we do have established some planks across it. My brother-in-law and my Little Lady especially are total heroes.-

That means I'm not going to thread much at the moment, either.-


[[OOC: Crossposted to ways_back_room -- sorry if you get this twice!]]

Crowds with Easter candles in the Orthodox church, seen from the gallery.



Lilac bush in our back yard.

My mini-vacation with my mum in Bad Blumau was amazingly wonderful. There will be picture posts eventually, and I am immensely relaxed. I didn't turn on the computer once between her arrival and this morning, when we sorted the pictures we've taken.



Now she's gone again, too, and I have an afternoon alone with my cats, my laundry, last weekend's 'Mad Men', and catching up with things.-



I see that those annoying GrimaceBook and Birdnoise buttons are still there; or is it too much to hope that the current abysmal slowness of LJ is a sign they're in the process of taking them away?

I'm off to Wiesbaden to see my fambly, arriving there this afternoon. I will be online, more or less, most of the usual times, but I may be spottier or more intermittent, as I'll be with these people who will be all 'Oh noes you love your computer more than me!!!eleventy-one!!' if I don't drop everything right there and then at their every smallest mewl for attention.

They don't quite realise that on the other end of the internet there are people: you!

So, expect to see me as usual, but don't be offended if I'm a tad slower in answering or tagging from now until Easter. Thanks!

Internet was not invented at the site of the Varus battle; as the Nazgul pointed out per SMS, otherwise Varus could have emailed to Xanthen for reinforcements...

Also, all Germans are Celts, the battle is a place not an event (at least, road signs point to 'Varusschlacht' even though it has been over for two thousand years), navigating a drained ex-moor is easy if adventuresome, and I have a plot bunny, but it might wither and die like almost all I had before.

And now, I am bloody knackered and want to sleep. See you all tomorrow. Then, my milli!charries will return and I will thread, either working on my picture post or on Sirona's app during slow times.-

I'm on the road, and internet is sketchy so far as the WLAN of our first hotel doesn't extend to our room, and even if it did, it would be awfully expensive.

So I'm at the hotel PC in the corridor where it is draughty, but for free -- for some inane reason. Perhaps the draughtiness. I'll try and post pictures if I get my EEE into the hotel WLAN tomorrow in Munster. corchen, I have pics of that bloke we killed once, and the place where we did it... **grins**

I'm going off to be a big-G Goth for a medieval event this afternoon and evening, and shall be back around my 1 or 2 at night. I'll pick up tags then, and maybe thread a bit.

Dont't burn down the internetz!

Oh, and do admire our period clothes:



Also, I found a solution for the peplum: - not use it all, and instead wear a floor-length brown linen skirt I have anyway! Amusing how, now we are done and dressed, the Nazgul is clearly the mistress and I the maid, or she a noble lady and I a simple farming woman...