taennyn | Forget applevine. We haf apple*beer*.

Which is a pity, because the cider bottle's titled Wanderlust, which is just such a lovely idea . .

Anyway. I was across international borders this last weekend, helping

coastal_physics steal

youraugustine's living room couches (long story, actually does make sense in context); I also wound up spending an hour in a strip joint (again, I swear this makes sense in context), which was rather classier than the last strip joint I was in*.

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While I still feel that most seafood is wasted on me, white-wine steamed gigantor oysters are actually really tasty. More so than mussels, at least judging by the examples I had Saturday.

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I need to get new speakers for the living room; the connecting cable (which is unfortunately integral to the unit) has gotten Touchy and likes to spit static at us. Fortunately not in the same key as the cat-corrective Hiss, but it isn't exactly pleasant listening.

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I'm kind of debating how I want to deal with prompts etc when I'm done with the current big lists (A, B, and C all have 15 left of their hundreds, and D doesn't have dramatically many more). It's not like I'm posting to the communities that I get the lists from (if nothing else my jigsaw puzzle approach to storytelling is a bit of a tall order for anyone coming in cold), but I really, really like being able to cross things off lists. It gives me a sense of accomplishment that I don't really get from writing itself, because there's always more to tell, or the piece is short, or, or, or.

In the other pan, we have the fact that I want to be able to have big chunks of actual story available for reading, and the prompts posting method doesn't entirely lend itself to that--it rather more encourages the jigsaw puzzle approach, which just leads to frightening seas of html coding for indexes, blah, blah, blah.

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Current reading: having finished Destiny Disrupted, I'm now splitting my time between History of Pedlars in Europe and Trade & Dominion: The European Overseas Empires in the Eighteenth Century.

No, the deaths and the Wild Roses messes aren't playing tug of war with my skull, why do you ask?

(I am, somehow inevitably, pondering tackling a skeletal version of a Witches' Horses story.)

*: This doesn't necessary say much, considering who it was who took me to the first one.