Sleepless in Scotland

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows will be coming out on 21 July 2007. *marks on calendar, takes time off, starts stockpiling canned food and bottled water for the coming wankocalypse*

Link of the Day: Orcas in the Firth of Forth. Awesome!

Meme, nabbed from ladyjaida:

Ask me to take pictures of any aspect of my life that you're interested in or curious about. It can be anything from my favorite shirt to my cell phone. Leave your requests as a comment to this entry, and I'll snap the pictures and post them as soon as I can.

I cannot feel my arms or legs. I am a torso with hands and feet.But my god, Ceilidhs are WICKED FUN and I'm going to learn how to do this properly so I won't step on people's toes next time.

*toddles off to bed*

Elephant and Writing Elfie's hands and our table at the Elephant House, where we went to get our JKR on and write for a few hours.

We didn't get out of the house until half past four, in part because of a sudden leak (thanks, Bloke Who Lives Above Me!), but we did get a few solid hours of writing in, and I wrote 2,300-odd words of wingfic, so I feel good about today. :D

[ETA] While watching Space: Above and Beyond: "There should be a vid of this series set to Blitzkrieg Bop." Not it! [/ETA]

*oozes into work* OMG So hot. Gah. Not only is it sleeping-on-top-of-the-covers hot, but it's inching in on sleeping-with-the-fan-on hot. I already have the fan at my desk, actually, but my bed is closer to the window than my desk is, and the wind is, for now, providing enough cooling to survive. And then I can't skip my morning shower even if I'm running late, because I sweat a lot and I already have a sweat rash on one arm and don't want to get another one, and then I have to put on first body lotion (see: rash, general tendency to get dry skin in the most annoying places) and then sunscreen, and it's throwing my entire morning routine out of whack and making me late and AUGH!

Note to self: When the Revolution comes, make proper phone manners enforcable by law. Actually, scratch that, make proper manners, especially when interacting with customer service people face-to-face or over the phone) enforcable by law. The proper response to "Have a nice day" is "Thanks," or "You too," asswipes, not a grunt or, like the woman in front of me at Tesco's the other day, completely ignoring the checkout girl. God. And for the love of fuck, picking up the phone and saying absolutely nothing is not proper phone manners in any fucking way.

Also on today's hate list: people who don't seem to grasp that when I say a survey will take about ten minutes, I mean it, so if they don't have ten minutes, they should just not take the survey instead of being all "Well, what do you want to know," and then getting all impatient when it--shock, gasp--takes ten minutes to get through the list of questions; my co-worker who keeps saying "ax" instead of "ask"; and the small-penised individual who tore through the parking lot earlier in the middle of lunchtime (way to risk running over your co-workers for three seconds time gain, ass.)

I'm really not in as bad a mood as all that sounded; I have strawberries, and I picked up a couple of nice, cheap t-shirts at Tesco's, and I had a rather hilarious mouthwash-mishap this morning^*, and I've not had any complicated cases dumped in my lap yet today (*knock on wood*), so you know. :)

^* Did you know it's possible to squirt mouthwash through one's lip if one doesn't have one's piercing in? Did you know one can squirt really damned far that way? Did you know it also smarts like a bitch? Well, now you do. :D

Review thingie of that pirate movie tomorrow. Am off to get some sleep and try not to melt. WTF weather, this is Schotland, stop that this instance.

yarrrrrrr

I am randomly but still bitterly disappointed at the lack of an "Overheard In Edinburgh" website/comm. Boo! ("But mum, all the cool kids are doing it!")

[ETA] overheard_edin [/ETA]

(I just wrote 369 (hee!) words of Mickey/Jack in what was supposed to be a quick comment drabble. WTF, brain, WTF.)

So, yeah, I've been a bit MIA this weekend, haven't I? Went to kaiberie's handfasting on Saturday, which was lovely--even the weather co-operated! And then on Sunday I pretty much laid around on my bed editing The Novel Formerly Known As Elfstone, but that's an entry for another journal. But hey, I'm really rested, at least! :D

Didn't go to beltane yesterday, though. Not on a night before a working day, and especially not after another late-ish night.

We watched Dr Who at the after-handfasting party, and um. Mickey! Squeee! "Oh, mate, the missus and the ex, welcome to every bloke's worst nightmare," all gleeful and shit, and he so deserved to get a bit of this own back. Heeee! I love him. And I want Jack to come back and, like, bond with him, for no particular reason at all. I'm weird, okay? Shut up.

I got a "woo" on OKCupid the other day, and I've yet to respond to it even though the woman sounds really interesting. Um. I kinda suck at this internet dating (or friendshipping) thing. *facepalm*

*blinks* Between edinburgers and the local Freecycle list, all but three one items on my Stuff To Get Rid Of list just got snapped up in about eight hours. Including the massive desk/table I feared no one would ever want, yaye! And it's going to a good home, which is a relief--I've had this desk for going on ten years now, and it pains me to part with it, but I just need the room, sigh.

So, um, if anyone needs some random computer cables (these USB calbes are breeding, I swear to god!), floppy disks, or a couple of MiniDisks (plus holder/box), drop me a line. Those are That's the only items that haven't hasn't been claimed yet that I can't just pawn off at the nearest charity shop.

Ugh, whatever is wrong with my card, I can't make my amazon payment in time to get HBP in any sotr of timely manner. Um. UK people? Edinburgh people? If I queue tonight, do you think I can buy a copy even if I've not pre-ordered? What about if I join the end of the cue after the first rush has died down?

Pride was fun. I put on sunblock this morning in what I thought would turn out to be a fit of misguided optimism, but only put it on my arms and legs (and on my head, heh), and forgot that in a spagetti-strap top and with this haircut, my shoulders and the back of my neck would also be exposed. Sunburn = owie.

Going to take a nap and give my feet a rest before going out tonight.