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sydneycat's Bisquick and started making an impromptu attempt at making some applesauce biscuits. While I was kneading, sundart and anzovin (whom I haven't seen in a few days... *shakes fist at him*) came over and for some reason anzovin had a portable CB radio on his belt loop which was picking up the local police radio - which had just got done broadcasting that they had busted a marijuana party hosted by fireheart in the Amherst Motel. anzovin was getting blustery about it, too - he was all bitching about how someone he knew wouldn't do such things.
Things that are amusingly wrong with my dream logic.
a) I don't thinkanzovin knows fireheart.
b)fireheart would probably be more likely to hold illicit gatherings of Magic players. And probably not at the Amherst Motel. He _does_ have his own store for this sort of stuff. Magic cards, I mean, not pot. Sunderland is many things, but Amsterdam it certainly is not.
c) somehow I think it would take a few more ingredients to make applesauce biscuits.
In other news, I made my last fun purchase for a very long while and finally replaced my networking device. Which is good because only having access to dial-up down here was seriously driving me fuckbazoink. Funny thing is I think this tiny litte thing I got works better than the old one because I can still access syd/mor's network at a fairly decent speed from here... o_O I'm impressed.
sundart insists on reading aloud from a book that tells you the word for all sorts of weird things. Like an affection for women's underwear. Or graphitti on a bathroom wall. *sigh* I think that's my cue to stop typing now.
sydneycat's Bisquick and started making an impromptu attempt at making some applesauce biscuits. While I was kneading, sundart and anzovin (whom I haven't seen in a few days... *shakes fist at him*) came over and for some reason anzovin had a portable CB radio on his belt loop which was picking up the local police radio - which had just got done broadcasting that they had busted a marijuana party hosted by fireheart in the Amherst Motel. anzovin was getting blustery about it, too - he was all bitching about how someone he knew wouldn't do such things.Things that are amusingly wrong with my dream logic.
a) I don't think
anzovin knows fireheart.b)
fireheart would probably be more likely to hold illicit gatherings of Magic players. And probably not at the Amherst Motel. He _does_ have his own store for this sort of stuff. Magic cards, I mean, not pot. Sunderland is many things, but Amsterdam it certainly is not.c) somehow I think it would take a few more ingredients to make applesauce biscuits.
In other news, I made my last fun purchase for a very long while and finally replaced my networking device. Which is good because only having access to dial-up down here was seriously driving me fuckbazoink. Funny thing is I think this tiny litte thing I got works better than the old one because I can still access syd/mor's network at a fairly decent speed from here... o_O I'm impressed.
sundart insists on reading aloud from a book that tells you the word for all sorts of weird things. Like an affection for women's underwear. Or graphitti on a bathroom wall. *sigh* I think that's my cue to stop typing now.
