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The newest issue of Mosaic Minds is up! This issue was one interrupted by sick babies, unmotivated webmistresses, departing editors, a difficult theme and a vacationing editor. Carrie normally sends out the mailing list message and since she is MIA, I had to do it--thank heavens for Opera's Wand because it's been a very long time since I set up the mailing list program, and I hadn't the faintest idea what the password was. Luckily, it's still saved. I also discovered one pretty big bug related to the mailing list that I am totally going to pretend I didn't see, and I was also reminded that it is really time to upgrade the thing. C, please don't go away and make me do this again. It makes me have to do work, and that is Bad.
Boyo had a grumpy day and moped around the house while I worked on Mosaic Minds. I finally made him leave the house to reboot this evening.. we went out to eat and picked up some beverages. I must have been thirsty because we bought: two half-gallons of milk, three 12-packs of 7-Up, one 12-pack of club soda, two cases (24 each) of water and one large bottle of orange-pineapple juice--all for me. The club soda is intended as an experiment. M looked at me as if I had lost my mind when I picked it out. "You only use that to mix with booze!" he said, sneering. I, however, intend to mix it with juice, because here in the land of caffeine-free, I am dying of this-stuff-sucks and am hoping to create fizzy drinks with less sickeningly sweet to them. We'll see how it goes. (First experiment: eh, no. But maybe next time...) In any case, he was in a better mood by the time we came home, so that was good.
Right now, he's playing a game with unbelievably bad language. I am not one to be offended by most "dirty words" with one notable exception, the, you know, compound religious one, but this was some sort of gangster war he was in the middle of, and they were all yelling very nasty things at each other constantly. Every three seconds, there would be a variant of the same word that I happen to not mind much but my mother would freak out about, and it was getting old even for my lax standards.
K: That game is obnoxious.
Character in M's game: FUCK YOU, BITCH!
I guess he told me.
Boyo had a grumpy day and moped around the house while I worked on Mosaic Minds. I finally made him leave the house to reboot this evening.. we went out to eat and picked up some beverages. I must have been thirsty because we bought: two half-gallons of milk, three 12-packs of 7-Up, one 12-pack of club soda, two cases (24 each) of water and one large bottle of orange-pineapple juice--all for me. The club soda is intended as an experiment. M looked at me as if I had lost my mind when I picked it out. "You only use that to mix with booze!" he said, sneering. I, however, intend to mix it with juice, because here in the land of caffeine-free, I am dying of this-stuff-sucks and am hoping to create fizzy drinks with less sickeningly sweet to them. We'll see how it goes. (First experiment: eh, no. But maybe next time...) In any case, he was in a better mood by the time we came home, so that was good.
Right now, he's playing a game with unbelievably bad language. I am not one to be offended by most "dirty words" with one notable exception, the, you know, compound religious one, but this was some sort of gangster war he was in the middle of, and they were all yelling very nasty things at each other constantly. Every three seconds, there would be a variant of the same word that I happen to not mind much but my mother would freak out about, and it was getting old even for my lax standards.
K: That game is obnoxious.
Character in M's game: FUCK YOU, BITCH!
I guess he told me.
