I think I shall blame lassiterfics for reminding me of this toy...

( In Constellated Wars (part five) )

That just says it all, doesn't it?

( In a Dark Wood )

I'll just be...stopping now, until I do any more.

Oooh, or a teaser: ( Old Timber to New Fires )

( Or everything that currently exists of the Petaverse )

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Oh, lovely. Now not only is the hurricane going to hit us, the air conditioning ALL OVER CAMPUS is broken. But most importantly, it's broken in my dorm. NOT COOL. In more ways that one, obviously. Observe:

( Cut for size, and also, irrelevent commentary )

I would also show you the thermostat in our room, but let me just say that my computer isn't reading my camera for whatever reason, so I will simply tell you the temperature is a grand total of 85 DEGREES FAHRENHEIT. Previously, the room was a nice 70 degrees F, cool enough I could wear my sweatpants and be comfortable. Now, we're getting back to "too hot to type."

In other news: still don't know if we're evacuating, quit AFROTC, auditioning for the band, VERY HOT, should probably eat at some point.

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Tulane's evacuating.

oh my god, WHAT?

The approaching hurricane must be turning my brain. For some reason I want Peter Pevensie/Troy Bolton.

...yeah, leave me to Gustav and get it over with.

In more, uh, relevant news: I'm taking a flight out of New Orleans tomorrow morning for Seattle, with a layover at Houston; if y'all want to see what the Tulane students and faculty saw, go here.

Now, I have to pack and then put the rest of my stuff somewhere relatively safe...

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Hey, for anyone that remembers my senior project hijinks, here's what my 110K novel looks like in Wordle form:

( I think the best part is how Beau and Cam are at right angles to each other )

Packing now! For what's coming with me, and then making sure what's staying behind is either wrapped up in plastic or, you know, just off the floor.

And of course my mother calls to ask me to bring her tennis shoes back. No, Mom, I don't have room in the suitcase I'm packing to EVACUATE NEW ORLEANS to bring back your tennis shoes.