Odin's Day

Administration
Happy birthday to rubberella!

Hello to new reader knotshere!

Medical
The usual, plus coordination fuckery. *wipes coffee off floor*

HPV/cervical cancer awareness
Y'all know that some forms of HPV lead to cervical cancer, yes? Info here! Get screened at your next gyn visit. And make sure to do those gyn visits regularly; they can pick up all sorts of things. (Had mine in January.)

And look, shiny! On that site, you can order a cute bracelet kit. For free. And for each kit ordered, Merck will donate one dollar to Cancer Research and Prevention Foundation. Can't beat that with a stick. *nod*

KoL
New content like whoa. Feel free to spoiler me on the new Three Amigos trophy. And the new 15th-level skills.

Time, time, time...
Woke up at 9:30, explored teh intarwebs, had breakfast, used KoL turns (out of Ronin at level 8), cleaned out fridge. Yes. I have a handle on my time today. *nod*

Hi!

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Afternoon Miscellany

* I'm not getting any of my LJ comment notifications. It is sheer luck that I noticed this in time to prevent my Cairo imp from not being first-come, first serve (you've got it, ayalanya! send me your address!). Erf.

* I have a Caribou Coffee Campfire Mocha. Yes, it is 90+ degrees out, and I am drinking hot coffee. That is how much love I have for the Campfire Mocha.

* I desperately want Boiled in Lead (with Stemple on vocals) to cover "March of Cambreadth". That song needs snarly guitar licks like those on "Newry Highwayman", and Stemple's growl. With BiL doing it, it'd be a Fenris song.

* William Carlos Williams MadLibs!

* Today I smell like Elizabeth Bathory, minus the blood of virgins.

* Hi!

Shayara: end of the beginning

Rasp of a foot on torn, trampled ground; cascade of pebbles.

He laughed quietly, not bothering to turn and face her. "You were so graceful once, Tiala. Have I taken that from you as well?"

"I wanted you to hear me." Her voice was steady, passionless, belying her exhaustion.

"To what end?"

"It's over, Tal."

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writerbrain

Don't you hate it when you have an image in your mind that's in the process of sparking a scene, but you don't know what the scene's going to be like yet?

In my mind: Alanna (age? still far too young) curled up nude on her rumpled bed, watching Jeramie dress. She's propped up on her elbows, tousled curls over her shoulders, across her back - in her face a little, but she's watching him too intently to brush her hair away. Hands clenched. Kittenlike.

He's not looking at her.

What she wants to ask: When can we tell people about us?