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Burpengary East http://www.cmweller.com 12611 posts

It's 4AM and my life sucks a little

Got woken up by another asthma attack at two in the morning and didn't take a nebuliser dose until 3. I'm going to need another dose long about 6AM. This is indeed a Bad Air Day.

I'm now worried that I may cause alarm and despondency if I need to use my machine in public at Tucson. And to that end, I've warned Miss Bennett about me and put an FAQ on my phone.

I still have no idea if Bunny sees my asks. I tend to have the worst timing in regards to putting stuff in her inbox.

Things that once went right are starting to go wrong...

Asthma attacks on a Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season level [it's Autumn. Of firkin COURSE it's Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season despite the firkin heat] are just the first step.

  • The power cable for my laptop has died the death and replacements must come from either Tanegashima or firkin Narnia. By snailmail. [The very nice dude who I ordered it from understands my panic and promises to get it to me ASAP]
  • The large picture frame that I was using to block the dawn light in my office has fallen and broken and...
  • Because of my asthma attack, I am too twitchy to even try and clean that up, and...
  • Because of the hour, I am in my bare feet. Firkin yay
  • I'm dizzy and twitchy and it still hurts to breathe
  • This is nasty, I'm getting dimmed vision [But I'm still okay for limited definitions of okay. I think]
  • I'm really, really worried I'm gonna pull this "party Trick" in Tucson and panic everybody including SPG and I definitely don't want to give the best band in the world a firkin panic situation and...
  • I really don't want to miss the performance because I was hauled off in an ambulance ffs [Fuck Sneezin' and Wheezin' Season. Fuck it up the ass! Sideways! With the ungodly progeny of a pineapple and a frelling cheese grater!]

(I feel very strongly about my asthma. You can tell)

I have to look at the positives or I'll just end up in another pillow fort all firkin day.

  • I have a stopgap charging arrangement that sort-of works a bit
  • I have the cutest dress for my cosplay on order and it's custom made. Even if it doesn't get here in time, I can kludge together SOMETHING to stand in its place for Tucson because...
  • I am guaran-firkin-teed to be going as Bitzer to every firkin con that I pay to get into. [When/If they start paying me to come, I might have to arrange a day to be Not At My Table]
  • I can get the rest of my makeups locally [Already has silver, black, and gold!], and there are multiple sources for the petticoats nearby
  • Beloved is helping me with the mask and the heart and finding just the right pair of shoes - even though literally nobody will care about the footwear
  • I have four firkin pairs of striped pantyhose now bring it the fuck on
  • I have successfully covered most of the bases in my FAQ. If so requested, I will post it in my Tumblr
  • I have sources for cool makeup shit and striped pantyhose in my size Always Wicked Art and Atomic Cherry, respectively, are firkin AMAZEBALLS
  • I have been practising Bitzer's little tics so often that it's almost second nature. All I have to worry about is using my left hand to pick up things first
  • I am going to be so firkin hyper at Tucson that I will not have to fret about maintaining character or energy levels. I may have to fret about being able to sleep though...
  • When I'm out getting the shoes and the petticoats and the makeups, I am allowed to get myself extra undies without guilt
  • I think I may have figured out a way to fix the mesh fingerless gloves that are available so that they look all antique and partially wrecked. It involves tracing my hand, cheap black cloth, and equally cheap black lace and -yes!- the help of a willing compatriot. Expect a blog entry about this
  • I actually have a Significant Other who wants to help, and did all the other things to get me to Tucson en Robotte

It's almost 5 AM now. Time to find my thongs [that's flipflops for the Americans in my audience] Then I shall take a walk and have my dosage and do all the other things that must be done. Yay.

Sure, I have to reserve some time to go visit MeMum and get the bloomers finalised... and that's a four-hour round trip. But it's coming together. It's okay. I should not panic.

Because I am paranoid enough to arrange for extra everything, just in case. (I never thought I'd be grateful for intrusive thoughts)

Challenge #01105-C008: Smart Way to Die

"Never teleport your brain out of your own skull without a backup plan. No good will ever come of it." -- Anon Guest

The last thing he smelled was ozone. Then there was an alarming darkness. There was no pain, any more. The eyes came online, first, showing him a fine view of his own dead body. Right now, the skull cavity would be filling up with blood as his heart went through its last, spasmodic beats. And as his blood pressure

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...ow

I'm not a happy camper, today.

The asthma attack that will not end is still not ending in a timely manner. After four runs on the nebuliser, yesterday and one this morning, I can feel something loosening up in the bronchii, but it's taking its sweet time shaking loose.

Meanwhile, I shake so much that something has to fall loose, but it isn't.

I'm changing approaches to editors again. Beloved says that working from a MarkDown copy is way easier than working

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Iris and Peter Get Married (Eventually) [pt 43]

Chapter Forty-three
(Epilogue, The Steam Man Band, Delilah returns from the dead, and The persistence of sandwiches)

Duo and Trike held fast to her hands as she entered the side stage door. They giggled to see their automaton brothers playing music on the stage.

“There’s Pappy,” chirped Duo. He was, after all, hard to miss. Still a gangly giant of a man, pale as a sheet and sporting blue-black hair.

“Pappy!” Trike broke away and ran for his father.

Colonel Walter

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Challenge #01104-C007: Special Education

Person #1: Why don't I ever see you stopping by to talk to your niece?

Person #2: Her parent says I'm a bad influence. I still say C4 is an acceptable substitute for playdoh - the store was out! It's not like I gave her any detonators - it was perfectly safe! -- RecklessPrudence

Lots of kids had Best Relatives. And for Mary, her best relative was Aunty Phyllis. Aunty Phyllis had the catchphrase, "Some people just overreact about things." Usually in

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Why do I hurt myself?

I could not get to sleep, last night. I thought I was anxious about getting my cosplay together, but it turns out I was having a Clayton's asthma attack.

Clayton's(adj): The thing you have when you're not having a thing.

In my case, it's not realising I'm having an asthma attack until I look at my fingernails [instead of glance at them] and say, "Holy fuck, those are purple!"

I was probably one very bad night away from full-blown cyanosis. And

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Iris and Peter Get Married (Eventually) [pt 42]

Chapter Forty-two.
(Necessary inventions for a mother, A simple wedding, Flowers all over, and A good husband)

Among dear Peter’s many inventions (most of them were cluttering up a ballroom that had been left long abandoned, now) was an adjustable bed backing that could raise her into a sitting position with the use of a crank. The automatons were forbidden from fighting over who got to use it and perforce drew straws to see whose go it was.

Peters Two and

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Challenge #01103-C006: That Which is Lost

They were at least the person's equal now, and with a three-nil record in killing them. If only they'd stop coming back, more insane each time, so they wouldn't have to do it again. They had admired them, once. -- RecklessPrudence

[AN: Oooooh, nice. First totally gender-neutral prompt EVER. Well done]

Before the fall...

Chara was the friend only Frisk could see. The year that Frisk stopped talking, Chara could hear their thoughts. Chara couldn't eat or drink, or make messes. They

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If I don't do anything today...

I know the reason why. It's called Kingdom and it's a 2-D side-scroller RTS adventure game.

The graphics are heavily pixelated, but there is detail and wonder in that, all the same. The parallax happening when you go exploring is so beautiful, it's been the cause of my monarch's death many a time.

I've already learned not to upgrade stuff during a red moon. That's when all the nastards come out.

The three things you need to balance are archers, builders, and

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Iris and Peter Get Married (Eventually) [pt 41]

Chapter Forty-one.
(Resurfacing to reality, A significant error, An invader in his own home, and A tearful introduction)

Peter hadn’t focussed very much on what people outside his new construction lab were saying to him. Not until Rabbit and the boys started whooping it up about babies. A highly distracting mixture of cheering and panic at maximum volume.

And Mrs Cambridge literally dragged him away from his latest assembly.

“Hm? Pardon?”

“I said,” she growled, still dragging him away from his

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Challenge #01102-C005: Curse? What Curse?

http://bonehandledknife.tumblr.com/post/133846067890/wewerenotthefirst-dude-what-if-a-prince-is

Have fun! -- RecklessPrudence

[AN: Adult content warning: the link inside that post leads you to an article about some very interesting toys]

Camilla had wanted to undo the curse straight away, of course. She had never meant to turn her fiancée into a dragon in the first place. She should have known something was dodgy about that newt's eye extract.

And yet... Frederik was taking his transformation so well. He loved to fly, and

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Hark, hark, the dogs... don't bark?

I had a curious incident of the dogs in the neighbourhood, this morning. Like in the Sherlock Holmes adventure Silver Blaze, they did not bark.

Not a single hound decided to greet me this morning. And I'm very used to the local canine population reacting like I'm Bobby The Serial Killer whenever I toddle by their particular patch of fence.

On one hand, it means that my neighbours around two blocks don't curse my existence or the goddamn cheerful "Good Morning!" I

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Iris and Peter Get Married (Eventually) [pt 40]

Chapter Forty.
(Gram’ma Josie at work, Anxiety all around, Good signs, and An important miscommunication)

Josie let the father and his inventions swarm for all of fifteen minutes. Plenty enough time for a first mother to get well over the idea of watching her go through the entire procedure. Nothing wearied a mother more than having the entire family fuss over her when she was busy doing the hardest work of her life.

The one called Hatchworth kept rummaging inside his

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Challenge #01101-C004: Simon Says...

Getting involved romantically with someone who has psychic powers can be... tricky.

You never know when her saying "I love you" just might become "You love me". -- Anon Guest

[AN: Why is it always a 'her' in these scenarios? You should watch Jessica Jones, Anon.]

"Come on," he said. "You know you love me." And just like that, all the rising bile at the situation... vanished. It evaporated like smoke. And in its place was nothing but love.

"Of course I

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Ugh it's muggy

The storm last night wasn't that amazing for us. Nor did it give us any respite from the humidity. Even though it's currently 28 degrees [84 Fahrenheit], it's that bloody humid that perspiration is literally dripping off me.

This is the exact kind of weather that has me skipping meals because I feel too awful to eat anything. Or has me snorking down ice cream by the bucket load because it's just too hot to think of eating anything else.

Pre-hydrating seems

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