I succeeded in getting MeMum online. Yay. Alas, the avenues of communication are only one way because in order to get a reply to her, she needs a working email.
And those are borked because Telstra is way more than lackluster at the moment.
So... Yes, mum. I did get the four separate messages you sent to me late last night for some bizarre reason. Put your hearing aids in. I just tried to ring you twice and you didn't pick up.
I'm not panicking until 10.
http://primarybufferpanel.tumblr.com/post/130327638454/alien-invasion
Thought you might like this one. Don't think it would fit in Amalgam-verse, though. -- RecklessPrudence
[AN: Yeah nah, it wouldn't.]
They called it the Green War. The collective nations of the Earth were fighting over, and in, the world's last forest. So of course, frequent use of napalm was de rigueur.
Elsewhere, pro-lifers were bombing fertility clinics in the mistaken belief that they also performed abortions. There were also roaming gangs of pro-lifers who
Read more »I swear to the Powers That Be [pick your favourite] that tech support would be so much easier with people who understood what the fuck was going on.
I tried to get help from the alleged pros at Telstra. Several times. Concerning both getting MeMum's new compy online and accessing her Bigpond/email account.
I actually got assistance from Beloved about the former.
And as for the latter...
Cue the Benny Hill music.
Five calls. Two texts. One attempt by MeMum to
Read more »That thing where your words get all tangled up and you can't speak your own language until you stop and spit out the bad sounds, then suddenly you can talk again. -- Anon Guest
[AN: You might appreciate this vid from Red Dwarf. There's also a more polished official version IDK I rather prefer the original...]
Shayde was in the middle of Explaining Physics. Some of the expositions she had were still years ahead of current technology. Right now, she was examining
Read more »It's a long weekend for my little darlings, so Beloved is planning on taking them for an adventure to the ocean, the second-deadliest thing about Australia. The first-deadliest is, of course, Australia itself.
Meanwhile, I'm doing something a little more risky.
Tech support for MeMum.
Her old computer has gone to silicone heaven [I plan on taking it home to see if it's really, most sincerely dead] and she now has spanking new compy that will not get online and probably has
Read more »SPOEn get confronted with this http://xkcd.com/1576/ (a personal failure at panel 6, where I guessed wrong and upset someone was what made me send the prompt that became SPOEn - I didn't articulate myself well in the prompt) -- RecklessPrudence
"Wait," said the noob at the meeting. "I thought this was for analysis of language drift, trying to find the origins. I mean, in so far as anyone can find any origins..."
"What did you think it meant when
Read more »There is something desperately wrong with my head. I'm stressed to fuck and have worries out the wazoo, so what does my brain focus on?
Steam-Powered Victorian Romance Fluff.
Seriously.
I am suddenly ob-firkin-sessed with socially-awkward ASD Col. Peter A. Walter 1 repeatedly missing the increasingly unsubtle advances of Iris Tonia... who was hired by Pete1's father in the hopes of at least gaining one descendant.
The whole thing of Pete1 being invited to the Cavalcadium? Pete1's dad thinking: "That place is
Read more »http://internutter.tumblr.com/post/129939811959/a-plot-i-want-to-see -- Anon Guest
[AN: You bastard. And I mean that in the nicest way ;) ]
On the plus side, he had survived the plane crash. On the minus side, nobody else seemed to have done so. Potentially worse news, there were natives here, and they seemed to be worshipping him.
Gavin looked to the passengers on either side of him. Strangers he had nicknamed Mr Complain and Ms Annoying. Mr Complain had thought that the entire
Read more »We're scraping by. We're pulling our heads in...
And managing to maintain the little treats that keep us sane.
Of course, it's a struggle that would be made easier by some funding by you, dear reader, but we're managing.
I kind of feel like we're dangling over a precipice by my fingernails, but that's probably me.
The big needs are waiting for another pay cycle. The Wants are in stasis. Not coming to fruition for the foreseeable future.
And I'm in a
Read more »Opposing the previous prompt, someone tries very hard to get a date with a human and ends up scaring them into hiding in a corner/under something, brandishing a defensive broom handle -- Anon Guest
Of all the romantic gambits in Galactic Society, few have ever been more disastrous than a H'nuf'ruffian's attempt to woo an arachnophobe.
Having overloaded on certain sections of Human media, Cogniscent T't'k't decided that it was a brilliant idea to rappel down on hir own silk until
Read more »I have a lot on my plate at the moment. Lots of stressers on my dressers, as it were. So stand back, I am going to vent.
I already mentioned the injured cat. She has this cut above her eye that's not healing and is going to need expensive stitches. She's otherwise fine, just has this really grody-looking cut above one eye.
Mayhem and Chaos are both practising for the International Procrastination Olympics. Focussing intensely on the Farting Around 500, the Helplessness
Read more »Expanding on http://internutter.tumblr.com/post/119713605994/challenge-00850-b119-one-fine-bar-fight-at-a (aggression of one species very similar to flirting for another)
Someone tries their absolute hardest to start a fight with a human, or just scare them off or something (maybe there is a bet going?) And gets unexpectedly dipped. Kiss optional.
Alcohol was one of the more common registered inebriants, so Intoxicant Bars always came with a semi-flammable miasma. One such establishment was The Unlikely Mammal Drink. A bar run by a saurian
Read more »The problem with the daily grind [or at least, my version of it] is that once my shoes are on, I don't take them off. Which means that, by the time I have the opportunity to treat my feet, I lack the energy to do so.
And I'm grumpy when my feet hurt.
Which makes shopping for anything a trial for Beloved because I whinge a lot. Even when I don't mean to whinge, I whinge. And whingeing drains Beloved like a
Read more »More about humans and their ridiculous "sight" -- Anon Guest
[AN: For those too busy to go look it up, the original instalment is here]
The pirates the crew had just soundly trounced had a treasure of art works in their lair. Including a baffling array of rectangular, flat objects. Lieutenant-Commander Jain, however, almost had a conniption.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Careful with those. They're paintings. Care-ful. That's art." Ze almost snatched a rectangle from Ensign Ch'koff's hands. "We have to put these
Read more »Anyone who's been paying attention knows that things have been a little harsh, lately. And yesterday morning, I needed to borrow the Alternate Car from Beloved just to get the kids to their assorted destinations.
Problem - Beloved's stuff was in there. We remembered to transfer the gate remote, but not the Lanyard that has Beloved's ID. Completely missed it.
And this thing is essential fucking equipment.
So I take off with the kids, their shit, and Beloved's Lanyard in the car.
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