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Since coming back from China, I have managed to . . . not get a lot done. My apartment's still a royal mess, nothing's sorted out, and my to-do list is only decreasing by an item or two each day.
Which is not to say that I've done nothing. I've uploaded a heck of a lot of photos of China, for one (good gods, I took 100 pictures of the Yangshou area alone? Blast that indecently gorgeous scenery! I'd better be at least somewhat selective about posting them . . .). I've freaked out hugely over recent developments in Bleach and InuYasha (half of the freaking out for the latter was that it actually HAD developments. Great good gods! I thought nothing was going to happen in that manga ever again, and suddenly Takahashi pulls something like this on me! That just goes to show that you should never give up on this world . . .). I have stumbled a database of excellent ecclectic InuYasha fic, a species so rare that it boggles the mind. I have almost caught up on three weeks worth of neglected internet comics (as soon as I finish NonSequitur I'll be caught up with all my regulars, anyway).
I did manage to go grocery shopping. I bought cheese and milk, whic I've been deeply missing the past three weeks. I bought lettuce and cabbage and green pepper and carrots. I bought a loaf of cheesy bread and a loaf of normal bread. I bought a small bottle of coffee. I bought a bottle of tea because it came with a free thingie attached to it that was related to Gedo Senki. Beneath the concealing wrapping, the thing proved to be a tiny blank book and three cheap colored pencils, which I am far more pleased with than I ought to be. I must drink a lot of tea so I can go back and get the one with the hand towel in it . . .
Muuuuuust seeeee mooooooovieeeeeee . . .
I also bought the bottle of tea because I needed more tea.
Emrys has been astoundingly vocal for the past three weeks, and the trend is continuing unabated. Perhaps I'll put one or two of the resulting snippets up here, but no more than that, because some of the things he's been telling me do not need to be aired in polite company. Too much information, too much information . . .
Which is not to say that I've done nothing. I've uploaded a heck of a lot of photos of China, for one (good gods, I took 100 pictures of the Yangshou area alone? Blast that indecently gorgeous scenery! I'd better be at least somewhat selective about posting them . . .). I've freaked out hugely over recent developments in Bleach and InuYasha (half of the freaking out for the latter was that it actually HAD developments. Great good gods! I thought nothing was going to happen in that manga ever again, and suddenly Takahashi pulls something like this on me! That just goes to show that you should never give up on this world . . .). I have stumbled a database of excellent ecclectic InuYasha fic, a species so rare that it boggles the mind. I have almost caught up on three weeks worth of neglected internet comics (as soon as I finish NonSequitur I'll be caught up with all my regulars, anyway).
I did manage to go grocery shopping. I bought cheese and milk, whic I've been deeply missing the past three weeks. I bought lettuce and cabbage and green pepper and carrots. I bought a loaf of cheesy bread and a loaf of normal bread. I bought a small bottle of coffee. I bought a bottle of tea because it came with a free thingie attached to it that was related to Gedo Senki. Beneath the concealing wrapping, the thing proved to be a tiny blank book and three cheap colored pencils, which I am far more pleased with than I ought to be. I must drink a lot of tea so I can go back and get the one with the hand towel in it . . .
Muuuuuust seeeee mooooooovieeeeeee . . .
I also bought the bottle of tea because I needed more tea.
Emrys has been astoundingly vocal for the past three weeks, and the trend is continuing unabated. Perhaps I'll put one or two of the resulting snippets up here, but no more than that, because some of the things he's been telling me do not need to be aired in polite company. Too much information, too much information . . .
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