January 23rd, 2008


Da Roof is not on fire...

The cyclone didn't really come to much, did it? I raced home last night to set up my roof-leak fortifications*, all for nought. There was some wind which was impressive, but not enough rain to prevent me skating in this morning. Not that I'm complaining.

* There are two tiles displaced just above my bedroom window. Unfortunately, because the roof is steep-pitched and made of the oldskool ceramic tiles, abseiling down to fix them is virtually impossible (you can't put weight on these tiles and the gap is right on the edge by the guttering, away from any supporting substrate). Basically, you have to come up from below, a distance of around 12m, and our ladder is only 5m. grist has called a roofer to come and look at replacing the whole thing, since we're tired of losing tiles in storms and coping with the subsequent leakage - but as with everything else in the building industry, there's more work than people to do it, and we aren't holding our breath to have it done. Meanwhile, my system for wicking drips away out the window is working as a stopgap.

So in one respect, this drought-like weather is a bonus.

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I am looking forward to the weekend, when Pinkness will take over my hair. In fact, I believe it's becoming contagious, this Pinkness. Bring The Pink, I say!

There's been a request for a rewearing of the succubus costume at Kiwiburn. I was going to leave it behind, but apparently it's a requirement. Hope it's warm there. ;-)

And finally, in news that will interest maybe one person on my flist, I have become a fake vet. I can now make fake medicine and sell it to people to dose their fake horses with. I find it amusing that the best selling item is methamphetamine. If you don't hear from me, it's because my fake meth lab has blown up. *nod*

PS eating mostly plants makes you fart lots.