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She's like the girl in the movie when the Spitfire falls
Like the girl in the picture that he couldn't afford
She's like the girl with the smile in the hospital ward
Like the girl in the novel in the wind on the moors

~~Marillion
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Behemouth wrestling

Blackwood House: partly printed

There are days… The Behemoth, my beloved gigantic office-quality printer, is forgetting how to pull paper. It may pull a page or two, but then it gets confused and thinks there’s a paper jam, requiring me to roll my chair across the room, fiddle with the paper in the outer tray (the 8.5x11 inner tray hasn’t worked for several years), and open and close the top cover. This is fine if I’m printing only a page or two. When I’m trying to print an entire novel… No. I got five chapters done before I gave up. Of course, I soldiered through printing docs for the A&S competition tomorrow, before realising I could use the Contraption (our color inkjet printer/copier) for those. I’m going to clean the Behemoth’s rollers with alcohol and see if that helps. Later.

We spent some time at the copy shop today. I dropped off the Amenities Booklet (finally), and Ken had a bunch of stuff to copy for his work up in Portland. I relived one of my college summers when I worked in a print/copy shop, as I collated everything for him. In between, I had the Palm and keyboard up, and I wrote a recommendation to the Crown for Ken to get a Harp Argent. Because I am Multitasking Woman, yes I am.

This evening we went to Muirenn’s because her cross-trainer is broken and Ken has managed to fix it once. We brought the fixing for tacos and ate them. Then Ken decided he needed a drill, and Muirenn’s drill had to be charged. So we hauled in the boxes that contain her new dresser and hauled her old dresser to the dumpster, and then went a-wandering through the weekly street fair in her town. We bought a small chocolate tart to share, some truly scrummy lemon sausages, and wheat bread and nectarines to take to the event tomorrow. We also stopped in a comic shop and I found cool Dawn stuff—actually, Ken found the limited edition, signed copy of the new Dawn series, and it was only $12, but I resisted madly. I wish he hadn’t shown it to me, really.

Anyway, I helped Muirenn start the construction of the new dresser, and Ken determined that the trainer couldn’t be fixed, but he might be able to get a new part for it, so we toddled on home. Since then, I’ve printed the docs, found the A&S entries (rose beads, German placket, and heraldic cushion), and gotten my garb and sundries together.

I did not, however, get any copy editing done nor any writing done today. Grumble.

I can’t believe it’s been a month since Pirate Tourney, the last event we went to. Whatever happened to the event-every-weekend-from-May-to-December thing? I’m not sure I’m complaining…but I am curious.


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