retroactive plane tickets for tuesday. and avian sharks. um.

( well, I had to, didn't I? (stupid barbie quiz) )

I am digging up plastic stashed away by a rodent, a meter down into the old foundation I'm working on. All the soils look the same as each other, but different from themselves, which makes it hard to tell what bit I'm working on, and when I should call it by another name. (like "oh look, there's plastic, I wonder if this is disturbed?") Across the muck they're playing democratic king of the mountain, while the other team is digging up the dry end of the mill wheel housing and I am stuck in a technically-against-safety-regulations deep hole in the ground all by myself. Oh well. Landforms make more sense than people anyway.

Oh, and....

zombie fluxx!

(the main page says it's about to go into production, too)

fencing, at which I laid moderate amounts of waste, and people said things:

Geoff: I haven't heard from my wife since noon. I wonder what she's up to?
Hadrurus: Well, I haven't heard from my wife since last night.
me: I don't have a wife.
Hadrurus: Aw, Kade, that's ok, we'll find you one.
me: You'll start looking under the chairs?
Hadrurus: Yes, that's where you find the best ones.

Hadrurus (to Simon): I'll have to tell Shen that I've been undressing her husband. Ex-husband...
me: But you normally undress her husband.
Hadrurus: That's right, I do normally undress her husband, don't I?

(some liberties taken with the wording... for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, Shenafin used to be married to Simon, and is now married to Hadrurus, who I hope I'm spelling right. She's also posted in Turkey at the moment.)