I may not crochet an anatomically -- well, I suppose the best we can get is anatomically probable -- velociraptor cloaca until I have finished the (human) sex ed hat.

I must also finish the crocheting project that is meant for afuna. (Localfolks have probably seen me working on it.)

I think I may need a sink plunger.

I am working on a code tour; my standard code tour protocol dictates that I remain awake until the code tour is finished.

I have words to put together on the topic of "but it's made up/invented/performative/a social construct, so that means it shouldn't matter very much", but suffice to say that given the utter wankstorms that can erupt over things like whether Harry Potter ought to have wound up in a serious relationship with Hermione or Ginny, and how friendships imploded, stuff that's a lot less fictional matters. And whether or not someone with an "objective" perspective thinks it should matter means fuckall. And how "objective" is a filthy lie and also dangerous.

Some eschatological humor, in concept form: Macdonald Hall fic. Miss Scrimmage falls prey to some doomsday prophecy, and in dotty but practical Miss Scrimmage form, prepares for the coming disaster by instructing her young ladies in the post-apocalyptic arts. Meanwhile, across the road, the boys are very busy in a fashion that all goes completely and explosively haywire on the very day indicated by the prophecy.

I still need soap, soup, and cider.

Whatever that thing was, it is an ex-that-thing, and should be discarded.

Having obtained the indicated boxes, it would be great to start putting the things from the shelves in them, and the boxes back on the shelves.

Nice gel mattress pad. It's still a thing.

There is plenty of fruit. However, we have established that carrots give a really weird texture to the smoothies.

Oh, IRC. So kaberett realized that a literal sex-ed hat was in order, and wrote up the finished project some.

I decided shortly after hearing the plans, that I was going to need one as well. It is already clear that our visions are very different. So far I have the (lined) uterus, with one fallopian tube. My excellent mental 3D modeling program is showing me how it all fits together in a hilarious and vaguely wearable fashion.

I got the yarn the other day (there were ants that I discovered -- last Sunday?, and I reported them Monday and got my rent turned in, the bug guys came Tuesday and sprayed; while I was Out as I could not be near the fumes, I got yarn and groceries) for the project, and then Thursday I told my aunt all about it.

Naturally the plan got back to my father, which made for an entertaining phone call on Saturday.

Today I have incorporated shocking pink yarn from my stash, and then next would be the ovaries. This is really going to be entertaining.

I've been taking pictures, but most of them are still on my phone. A sample:

Quite some time ago, a group of very silly anime/yaoi/slash girls were gathered at soundsoft_elvy's place for an evening of anime. I brought my crocheting, because that's what I do while I'm watching anime. I brought a cute little pair of nail scissors to cut the yarn, because that's what's needed when I'm crocheting.

Unfortunately, I was wearing a skirt without pockets. And I wanted my scissors on me. So I stuck them in my sock. Unfortunately, they fell out, and also unfortunately, reichiere found them with her leg.

I later lost those scissors, and had to get a new pair (this kind with saftey-rounded tips) to replace them.

Guess who just found the original, dangerously pointy scissors under her desk when cleaning up? Thaaaat's right... they're back.

And they're very, very pointy.