#i love the titans.. god bless you for sending this ask to me <3

[sadcharactersrmykryptonite]

Completed tsats, in the middle of exam week, guess I have my priorities straight. Okay, let's get into the pro and con opinions of mine in this book.

Pros

1.Nico got over his trauma. Not completely of course, but he is on the right path. And the cocoa puffs are really cute ( send me fanart).

2.I am glad nico is more emotive in this. We saw him smile more, make jokes and generally be more optimistic then the other books. I felt like titan's curse nico is coming back and i love it. I love that nerdy side to him.

3.We see him cry it out. After so long of seeing him being described as emotionless, cold and scary, it was nice to see him letting out his emotions.

4. I love that he is so affectionate with will. We already know that nico is physically affectionate with the people he cares about, like hugging Jason, reyna, and kissing hazel on the cheek. It makes sense that he will be affectionate with his bf.

5. I love that the entire story revolves around how kind nico is. Like we knew that nico was the only one who saw and talked to hestia. His selflessness is the most important trait of his but also the most overlooked. But it's also the trait that got him in the most trouble. I am glad that he told nyx to f**k off, it means he is learning to prioritise himself and i am so glad for that. Also it felt so good to see people and deities acknowledge that, too the point that a primordial goddess was threatened by it. Listen up kids, KINDNESS IS YOUR BIGGEST STRENGTH NOT A WEAKNESS.

6. I liked will's characterisation. He's exactly what I taught he will be, kind, daring, supportive and brave. And he learns, accepts his mistakes and meets nico in the middle, what more can i ask. ( I feel like a parent giving their blessings to their child's so)

7. Nyx felt threatening, way better then gaia. And I really liked the way the final battle was more psychological then physical. And the new development in wills powers, that's a head cannon that felt validated. He can use plague powers, powerfull sunshine boy, nico, powerful sunshine boy.

8.Bob and small bob, they are the best. And them being happy and enjoying their freedom, ah, I was crying. I love them.

9.The deities crying over solangelo. I get it, they are so cute. Kind of shows a human side to them. And that talk about lost souls with gorgyra, yeah, another scene that brought me too tears. The fact that they still have hope. Warmed my heart.

10.Loved the talk about change , and being true to yourself and having the option to choose. It read nicely and it's a great message for the kids out there, not just LGBTQ kids, to everyone. And even bitter adults can learn this lesson. So be open minded people.

As a literature student, I am done with all the nihilist, Existentionalist, tragic stories that I had to read. This was the cheesy, funny, pure, and sweet book that I wanted to get rid of all this stress. And that's what I want from a percy Jackson series book.

Cons

1.It was rushed. But I think I understand. I mean they had to put nico's solo tartarus plot, the actual plot of the story and also address their trauma, add fanservice, create a believable story for why nico had to go to tartarus again ( sideyes hades) , yeah way too much for a spinnoff.

2.I would have love to know more about will. Don't get me wrong, as I gushed about it, I really like their interactions. But it felt like he was made for those interactions, like will solace is still not an individual character but nico di angelo's boyfriend. To me it felt like Rick was telling," look at this sunshine boy, I would tell you why he is perfect for nico", hence the earlier blessing comment. ( you have my blessing will, you have my blessing). But I don't care about it much, for me I was looking forward to Nico's story and I got it so I am happy.

3.There were inconsistencies, like bianca and his mother. It felt like a retconn, but it's also a story about gods, so it makes sense that hades will do it.

4.The tartarus parts didn't hit as much as I thought it would, nicos past solo trip, that is. Maybe it's because the story was written by two authors. I cried but it didn't tear my heart out. Maybe because I know nico gets out. Hmmm, something to think about.

5.Please dont take this the wrong way, but I didn't like how they constantly kept saying boyfriend. Like I get it, I know you are a couple, I want you to be couple, but it felt like the authors didn't think they would come across as a couple and kept on reminding us. This is one nitpick I have in this book.

Oh another nitpick. I wanted to see the other characters, like hazel and reyna and how did I forgot apollo. I need more apollo. I really wanted to see nico's reaction to reyna joining the hunters. Not much just a tiny reference, like when they were talking to gorgyra, like she also abandoned me, something like that.

And that's it. I can't think about any more cons.

TLDR: This book left me feeling like a proud mama who's watching her son grow up to be a hero. And that's exactly what I wanted. So, this book is a 10/10 for me. Cherished forever.

[godsofhumanity]

I adore your Titan HCs, do you have any for the younger generation?

*jotaro kujo voice* YES! YES! YES! YES!

❤ warning: long post ahead! ❤

PROMETHEUS

okay full disclaimer- Prometheus is my favourite titan <3

i imagine him to be that guy that you bring home to meet your parents and they instantly love him... he's the guy that other parents see and are like "yeah he's a good kid, you should be more like him".

i think Prometheus does have a little bit of a mischievous side, but he's NOT immoral.

he enjoys good pranks and funny jokes, but he's not obscene- he's just cheerful.

i also think Prometheus is very intelligent. from all of the younger generation, i think he's the smartest and the wisest.

Prometheus is also very considerate and gentle. i don't think he's the kind to yell or shout.

he doesn't get "angry" as much as he gets "disappointed" (which we all know is worse T-T).

during the Titanomachy, the original myths say that Prometheus sides with Zeus, but i wanted to elaborate on this further- my hc is that Prometheus didn’t just side with Zeus, he had, for some time before he even knew Zeus existed, been going around and rallying the other younger Titans to form a resistance.

i think that he grew up around Cronus’ palace and watched Cronus as he slowly corrupted himself, and Prometheus knew that it was time for change. 

so i think that Prometheus and a few of his cousins had a little superhero group going on, and when they finally met Zeus, i think Prometheus was essentially Zeus’ right-hand man. i don’t think they always saw eye-to-eye, but i think Zeus appreciated Prometheus’ advice and leadership skills, and this just makes the fire incident all the more tragic </3

about the fire incident- i think that Prometheus has a genuine love for humanity. to him, humans are the children of the gods and he believes that it's the gods’ responsibility to take care of them.

which is why he risks his life to grant humanity fire- he knows how important it is for them to survive, and his heart bleeds every time he sees the gods abuse and interfere with them </3

in a previous set of hc's (scroll down to the Cronus section), i mentioned that i think Prometheus' love for humanity began as a child when he saw Cronus create the first age of man- the Golden Age.

i think he was quite captivated by these living beings not born from the gods, but molded and shaped by them in their image. and i think that really impacted him deeply.

Prometheus' wife is Hesione, and i think that when Prometheus stole the fire from Zeus, he did it because he knew that Hesione is a strong goddess, and he knew that she'd support him (which i think she does!). i think his whole family shares his love for humanity.

when Prometheus was chained to the rock, i think Deucalion was still very small and didn't quite understand where his dad had gone, so i have this hc that when Deucalion grows up, he actually goes to the rock where his dad is chained and they talk it out- and Prometheus expects that Deucalion will be full of hate for him because he left them all alone, but in fact, Deucalion is a lot like Prometheus, and he actually really looks up to his dad and he’s proud to be Prometheus’ son, and he’s proud to help humanity the way his dad did :)))

more Prometheus hc's as well Atlas, Menoetius, Anchiale and Epimetheus hc's here <3

HELIOS

i think Helios is a bit of goofball.

in my head, he’s this incredibly handsome and elegant looking titan... he looks so cool and he’s turning heads when he walks.. but then he trips on the pavement because he got distracted looking at a frog on the sidewalk.

Helios is very kind, i think.

in the myths that he appears in, it’s usually because he’s seen something happening to someone somewhere and now someone else wants to know what’s up so they consult him- and it’s occurred to me that Helios literally never refuses to help.

he helps Demeter when Persephone went missing, he told Hephaestus when he saw Aphrodite and Ares having an affair. he helps his granddaughter, Medea, even after she commits a bunch of atrocities. i think at his core, he’s just a very amiable titan.

i think he does have a bit of an ego. he’s proud of who he is and who is family is. he knows that he’s important and that the work he does is important. but Helios isn’t arrogant or boastful about it. he values honour and despises cowardice.

Helios is very energetic. when he gets excited, i think he jumps around a lot and he just wants to tell everyone and anyone about what’s made him so excited.

in some myths, they say that Helios’ wife was Perse, an Oceanid, but my hc for him is that he doesn’t really have one wife- he has many consorts, and i think he doesn’t really care for settling down.

he’d think of himself as a romantic.

also, Helios is very paternal. i think he loves his children more than anything else in the world. he probably shows pictures of his kids to everyone, “hey have you seen my daughter? she literally just turned some guy’s friends into pigs,, isn’t she awesome? #prouddadmoment”

i don’t think that Helios is the brightest bulb in the shed. he’s not stupid, but i don’t think he’s an intellectual genius the way i’d say Prometheus probably is.

in the previous section, i mentioned the idea that the younger titans had a little resistance group, and i think Helios was a part of this group.

i have this brotp idea that consists of Prometheus, Helios and Pallas being bros. i think Prometheus brings the brains, Helios brings the looks, and Pallas brings the brawn.

i’ve always wondered why the younger titans never seem to have that much of a role in Olympus- i mean, it’s always Zeus and his siblings, despite the other titans being quite powerful (i mean, Helios is literally the Sun). my hc for this is that after Prometheus was so brutally punished by Zeus for the fire incident, everyone was pretty hurt- i mean, they were closer to Prometheus than to Zeus, so seeing him being punished like that was just extremely sad and heartbreaking for the rest of the titans.

i think as a result of the incident, the rest of the titans kinda distanced themselves from Olympus. no one wanted to be there anymore because it felt wrong.

i like the idea that Helios visits Prometheus at his rock often, and they sit and chat and Helios tells him about everything that’s happening :)

SELENE

i think that Selene is the eldest of Hyperion’s children. first came Selene, then Eos, and then Helios- the moon is followed by the dawn which heralds the coming of the sun and the start of a new day.

Selene is very tall. i imagine her to look very beautiful, but also very intimidating.

while her siblings are described as having numerous lovers, i don’t think Selene is much of a romantic. the only love of her life was the mortal Endymion.

i think Selene is very guarded. she comes across to people who don’t know her as cold and aloof, but that couldn’t be further from the truth- in fact, i think Selene is very emotional, but she’s not vocal about it.

she expresses her feelings through actions rather than words.

just as i think Helios was part of Prometheus’ little resistance force, i think Selene and Eos were as well.

as siblings, i think Selene, Eos and Helios are super close- they are quite inseparable. they’re all very protective of each other as well, and they’d defend each other at any cost.

EOS

Eos is the middle child in Hyperion’s family.

i think she’s very energetic and passionate. she’s incredibly friendly and not-shy.

as the goddess of dawn, i think she generally is a pretty gentle soul, but she can also be very loud.

i think she has more than a short temper- it’s a fleeting temper. she’ll start yelling and screaming, but then she’ll see a butterfly and she’ll calm down immediately.

Eos is also a little whimsical. she can be indecisive about what she wants or what she feels- that’s not to say that she’s deceiving. i don’t think she has a deceptive bone in her body- she always says what she’s thinking, maybe sometimes without a filter.

but even so, i don’t think Eos plans ahead. she’s a live-in-the-moment type of girl. 

in the Eos-Tithonus myth, when Tithonus starts to age because Eos forgot to gift him eternal youthfulness to go with his immortality, Eos takes pity on the poor guy and turns him into a cicada- and even though it was kinda Eos’ fault that Tithonus was suffering from old age to begin with, i think it was a kind gesture that she relieved his suffering, rather than just ignoring him.

related to cicadas- i think Eos love bugs and critters and stuff like that. she loves all animals, and that includes little insects.

there’s a myth where Eos sleeps with Ares and incurs Aphrodite’s wrath- Aphrodite punishes her to be filled with insatiable lust and that’s why Eos kidnaps a lot of pretty boys. but tbh, i like the idea that Eos, at her core, is just naturally a lover.

i think she’s a bit of romantic, and she falls in love easily.

i think she appreciates typical romantic sentiments- roses, and chocolate.

of course, i think her greatest love is Astraeus, her husband (more about him below ^-^).

more Eos hc's here :D

PALLAS

Pallas is one of the titans who doesn't really have too much lore.

the Latin author Hyginus calls Pallas "the giant", and he was assumed to be the titan god of warcraft, so this makes me imagine Pallas to be decently tall, and muscular.

Pallas in my head is pretty stoic. i don't think he's all that verbal with his emotions.

in saying this, i don't think he's averse to saying what he feels- he doesn't think that emotions are a bad thing, he just doesn't express it too much.

earlier in this hc set, i mentioned my hc that Prometheus, Helios and Pallas have a brotp. i think that Prometheus and Pallas, in particular, are really close- Pallas is the son of Crius who was thrown into Tartarus for siding with Cronus, so i imagine that Pallas and his brothers must have grown up with Prometheus and his siblings.

related to his domain of warcraft, i think Pallas is a really good fighter. i think he likes to fight, but he's very honourable.

if he lost in a fight, i don't think he'd be a sore loser, or he'd rage about it- he'd accept his defeat with grace and dignity, and he'd acknowledge the strength of his opponent.

in my previous set of hc's for the elder titans (scroll down to Eurybia's section), i mentioned that although Pallas likely would have sided with Cronus rather than Zeus during the Titanomachy in the original myths, my hc is that Pallas sided with Zeus instead.

this ties in with my hc that Pallas is an honourable and noble titan.

Pallas' wife is Styx and i have this hc that while on a hunt, Pallas went to wash his bloody weapons in Styx's river, not realising that she was there. and Styx was really mad about him "polluting" her river so they fought. and i think Pallas was really impressed by her fighting skills, and eventually they became friends, and then lovers, and then they got married.

i also think Pallas was really lackadaisical about it- i mean, i don't think he's a romantic at all. he just looked at Styx one day and was like, "hey do you want to get married?", and Styx, who is also generally pretty chill agreed <3 i think they are probably the most chill couple from the younger titans.

PERSES

my hc is that Perses is the middle child in Crius and Eurybia's family. Pallas is the oldest, and Astraeus is the youngest.

i think Perses, from all his siblings, is the most like Crius.

he's very intelligent, and sensible. he's quite mature.

Perses' name means "to ravage" or "to destroy" which paints a pretty brutal idea of him. but i personally don't think that Perses is violent as much as he is a strategic and skilled fighter.

i like the idea that Pallas taught Perses to fight <3

i think he's a little colder than his siblings, and i think he has blind loyalty to his king, which is why i agree with the traditional lore that suggests that Perses ended up in Tartarus after the Titanomachy.

in the previous set of hc's (scroll down to Eurybia's section), i mentioned that i think Eurybia has moments where she can fly into quite a ruthless rage- i think Perses inherits this from his mum.

on Perses' wikipedia page, it says that he "was wed to Asteria", which, when i first read it, sounded pretty cold and aloof. i mean, it didn't say that Asteria was his consort, or his wife (which sounds more intimate and familiar), it just says that he was wed (which sounds like it's just something that *happened*)...

what i'm trying to say, is that i don't think Asteria and Perses had a love marriage- i think it was probably arranged.

that's not necessarily a bad thing. i think Perses and Asteria both agreed to it, and i think that for the most part of their marriage, though they may have not been in love with each other, they were certainly quite content to be together.

Perses, though he can seem indifferent to those around him, is still kind. i think he's very patient, and respectful.

i've said before that i like the idea of having Hecate's magic something that Hecate inherited from Perses' side and Asteria's- i think Coeus (Asteria's father) was pretty nifty at magic as was Crius (Perses' father), and i think Perses and Asteria both inherited this and passed it on to Hecate.

ASTRAEUS

Astraeus is referred to as the titan god of the dusk, and he was also associated with the winds and the constellations.

my hc is that, unlike his older brothers, Astraeus is a lot more in touch with his emotions. i think he's quite vocal about it.

in terms of personality, i think Astraeus closely resembles his mum, Eurybia.

more often than not, he's always smiling and laughing, and being positive.

i also think that Astraeus is a gooey romantic. he's the cheesy type.. the cringey lover.

Astraeus' wife is Eos, which makes a lot of sense thematically since Astraeus represents dusk, and Eos represents dawn.

i have a hc that Astraeus fell in love with Eos the first time he saw her- love at first sight. and i think Eos felt the same way.

because Eos represents the dawn, i imagine that she's an early riser.. i mean, really really early- 3 AM. Astraeus meanwhile, who represents the dusk, is a little bit of a late riser.

i have this hc that Eos stopped by his house at some obscene time in the morning and woke him up so that he could ride with her in her chariot and witness the sunrise the way she sees it, and it was the most beautiful thing Astraeus had ever seen (besides Eos of course <3).

anyways, then they got married and sickened everyone to death with their cringey nicknames for each other.

in the original myths, it's mentioned that Eos had many lovers on the side, but i think Astraeus is okay with it- i don't think he feels threatened by Eos' affairs because he's knows that he's the only true one.

also, i'm not sure whether Astraeus was originally sent to Tartarus, but my hc is that he fought on Zeus' side through Prometheus' little super-titan resistance team. this makes sense to me not simply because i like Astraeus and i don't want him to rot in Tartarus, but as the god of the dusk, he has a pretty important role as a personified concept. so it doesn't make sense why he would get removed from the narrative like that.

ASTERIA

Asteria is best known as being the mother of Hecate by Perses.

as i've already said, i think that Asteria was quite proficient with magic herself, and i like the idea that she taught Hecate.

in terms of personality, i imagine Asteria to be very clever, and witty. i think she's very gracious and patient. i don't think that Asteria is much of a fighter- she doesn't like violence or conflict, but she hates injustice more, and she is willing to make reasonable sacrifices if the cause is just.

my hc is that she is close to her cousin Prometheus. i think they get along very well because they have similar personalities. i also like the idea of her being good friends with Hesione, who becomes Prometheus' wife.

during the Titanomachy, she almost definitely sided with Zeus in the original myths, and i agree with that idea.

after the war, the myths say that Zeus pursued Asteria as well as her sister Leto, but Asteria rejected his advances. in most myths, Zeus' unrelenting pursuit of her ends with Asteria escaping from him by transforming into the island which becomes known as Delos.

i like the idea of Asteria becoming Delos which, as we know, becomes the refuge of Leto when she gives birth to Apollo and Artemis. i like the idea of family always finding away to provide support, BUT i don't like the aspect of Zeus as a forceful and insatiable god.

so my hc is that while Zeus did chase after Asteria, i think Delos had already been created by Asteria previously as a place for her to raise Hecate, and when Asteria returned to that place, i think Zeus knew that it wasn't happening and he gracefully gave up.

i mentioned in Perses' hc's that i think Asteria and Perses had an arranged marriage. i think their marriage was interrupted by the Titanomachy, and although Asteria took Zeus' side, i think Perses took Cronus' side- which definitely led to a little conflict within their family.

my hc is that Asteria already knew that she was pregnant with Hecate during the Titanomachy and she wanted a better life for her daughter which is why she fought alongside Zeus, and i think she also knew that Perses wouldn't fight against Cronus- so she had to choose between her child and her husband, and she chose her child.

after Olympus gets established, i think Asteria and Leto live on Delos together, happily retired, the way they deserve <3

LETO

i've actually already done a few Leto hc's here so i won't repeat them :)

[bluesylveon2]

My My, I Could Never Let You Go

Summary: Sasha Zoe just wants her dad to walk her down the aisle. There is only one problem: she doesn't know who her dad is! Sasha invites 3 men in hopes of finding out which one is her father. What could possibly go wrong?

Pairings: Levi x Hange, Sasha x Niccolo, and other background relationships

Disclaimer: This is a Levihan Mamma Mia au. This fanfic is inspired by Mamma Mia which is directed by Phyllida Loyd, written by Catherine Johnson, and uses music from the pop group ABBA. Attack on Titan is a manga/anime series written by Hajime Isayama and published by Kondasha

A/N:  I created the 2/3 of the chapter to answer this question I had from the movie: "How did Sky know where to find Sophie?" I hope you all enjoy the "Lay All Your Love On Me scene" ;) I also have a Eremika scene after reading ch 139 Thank you for following me! I’m almost at 100 followers, which I never thought I would get when I made an account. This may not the best, but I am learning as I go! 😁

Edit: I recommend listening to the Mamma Mia movie version of Lay All Your Love On Me! It will help when you read the guy’s performance

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Ch 7: Lay All Your Love On Me

If someone were to ask how Niccolo's day went: normal would be an understatement. 

The stage was all set. The only thing missing was the star of the show (aka his fiance, Sasha). Niccolo was happy with the way everything turned out. It took a lot of her friends and locals to agree on it and perfect it. Now he just needs to pick up Sasha from the hotel and show her the surprise before she leaves for her bachelorette party. 

If only she would pick up her phone first. Niccolo decided to check the hotel first since she frequents there the most. 

It's simple. It's quick. It's just one task! What could possibly go wrong?

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At the hotel

"So I'm thinking, what if we locked Eren and Mikasa in a room together and let them out after they confess?" Historia was pacing around the kitchen while going over her matchmaking plans with Hitch. Her white sundress swayed around as she walked. Meanwhile, Hitch was leaning on the counter and was eating an apple. She wore a green romper. Her green eyes followed Historia’s pacing. 

It’s been over an hour since the girls spread out around the island acting as lookouts for Niccolo. Hitch and Historia decided to pair up and stay in the hotel just in case Niccolo comes back. Historia also took the liberty to get Sasha’s phone she left in her room, turn it off, and hide it in case Niccolo decides to spam her with phone calls. 

Hitch swallows the food in her mouth and shakes her head in disapproval. "Bad idea. Remember what happened with Armin the last time I tried to throw them in a locked room together. I doubt Mikasa would appreciate it if something happened to her precious Eren.” 

Historia hums in agreement and stops pacing. She begins to panic. Well, there goes her plan. Now she needs to come up with something else before tomorrow. Now, what is she supposed to do? Those two have liked each other for God knows how long except them! Honestly, it was kind of annoying watching whatever dance they were dancing. If only Ymir were here to help. She would actually push them into a closet and expect something to happen. 

Pushing them together. huh…

Hitch noticed the mischievous gleam in Historia’s eyes. It seems Ymir has been influencing her lately. 

“What are you thinking about, Historia?” she asks curiously.

Historia sways slightly from her spot. “What if we try to get them together at the reception. You know? We push them to dance.”

Hitch contemplates it and sets her apple down on the counter. That could work, maybe something earlier in the day could be a better option though. 

“What if we invite the guys to go with us to the beach tomorrow? We can even get two birds with one stone!”

Historia gasps. “That’s perfect!” She walks over to Hitch and raises her hand up for a high five. “I’m so excited! Mikasa and Hanami better thank us at their weddings!” she huffs with triumph.

Hitch laughs and high fives Historia. It seems like Ymir has definitely influenced Historia after all.

Historia rubs her hands together with excitement. This plan they come up with will be executed flawlessly. She (and everyone in their group) are tired of watching those four dancing around. 

“Now I think Hanami does not need much pushing from us. She just needs to stop what she’s doing for once and look at her surroundings.”

Hitch nods in agreement. “I agree. That girl is going to find something new to do once the wedding is over. She needs time to herself too.”

“Exactly! Now, this is what I’ve been thinking about. When-” Historia was interrupted by the door opening. Niccolo walks into the kitchen with a huge grin on his face.

“Historia? Hitch? Have you seen Sasha? I’ve been looking for her, and she’s not picking up her phone.”

Both girls shook their heads simultaneously. They did their best to look natural and convince Niccolo they haven’t seen her recently. 

“No. Sasha was heading to Finikas with Annie and Mina,” Historia says. She wasn’t technically lying. Annie and Mina did go to Finikas, just without Sasha. 

“Your best bet is to head there,” Hitch adds while shrugging her shoulders and feigning innocence.

Niccolo sighs. He can understand why Sasha would not be at the hotel since it’s already the afternoon. Knowing her, she could still be devouring a feast as he speaks. 

“Thank you for letting me know. I have to find her right away.” He waves at the girls goodbye and heads back into town towards the restaurant. Hopefully, she is still with Annie and Mina. 

Historia and Hitch watch as Niccolo runs off. Hitch could already tell what Historia was thinking and pulled out her phone. “I’m on it,” she says and texts the group chat that Niccolo was on the move. 

Historia sighs with relief after Hitch hit send. “Let’s go over our plans now. We’re running out of time.” 

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Somewhere in town

Being friends with one of the island’s popular residents has its perks. The locals know who you are, and you can get great deals or free food. Sometimes, the fame even spreads to the resident’s friend group. 

So when the owners of Finikas set up a huge surprise lunch for the daughter of the island’s sweetheart, they were expecting Sasha to be there. The only problem was that she was busy at the moment. The owners found Sasha’s friends heading back from the pier expecting Sasha to be within the group. They were sad after they noticed Sasha’s absence in the group, so Mina (bless her heart) decided to step up; so the food does not go to waste. She even asked Annie to accompany her because she is the closest to her, leading up to now.

Annie and Mina were walking through the streets of Kalokairi to head back to the hotel. Their stomachs were so full that anyone could see their bellies sticking out through their blouses. They even had to loosen their shorts a bit to accommodate the amount of food they ate. The girls decided to walk back to the hotel to burn off the food and take a nap before the bachelorette party.

“Next time, let’s get Sasha to eat the food for us to make up for today,” Mina complains as she rubs her full stomach. The owners were so grateful for Annie and Mina that they decided to make them another feast for the two when they get married. They appreciated the thought, but who knows after today. There were many meat items out. It was definitely made for Sasha.

Annie only nods and rubs her stomach. This was the most food she’s eaten in her life, and she could feel the sleep entering her body.

Mina glances at Annie as she walks. “Thank you for eating that last slice of baklava. Any more for me and I would’ve blown up!” she takes her hands off her stomach and pushes it away from her body to mimic an explosion. 

Annie weakly waves her off. “It’s ok. I don’t mind eating it.”

“Thank goodness for your sweet tooth.” Mina jokes and Annie actually laughs at it. They continue walking in silence. Annie looks over at Mina to find her looking deep in thought.

“Something on your mind?” 

“Do you know what the guys are doing? They have been really busy since we left to meet up with Historia and Mikasa.”

Annie shrugs her shoulders. “Who knows? All I know is that it’s a surprise for Sasha and only Hanami knows what’s going on.” Even Armin never told her specifically what was going on or why only Hanami is aware. He did mention to her how it was going to be memorable and most likely make her laugh. 

Mina looks at her with shock. She was unaware of the surprise at all. “Does anyone else know about it?”

Both girls laugh. Annie and Mina are close, and Mina considers herself lucky for befriending Annie when they met. She remembers how Annie intimidated her at first impressions.

Speaking of their friends. What was the status of the other girls and Niccolo?

“Hey, Annie.” 

Annie hums in response. “Is there any news on the girls about Niccolo’s whereabouts?” The girls had split up after Sasha went with her dads. As far as Annie and Mina know, they have no idea where Niccolo was. They had muted their phones earlier to focus on the multiple plates of food in front of them.

Annie takes her phone out of her shorts pocket, and Mina does the same. They turn it on and swipe their screens to open the group chat. Suddenly, both girls froze, and their faces contoured in shock as they read the message.

Hitch: Niccolo is heading your way! I repeat, Niccolo is heading your way!!!

Oh no.

“Annie! Mina! I need your help!”

Their eyes widen with shock. What were the odds that Niccolo would suddenly show up now?

Niccolo runs up to the girls and stops to catch his breath. Annie and Mina could tell that he ran there based on the sheen of sweat on his face. 

“Have you seen Sasha? Hitch and Historia told me she was here with you.”

Mina (fake) gasps. “You just missed her. She’s heading to Limnonari beach with Hanami.” She looks away and shakes her head to show fake disappointment.

Niccolo sighs and rubs his temples. A crease started to form between his eyebrows. This is the second time today! She eats a huge feast and then goes swimming after? On the other side of the island too! As if any of that makes sense. 

“Thank you. Let me know if you see her around.”

Annie smiles and waves him off. “Will do.” 

Niccolo smiles back and runs off in the direction of the beach. Both girls let out a breath of relief and start walking back to the hotel again.

“I’m ready for a nap,” Annie complains after everything that occurred today.

Mina nods her head in agreement. You and me both, Annie.

---

A different part of town

Meanwhile, Mikasa and Eren were getting dinner together, sharing stories, and catching up after not seeing each other for almost a year now. Both of them have been busy since they graduated high school. Mikasa with her modeling career and Eren was studying for med school. Mikasa wore a light pink sundress, flip flops, and had sunglasses resting on top of her head. The male, Eren, wore more casual clothing compared to Mikasa. He had on a tank top, cargo shorts, and sandals on his feet. 

Mikasa and Hanami paired up together after Annie and Mina left the group. The two were strolling through town when they ran into Eren who was about to get dinner. Hanami, not wanting to third wheel and to give the two some privacy, excused herself by claiming something about how Connie needed her to help with some stuff and ran off to find him (but not before giving her a thumbs up before leaving). Thus leading up to now. Mikasa and Eren were spending some alone time together. 

Mikasa stared at Eren’s features. His face had matured and looked more defined. His hair was much longer now, and he even tied it up in a man bun. Mikasa noticed the many glances from the girls passing by their table. They were looking at him. (Can she blame them, though? He really is handsome in her eyes.) Yet, despite the stares, his eyes remained on her. All of his attention was on her. 

Mikasa listened as Eren told his story. He talked about how his parents were doing well over in Japan and even promised to bring back some stuff for Mikasa. She misses them dearly and even sees them as her own parents.

Eren’s parents have done so much for her ever since Mikasa has arrived on the island. More than her real family really. The last she heard from her great aunt, Kiyomi Azumabito, was a few months ago when she congratulated Mikasa on her latest modelling gig. She even offered to make Mikasa a dress for Sasha’s wedding to which Mikasa refused but thanked her for the offer anyway. 

Mikasa misses Grisha and Carla Jaeger dearly and even sees them as her own parents. She hopes to see them again when they get back from their trip. The Jaeger family were always there to support her and make her comfortable when she had no one. 

Who knows? Maybe there was a chance for her to become Mikasa Jaeger one day. 

“Is there something on my face?” Eren asks with genuine concern. 

“No! You look good! No, wait. I mean the food looks good. Sorry, it's just been so long since we've last seen each other.” Mikasa exclaims, hoping Eren did not take her staring in a different context.

“I agree.” Eren nods his head. “You look like a goddess now and could probably make Aphrodite jealous. Are you sure you’re not running for the next Miss Universe?” he replies nonchalantly.

Mikasa blushes. Who is this Eren and what happened to Eren she knew before? He was never this bold! 

Eren laughs at her response. He thinks it is really cute, but he won't voice that yet.

“Now that you mention it...I’ve considered it. I think Historia has a better shot of being Miss Universe though.” 

Eren shakes his head. Historia is a good candidate, yes, but Mikasa could steal the spotlight too. “Mikasa. I’m sure the judges would be blown away by you if you try. Even Historia would support you if you win or lose. Actually, everyone on the island will support you. You're the personification of inspiration for others.”

He leans forward and gives her a goofy grin. “I’ll be there as your number one supporter no matter what you choose. I know you are for me, and that’s how I’m going through college now.” 

Mikasa looks away from Eren's eyes. She was still blushing from earlier. He can’t do something like that without expecting her to blush. She needs to change topics quick. 

“Oh, thank goodness I ran into you, Mikasa! Have you seen Sasha? I checked the hotel and Finikas, and she was not there.” 

Mikasa was unsure if she should be happy or not. On one hand, she doesn’t have to worry about Eren praising her. On the other hand, Niccolo is here. 

(Mikasa would have known earlier had she not silenced her phone from the constant messages in the group chat)

Mikasa knew she had to come up with something fast. All Niccolo knows is that Sasha ate a huge feast and is heading to the beach. Like that was the best excuse the girls can come up with.

“She passed by me earlier on my way here, but now she’s gone. You see..” She briefly glances over at Eren who was watching her expectantly. He was curious about what Mikasa would do since he did not see Sasha when he ran into Mikasa. She looks into Niccolo’s eyes with a serious expression. 

“She ripped a huge fart earlier and ran off to the bathroom with Hanami. That’s what happens when you eat a huge feast for lunch, you know. She would’ve told you earlier, their phones died. They were so excited by me and Historia’s arrival to think about charging it.” she says while trying to shrug it off. In reality, Mikasa was internally panicking. She prayed that Niccolo didn't run into Connie on his way here. Would Niccolo really believe that his fiance had to go to the bathroom after eating so much? Mikasa has seen Sasha eat so much back in high school, and she was fine! 

Mikasa was also cringing on the inside. She had to pull a tactic only one of Sasha’s potential fathers (who Mikasa also prays is not related to) would do. The man told Hange poop jokes for crying out loud!

Unknowingly to Mikasa, Eren had to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his smirk. He was trying his best not to laugh out loud and ruin whatever Mikasa was trying to get at. He wanted to see how all of this would play out. 

Niccolo just stares at Mikasa. He does have to agree that Sasha was really excited about for her friend’s arrival. In his opinion, Mikasa is the one who would tell you the truth. He tries to make sense of everything in his head.

“Wait. So you’re telling me that Sasha went to Finikas with Annie and Mina, met up with Hanami to go to the beach, both of their phones died, they ran into you on the way there, and are now in the bathroom?”

“Yes, Niccolo,” Mikasa points off in the direction to a random bathroom she can think of that’s at least far away from here. 

Niccolo looks over in the direction to where Mikasa was pointing to and debates if he should interrogate her any further. While Mikasa is the one who would tell you the answer straight up, she is also very intimidating. To be honest, Niccolo would rather not get hit with any MMA moves from someone who is also a model. He’s going to have to trust her although the story he got was kind of ridiculous. 

Eren, watching the whole thing, now leans forward with interest and continues hiding his smile behind his hand. He tried his best to not laugh or show any indication he was just as long as Niccolo or Mikasa didn’t look at him closely. 

Niccolo sighs. He made up his mind already. “Alright. I will head over and check up on Sasha. I'll make sure she’s ok.”

“Thank you, Niccolo.” 

Niccolo nods in response and heads over to wherever Sasha was. 

Once Niccolo was out of sight, Eren burst into laughter. It shocked Mikasa and anyone nearby. (including those girls who were checking him out). He leaned back in his chair and almost fell over had he not grabbed the table on time to steady himself. 

“Oh, Mikasa,” Eren laughs as he wipes away a tear. “I don’t know what’s going on, but it’s a good thing I didn’t say anything. You really know how to make my day.”

Mikasa does not reply and turns red for the third time that day.

---

Meanwhile, Niccolo does not get too far when he receives a text from Marlowe. 

Marlowe: Sasha is near Kastani Beach

What is going on? Niccolo thought after he read the text. He starts heading towards the beach. Looks like he has to take a detour. 

---

Present

Sasha glances over behind Niccolo's shoulder. There was a lifejacket laying on the sand. 

She pulls her head away from Niccolo but keeps one arm around his body. She uses her free arm to point at the lifejacket behind him.

"What's the life jacket for?" 

Niccolo briefly glances at it and laughs. His eyes were filled with mirth before looking down to meet Sasha's brown eyes. 

"It's for my stag do remember?" Sasha wanted to slap herself. How could Sasha forget! She's been so busy with her big surprise that it briefly slipped her mind. Then again, who knows what Hanami and Jean have in store for the both of them. 

Niccolo lets go of Sasha. He turns away from her and walks only a few feet away towards some rocks. “You know, they say a stag do is my last night of freedom.” He stops and turns to her with a smirk on his face.

Sasha rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. “Oh really?” she challenges with a smirk on her face.

Niccolo turns around fully to face Sasha again and begins walking back to her. “Some people see it that way.” he holds his arms up in front of him for reassurance. 

“But for me…” He puts his left hand on Sasha’s shoulders and picks up one of her hands with his right. “It is the last night before the greatest adventure of my life. You.” he finishes with a kiss on her knuckles with the hand he was holding.

Sasha pulls away with a blush and laughs. She considers herself lucky to get the chance to marry such a wonderful and charming man tomorrow. Sasha had made up her mind already after thinking about her girl talk earlier that day. She is going to tell Niccolo about her fathers.

“Hey…” she begins and catches Niccolo’s attention. “You know how I said I wanted to find my father-”

“Sasha, we’ve been over this a million times.” He says while placing his hands on her shoulders and looking deep into her eyes. “You don't need a father, you have a family.” 

“And you’ll never leave me right?” Sasha asks with her hands on her hips. She was praying Niccolo won't leave after the big reveal, which she might have to push back to tomorrow. 

“Are you kidding me? You have turned my world upside down.”

Sasha smirks. Now, this is something she wants to hear for herself. “How so?” 

Niccolo laughs and pulls Sasha closer to his body. She wraps her arms around his waist in response. He might as well feed Sasha’s ego based on the look on her face. 

“Well...there was that moment we first met. When I heard you praise my food, it hit me like I was a sitting duck. I knew at that moment that I was already falling for you.”

Sasha laughs giddily at Niccolo’s words. She starts to sway a bit and looks into Niccolo’s green eyes. 

“Can I tell you something, Niccolo?” 

He nods in response while keeping eye contact with Sasha. “Sometimes I feel a bit of fear when I don’t have you near. What did you do to me?”

Niccolo leans down slightly and rubs his nose gently against Sasha’s. He rests his forehead against Sasha’s and takes a deep breath.

“There’s something I need to tell you.” Sasha looks at him curiously. 

“I am actually Eros and I shot an arrow through your heart, so that’s why you fell for me.” 

“Shut up!” Sasha laughs and pulls away from Niccolo. She lightly punches his arm.

Niccolo laughs along with Sasha while silently thanking her for not punching him hard. He has no idea where her strength even came from. Maybe she got it from Hange?

He reaches forward and pulls Sasha, who is still laughing. back to him.

“Remember that time when you met my parents in Italy, and we went fishing?”

How could she forget? It was the first time she ever went fishing with a trident. 

“How can I?” Sasha replies. She pulls one arm away and starts flexing it to show off her muscles to Niccolo. “I caught the biggest marlin out there!”

Niccolo laughs and gently grabs Sasha’s hand to stop her from showing off. He moves his hand to grab her hand and the other to cup her cheek. 

“I know,” he says gently. “You even gave me a victory kiss after. You should have seen the other guy's faces. They were either impressed or jealous because I managed to have a talented girlfriend like you. I was starting to get jealous of all the attention you got.”

He looks at her with love and begins leaning in. Sasha, as much as she would love to kiss him right then and there, gently pushes him away. Normally, she would kiss Niccolo when he praises her, but she wasn’t giving in just yet. 

“I know. I would too.” She says cockily and leans very close to Niccolo. Her lips were only a centimeter away from his but not enough to actually kiss him. She wanted him to keep feeding her ego for a few more minutes.

“What else do you think about me?”

---

“Do you see anything yet?” Jean asks Connie. Connie held up binoculars with a strap wrapped around his neck to watch the couple on the beach (totally not in a creepy way).

“No, They’re just talking,” Connie replies, not taking his eyes off the binoculars.

Jean groans. They have been in the water since Sasha made it to shore to meet up with Niccolo. You see, the guys had come together to get Sasha a wedding gift. They wanted to get her something unique. Something big because it was either go big or go home for them. 

All of the guys, except for Marco and Niccolo - for obvious reasons, had rowed together on a small boat close to where Sasha and Niccolo were. They were far enough to not be seen (and hopefully heard). They got out of the boat, jumped in the water, and hid so the only visible part was chest up. 

Their plan was to wait for Niccolo to give the signal before running up to the couple. Who knows how long that would take? The couple was busying frolicking on the beach that a few guys (mostly Connie) were beginning to doubt if Niccolo knew to give the signal.

Connie continues watching the couple. Jean stood on his left followed by Armin and Eren. Marlow stood on Connie's right side. 

Connie watches the couple get really close doing anything but kissing. There was one moment where Niccolo started to lean in, but Sasha pushed him away. Actually, it happened twice. During the second time, it was Sasha leaning it for a kiss...and then she pulled away again. 

“Jean, I swear. If we have to watch those do anything but first base, I’m going to strangle you right here! I don’t care if we are in the water.”

Jean rolls his eyes. Honestly, he has no idea when Niccolo is going to lean down and finally kiss Sasha already. 

“Niccolo is not going to do that!” He says with exasperation. At least Jean hopes so. Niccolo doesn’t go anywhere past kissing Sasha. Especially out in public and in front of her guy friends who see Sasha as a sister. “We’re all here to beat him up even if he tries.”

“I hope so,” Connie says and continues watching.

“I don’t think Niccolo is a guy to do that in a public area,” Marlowe adds. 

Jean nods in agreement. Niccolo respects Sasha enough to beat up anyone who talks trash or hurts her.

Eren, on the other hand, was confused. He looks over at Armin who was busy watching the couple as well. “Hey, Armin. Why would Sasha and Niccolo play baseball on the beach? The sand is not a good field to play on anyway.” 

Armin looks away from the beach and sighs. He places a hand on Eren’s shoulder and looks over at him with a hint of concern on his face. “I’ll tell you about it later, Eren.”

Eren smiles and looks back at the couple. Armin takes his hand off Eren’s shoulder and turns back to keep an eye on the couple. For a guy like Eren who looks like he’s a player and has multiple girls throwing themselves at him, he’s an oblivious guy when it comes to relationships. Especially when it comes to a raven-haired female Armin has been secretly rooting Eren to date since high school. 

They all watch as Niccolo and Sasha flirt on the beach. Niccolo was on his knees in the sand, and Sasha was slowly crawling towards him. She leans close to him, and he holds her waist to keep her steady. His hands move up towards Sasha’s shoulders, and he lays her down on the sand. He leans in close to her face and kisses her.

Connie, seeing the signal, tosses his binoculars aside, so it hits his chest. 

“Move out, soldiers!” he orders but not loud enough for the couple to hear them.

“This isn’t a war,” Marlowe says, but it goes past Connie’s ears. Connie lets out a war cry and starts running towards the shore. The guys could only watch and follow him as they went into “battle.” 

---

Sasha is normally good at hearing something far away. There have been a few instances where it wasn't the case. For example, when she injures her head or gets sick. Other than that, her hearing is really good except for now.

She was laying on the sand with Niccolo on top of her after she was satisfied with the amount of praise she got today. She finally gave in and stopped the back and forth between the two. Niccolo leans forward to kiss her. 

Sasha felt butterflies in her stomach. She was about to get married, her father is here, and she’s here spending some time with her fiancé. It was a perfect day for her, and she didn’t want it to end. Now, imagine her shock when she hears a war cry coming from the sea, and someone steals Niccolo away from her body. She watches three of her guy friends (Marlowe, Jean, and Connie) pull her fiancé towards the nearby pier. Eren and Armin pick her off the sand and sit her down on a nearby rock.

“Here you go, princess. Enjoy the show.” Eren says with a cheeky grin. He and Armin run off to meet the others once Sasha has settled down and is comfortable on her “throne.” Sasha looks up at the pier. Everyone, except Connie and Marco (who was the only guy missing from the group), stood patiently on the pier. A young boy (she thinks his name is Falco, a boy who recently moved to the island) runs in holding a Bluetooth speaker and a microphone in each hand. He hands the items to Connie before running off to the side. Connie turns the devices on and checks the mic. He places the speaker on the sand near the edge of the pier and speaks into the mic once he is satisfied with the sound.

“Ladies and-”

“Sasha is the only one here!” Armin yells from the back.

“Right! Thank you, Armin!” Connie calls back. 

Sasha quickly glances around the beach. Technically she is not alone since Falco would be present too, but it seems that the boy was missing. It was like he flew in and out undetected. Connie clears his throat before speaking again.

“Ladies. I hope you are having a wonderful day today because it is about to get better!” He walks towards Sasha and opens his left arm back towards the guys.

“As you know, Sasha. You have the best guy friends any girl can ask for. We’re here for you through thick and thin. We are the best support anyone can ask for, and we make you happy. Any girl is lucky to have a group of guys like us ” he brags.

The guys sweat dropped. They wouldn’t be surprised if Connie’s head suddenly grew large with the amount of bragging he was doing.  

“We cannot thank you enough, so…” his tone becomes sincere and walks back towards the pier and the speaker, “the guys have come up with the best wedding gift any girl can ask for. We know this is one of your favorite songs too. And so. Without further ado…”

The guys start posing from their spots. They looked ridiculous in Sasha’s eyes. 

“This is for you, Sasha Zoe! We present to you: Lay All Your Love On Me!” 

Connie hands Niccolo the mic so he can turn on his phone before pocketing it. The music starts playing through the speaker. 

Niccolo begins singing the first few verses of the song to Sasha. Meanwhile, the guys were not only singing but acting as background dancers instead. They would add their voices to add some harmony for some lines. 

Sasha was touched when Niccolo sang to her. She knows he has a good singing voice, but this was the first time he ever serenaded her. The guys in the background singers/dancers were just the icing on the cake. She couldn’t help but smile like a lovesick fool. She wonders if her mom was ever serenaded like this before. 

Niccolo walks up to Sasha while singing the song. He holds one of her hands tenderly and looks deep into her light brown eyes. He sings his heart out to her, and Sasha begins to tear up. How in the world did she find such a great guy like Niccolo? He truly is irreplaceable, and she loves him for that. 

As Niccolo finishes singing the third verse to Sasha, she could hear the sound of a jet ski heading in her direction. Niccolo, after hearing the jet skis as well, lets go of her hand and throws the mic over to Connie who catches it. It would help Sasha hear the guys singing the pre-chorus. 

He leaves to continue on with the rest of the plan. Meanwhile, Sasha watches her friends singing and dancing to the final refrain of the song. The guys stood side by side and were singing and dancing at the same time. This time the dancing was freestyle instead of choreography. 

Sasha laughs as her friends dance to the song. She could at least tell that they were trying for her. Jean and Eren made it seem like the dance was a competition between the two. They were trying to outdo each other by doing “dance moves” such as flexing and handstands. Armin was slightly red while dancing, but Sasha could tell he was trying his best. Marlowe was also trying his best but looked a bit stiff with his moves. On the other hand, Connie was also doing ridiculous dance moves (not as bad as Eren and Jean) and danced so dramatically that Sasha was unsure if he was trying to be the star of the show. He even hooked his arms around Armin and Marlowe and started front kicking. Poor Armin and Marlowe tried their best. Jean and Eren continued competing. Overall, they all looked ridiculous, but Sasha found it endearing. A whole performance just for her! Imagine what they would do when the other girls in the group get married!

As the others sang the final notes, Eren suddenly does a cartwheel (Sasha still does not know why Eren would consider adding it to his “dance.”) and causes chaos to erupt. He accidentally bumps into Jean and knocks him over. Jean falls and bumps into Armin, who is still linking arms with Connie, creating a domino effect causing the two (plus Marlowe) to fall in the water. Jean watches with horror as they fall. Eren, proclaiming himself as the winner of their dance-off, pushes Jean into the water before jumping in himself. 

Meanwhile, Marco enters the scene leading Niccolo’s stag party on jet skis with enough space for the other guys. Even Falco was there with his brother, Colt. Both of them had the biggest smiles on their faces. It seems like the rest of the guys (minus Falco because he is still young) are here to pick up everyone else for the bachelor party. They were hooting and hollering from their jet skis. 

Armin and Marlowe swam towards the nearest jet skis and hopped on. Jean and Eren were busy trying to drown each other in the sea about who won their competition until Marco had to step in and stop them. Connie, who didn’t join just yet, turns to Sasha (who is still laughing at everything) and brings his hands up around his mouth to amplify his voice. 

“Thank you for watching! We’re only available on Fridays! He laughs and swims away to the nearest et ski so he can join the rest of the guys. The stag party left into the sunset once everyone was settled.

Sasha continues to laugh until she hears some footsteps running in her direction. She turns just in time to see her friends running towards her, now changed into party clothes. Suddenly, Mikasa and Annie were on either side of her and carried Sasha off of her rock. Annie lets Sasha go once she is on the ground, and Mikasa moves to pick Sasha up in bridal style. The group begins running back inland.

Sasha turns to Hanami. She was the closest one near Mikasa. Hanami, noticing Sasha’s stare, turns to her and smirks.

“C’mon princess,” she says while using the same nickname Eren used on her earlier. “You have a bachelorette party to attend to.”

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What did you think? Btw the Eren I have in this the S1-S3 and junior high. He doesn't have a reason to be depressed, hence this OOC version I have. (Actually, I apologize if anyone is OOC)

Any get where I got the marlin fishing in Italy from haha? (The fish is actually a Mediterranean Spearfish, which is a type of marlin common in Italy.)

Kastani beach is the actual beach some scenes in Mamma Mia was filmed at. Additionally, Finikas is a real restaurant in Skopelos.

Most of this chapter takes place from 2 pm - 6 pm. 6 is when Sasha and her dads leave and run into Niccolo around that hour. She goes to her bachelorette party after 8.

The guys actually practiced their performance twice. One time alone and the second with Hanami as stand-in Sasha. Jean and Eren cooperated during them, and Niccolo only sang in front of her.

So how's everyone after ch 139? It was a bittersweet ending for me. I'm both happy and sad.

[dinosaurtsukki]

all aboard the mystery machine | (feat. the gym 3 squad and y/n)

this was inspired by a post by @kenchiko which was the ‘being in a friend group with gym three squad’ which i like to read when i’m sad. anyway, they all dressed up as the mystery gang and i thought it was so cute i decided to headcanon it. (thank u kenchiko i love ur tsukki stuff but i’m too shy to interact with u *waves*)

it was the day of electric spookaloos aka halloween and you and kuroo were hyped af 

mostly because you could play ‘this is halloween’ on loudspeaker with less weird stares than usual

and kuroo’s all about gROuP CosTUmeS 

previously the five of you had dressed up as the power rangers (which you switched for m&m’s because the helmets were too hard to make), the breakfast club, and the teen titans and now the five of you were going to top it off with…

‘the mystery gang from scooby doo!’ kuroo mentioned in your groupchat

no one noticed it except for bokuto who haha-reacted and then it resurfaced three days before halloween

kuroo and akaashi are the only ones who went all out with their costumes

kuroo has a blonde wig for his fred costume and akaashi also got a wig and made a dress for his daphne costume

bokuto ordered a cloth scooby doo mask online and forgot to order the rest of the body so he looks like inosuke from kny except his head is scooby doo

you and tsukki went to the dollar store on the day itself and just bought shirts for your velma and shaggy costumes

kuroo: you couldn’t even bother to get an orange sweater?

tsukki: it was fifty cents more expensive also i’m the blonde one so i should be fred

kuroo: well you didn’t binge-watch scooby doo all night and got only one hour of sleep so you had to sip akaashi’s pumpkin spiced latte before getting kicked by the owner of said latte

bokuto worked on spray painting kuroo’s pick-up truck to look like the mystery machine 

but the painting didn’t work out and only half of the letters are legible so you’re all piled into a pick-up truck that says ‘THE  Y T RY    AC  NE’ on the side

but you’re off to the only halloween party you were invited to !!

and you blast ‘this is halloween’ on loudspeaker while dancing in the backseat

except on the way tsukki gets a call from his boss (he works at a museum) abt some missing artifacts

you: why did he call you, don’t you just deliver coffee?

tsukki: *kicks you*

you: *kicks back and accidentally kicks bokuto*

bokuto, behind his mask: :’( 

kuroo: missing artifacts??? museum???? 

tsukki: nO–

kuroo: SOUNDS LIKE A JOB FOR THE MYSTERY GANG *drives to museum before anyone can say anything*

akaashi: this is the only party we’ve been cool enough to be invited to this year and we’re going to spend it in mcdonalds again after this is over

bokuto: wE’RE GOING TO MCDONALDS IF WE’RE COOL ENOUGH?

akaashi: nO

anyway you, kuroo, and bokuto are excited for this ~~mystery~~

the five of you are miraculously able to sneak past the guards and enter through the back because the mystery gang gave you their blessing to break and enter almost any building on halloween night

kuroo, immediately getting into fred jones mode: alright let’s split up gang! daphne and i will check the upper floors while velma, shaggy, and scooby, you take the basement

bokuto: ruh-roh!·         

you: splitting up is a surefire way for someone to get killed but go off, i guess?

kuroo: also, if anyone curses, they owe a quarter in the swear jar

akaashi: you can only use things like jinkies, jeepers, jiminy, or zoinks

tsukishima: i’m not fucking doing that

kuroo: that’s a quarter

anyway, you’re with bokuto and tsukishima so what could go wrong?

everything

and it all starts when you guys go downstairs into a basement full of creepy artifacts and find a mysterious, glowing amulet

you: i don’t think we should touch that

bokuto, who can barely hear anything in his decapitated scooby mask: TOUCH IT!

tsukki doesn’t care enough to hold him back and bokuto touches the amulet

the basement shakes, the ground beneath you trembles, the amulet grows brighter and pale green apparition appears in front of you. its danny phantom a hooded figure with glowing eyes

ghost: YOU HAVE AWAKENED THE GHOST OF THE AMULET OF ETERNAL SUFFERING

tsukki: …a song by Fall Out Boy

you: *trying hard not to laugh but also scared shitless* …jinkies

bokuto: ruh-roh?

tsukki: huh, i guess someone rigged a hologram here as a prank. nice one

ghost: I KNOW NOT OF THIS PRANK YOU SPEAK OF. YOU HAVE BROUGHT ETERNAL SUFFERING ONTO YOURSELVES, MORTALS

you: i mean, i work at customer service so…

tsukki: nice one *high fives you*

ghost: YOU HAVE– *stops when he actually sees bokuto* WHAT ABOMINATION IS THIS?

tsukki: mean, that’s just y/n

you: *kicks him*

meanwhile kuroo and akaashi are sleuthing it up upstairs

kuroo: *having a staring contest with one of the paintings displayed*

akaashi: what are you doing?

kuroo: you know how painting’s eyes tend to follow the main character in cartoons?

akaashi:,,,kuroo that’s a painting of an apple

kuroo: i could have sworn i saw some red eyes 

akaashi: i don’t think anyone would be blazing it in a museum. come on, let’s check the next room

while walking past a row of suits of armor, one of the displays turns its head (but no one notices it yet shhhhh)

back at the basement

the ghost is wreaking havoc: chairs are thrown against the wall, vases are cracked, the faint smell of sulphur is in the air. you and bokuto are fucking terrified and look more like shaggy and scooby despite your shitty cosplays. tsukishima doesn’t believe in anything that’s going on

tsukki: man, these guys here are really putting effort into this prank

you: TSUKKI I DON’T THINK THIS IS A PRANK 

ghost: *starts chanting in some unknown, ancient language*

tsukki: ah, nice touch. you watch lord of the rings?

you: tSUKKI NO-

bokuto: don’t worry! i’ll exorcise this spirit with my bible knowledge!

you and tsukki: MANGA MESSIAH IS NOT THE BIBLE

akaashi: *shivers* i just had the strangest feeling that bokuto called manga messiah the bible again

kuroo: zoinks! sounds like him

akaashi: *trying not to cringe* anyway, they’re probably not doing anything right now

the basement, atm: just a complete fucking mess

the walls have started bleeding but somehow y’all are still a-okay

that’s because tsukki’s so salty he’s basically a salt circle with 10m radius but you didn’t hear that from me

and he STILL DOESN’T BELIEVE THAT A REAL ASS GHOST IS HAUNTING THEM 

the ghost is also tired at this point 

also bokuto is really fucking scared but decides to end things ONCE and FOR ALL

he stands up from under the desk and just tackles the ghost like a football player

he didn’t think that he’d pass through the ghost

but seeing a buff dude with a scooby doo head is enough to scare mr. blood-dripping-from-the-walls shitless, especially when he fucking passes through him

ghost: *disappears back into the amulet*

you: and you still don’t believe that’s real??? 

tsukki: ghosts aren’t real

you: *ready to throw hands*

bokuto: I DID IT! I FOUGHT A GHOST!

you pocket the amulet because you can send it to your enemies 

meanwhile: upstairs

kuroo: man, i’d give anything to be chased by a scooby-doo villain dressed in a suit of armor 

a suit of armor: *starts chasing them*

akaashi, in his best daphne voice: jeepers! we better get out of here! 

kuroo, crying out how perfectly akaashi emulated daphne: let’s split up gang!

they don’t split up tho that would be dumb

*cue classic scooby doo chase scene with the music*

and then as they round a corner they run into you, tsukki, and bokuto fresh from the basement and you all fall into a heap

tsukki: *sees the suit of armor running towards then* ah fuck, what now?

kuroo: laNGUAGE *hands him the swear jar*

akaashi: NOT THE TIME

you: GET HIM BOKUTO!” 

bokuto stands up and once again tackles the knight and this time he doesn’t pass through

it takes five (5) of you to tie up this one (1) guy 

kuroo: oh my god, i’m ready

you: ready for what?

bokuto: the final unveiling

kuroo: now let’s see who’s behind all this! *rips off the helmet which tears off like a mask don’t ask me why but apparently that happens*

and it’s…Bokuto!!

everyone: *gasps and turns to Bokuto who FINALLY removes the scooby doo mask*

tsukki: *gasp* you’re the creepy british dude who keeps trying to buying our local artifacts to display at The British Museum!

akaashi: neo-imperialism is real

bokuto in the suit of armor: guys help!! he kidnapped me!!

all of you (except tsukki because he’s so done at this point) tackle mr. british villain who you thought was bokuto

finally the right person has been tied up

kuroo: your days of stealing artifacts are over!

british villain (let’s say he looks like jude law or something): and i would have gotten away with it…

kuroo: *grabbing your arm* oh my god! he’s gonna say it! he’s gonna say it!

british villain/jude law: …if it weren’t for you fUCKERS!

*dead silence*

kuroo tries to hand him the swear jar but akaashi puts his hand down

you: can we call the police? 

akaashi: *gags* fuck the police 

you: he’s white, british, and a man. they won’t do anything to him

akaashi: exactly

tsukki: hey, you still have that amulet from earlier, right?

you: the CURSED amulet with the GHOST inside?

akaashi: the what now? 

tsukki: yeah, maybe leave it with this guy? and then he’ll get pranked

at this point you’re too tired to argue with mister ghosts-aren’t-real so you leave the amulet with jude law and the five of you get out of the museum and pile into the mystery machine

akaashi: do you think the party’s still going?

you: we could hang out in mcdonalds again like last year

but otw to mcdonalds kuroo’s phone rings and he picks up

kuroo: hello? b-bokuto?

bokuto, over the phone: guys where are you??? the party started hours ago and my headless scooby-doo onesie is hard to get out of and i need to pee !!

akaashi: but…

you all turn to look at ‘bokuto’ sitting between you and tsukki in the backseat. he removes his mask.

it’s…jude law !! 

*cue ending music*

[seduceme-lovestruck-thearcana]

@megatraven and @catlovingwitch

Idea: MC and Alex have a nice moment in Hades season 3 when Aphrodite says she can send for someone to come and comfort her, and instead of May or her mother she asks for Alex. Put a read more bc it’s long and is going underneath the lovestruck tag lol.

Imagine...MC saying she wants Alex to comfort her in Hades season 3 when May came when Aphrodite said Who did she want to see???? Like instead of saying her mom or May...she asks for Hades but when Aphrodite says she can’t see him...she asks for Alex instead...she’s broken and needs the comfort of her best friend, the comfort she’s felt for years, the comfort she feels when she sees them every morning, the comfort she feels when they pat or head or ruffle her hair bc they’re older than her...and she needs it right now. And 

like...imagining Alex being summoned to Olympus wasn’t really a surprise or out of the ordinary because their mother is the goddess of love and I imagine they visit her sometimes on a regular basis. 

SO, it didn’t seem too weird for them to be summoned there, but when they see their mother, she has a look of worry on her face and sadness, and Alex realizes they weren’t called up there for no reason. They knew about the Hera situation, so it did worry them and their heart began to race because they feared the worse. However, Aphrodite eases their worries just a bit when she says she is technically safe, but needs to see someone and that she summoned them. Alexs heart slows down but it still feels heavy at imagining her in this pain and fear. The kind of pain that they’ve worked to avoid for her or to help her deal with...and now it’s time to help and, hopefully, soothe.

They get escorted to Aphrodite’s estate (I can’t remember where she was exactly-) and MC’s sitting on the couch in the main room (I guess living room) with her face held in her hands, facing the ground. But she looked up when heard Aphrodite’s heels and she tries to smile but it stops a bit short, her mouth shaking as if it hurts to smile. “I bet everything hurts...” is said in their mind. They want to rush over to her but hold back and sit down next to her. They’ve both turned a little bit and their knees are touching, but they can’t even care about that. They look her in the eye and notice her eyes are a bit red and very puffy. “She’s been crying so much...,” is said in their mind. They stare at her for a moment in silence, not sure about how to start. They hold up the professionalism because they don’t know what she wants to do, but she breaks it immediately when she pulls them into a tight hug, and they hug her back. And to make their heart hurt even more, when she lays her cheek against their shoulder, when her hyperventilating breaths reach their neck, when her tears fall onto their shoulder, she begins to talk in a broken and hoarse voice. 

“Alex...what do I do?” She’s questioning them but also not at the same time, as if she knows they won’t have an answer. And she’s right. They don’t know how to respond immediately, their thoughts are in a rush as well, trying to comfort her but not go too far. They think about their words as their heart continues to break with every sob. “Stay strong, which I know you’re very good at, MC,” they say, trying to tease her a bit even if their voice wavers as well. She lets out a little laugh in between her sobs and fast breaths. “Everybody should know that by now, but stubbornness isn’t going to get me out of this one. It will only dig my grave even deeper.” The mention of a grave makes their heart drop even more because gods she might die and neither of them know what to do. They’re both sitting ducks. However, they drop the walls they have and actually speak their heart to her, but still somehow keeping it in a best friend way. They pull away from her, arms still wrapped around her, and she lifts her head up and they see dried tears on her cheeks. They take one hand and wipe both of her cheeks and then wrap their arm back around her waist.

“MC, I know this is a very scary time for you, and I know I probably will never understand all the pain you’re going through, but you’re so strong to have made it this far. I may not know everything that’s happening, and I know it may get harder, but I’ve never seen you waver in strength. When you started working here and were surprised to see me giving the interview, you still took it with confidence and gathered everything together,” they tell her, their heart truly coming out. However, they hesitate with the next words they want to get out. “And this may be a painful memory, and I’m sorry to bring it up, but remember when all the gods and goddesses went missing? You were so brave. Even before they went missing, you solved Astraeus’s puzzle, tried to warn the gods, survived both attacks, protected yourself, Hades, and Persephone with your strength, got Selene and Helios on our side, faced Astraeus himself, got the titan blood we needed, and you did so many amazing things, MC.” Their voice was strong during these words, and then they wiped her tears once more, and their heart began to beat faster when she finally smiled at them, even if it wasn’t a full smile, she was still smiling, and that’s something they’re always happy to see.

She leaned forward and rested her forehead against their own and closed her eyes. “Thank you so much, Alex. My words are failing me right now, but you’ve always been my best friend, and you still are, and thank you for being here today. Thank you for everything,” she said with her voice shaking as more tears managed to fall down her cheeks. She then let out a little hiccup and laughed but finished her feelings with, “And maybe when this is over we can all be together and have fun and catch up and be happy, yeah?” She opened her eyes and they could see that little sparkle show back up in her eyes and could sense the love she had for them, even if it wasn’t the same love that they radiated, but it didn’t matter what kind of love she gave towards them, any love was a blessing and they smiled and nodded their head. 

“I would love that, MC. We got this.”

HNNNG!! I LOVE THEMMM! AND HOW MUCH THEY LOVE HER!!! And I want some more Alex and MC being best friends content and hMMM!!! I love them so much and they all deserve happinesssss. I mean they get it in every route, but stilllll I love seeing Alex and MC interact bc they never can be just a boss and an agent to one another because UGH they LOVE her and she LOVES them too in a different way but still😭😭. Hmmm...I love Alex so much and Idk if there was an option for them but I wish there was and we could actually get Alex bc OOF that’d be SO good and so sad but so perfect. Alex loves her and to see her in this much pain (but of course she would be, they understand why, and they can sense her heart breaking (they are the child of Aphrodite and can sense love) and it hurts them too)....hurts and hnnng. I had this idea at like midnight and it hurts bc ALEXXX!!! 

[ionizedyeast]

Statement of Nelson Briar (pt. 2)

Title: 0181105 - Graduation Gift Part: 2/3

“Secondary statement of Nelson Briar, Head of Folklore and Legend Research of the Magnus Institute. A followup containing when he was first exposed to the Spiral.”

“Oh Jon, much better that time. See, now I’m not as inclined to only talk about how lovesick I was and still am. Now we can really start to get to the meaty bits, can’t we? Sorry, I sound a little overly excited this time, don’t I? I can’t really say it’s unexpected. The part about Michael and him leaving clues for me was only the tip of the iceberg. That story was really very simple. My romantic partner was consumed by the Spiral in Sannikov Land, and I started to lose my mind a little trying to find out what happened to him, only to land myself in the midst of the labyrinth as well! 

But you see, now that you’ve added the bit about me being touched by the Spiral, you’ve given me the opportunity to go further back. To long before I met Michael. To long before I even began work for the Magnus Institute. Hell, even before the Usher Foundation. We get to go all the way back to my high school graduation when my grandmother gave me a book.

You know, I know Greek very well now. I spoke a little with my mother growing up. But I was never quite fluent in it. I know it rather well now. Part of my studies in university required me to study Greek, Latin, Hebrew, Arabic and a few other languages in order to appreciate what I was reading on a deeper level. So, when I started learning Greek properly, I should have noticed that Noris Andras was not the correct way to say the phrase ‘early man’ in Greek. That book should have been called something closer to Prooros Anthropos. But I only knew a bit of conversational Greek from my mother and my yiayia back when I received the book. Now, mind you -- my yiayia did not buy me Noris Andras, my fathers mother did. Old Scotch woman. Wouldn’t know the Greek language from a Greek salad. 

My entire family knew I was going to start my undergraduate degree in classical literature. I had always been a fan of myths and legends and ancient stories. I had always been ambitious as a kid -- still am -- I almost chose Icarus as my name when I transitioned but well. My name’s very personal to me. I have my reasons for it. Icarus Briar just doesn’t have the right kind of ring to it. Anyways, fact of the matter. My grandmother on my fathers side wanted to send me off with a very special gift. Apparently she and my parents had been regularly scouting used bookshops and antique stores and old library sales to see if they could find me any especially rare books on the classics. It had been a tradition in my family since I was a child that I would always get a new book of classics to read. I’d always eagerly show my parents where myths would differentiate between publications and where names were spelled differently. Comparing and contrasting these differences was always a delight for me. It thrilled me. So when I opened my grandmothers wrapping on my graduation day and found what I can now say was an exceptionally beautiful book amidst the paper, I was over the moon. It was bound in leather that had been intricately detailed and tanned and bore in Greek letters the words Noris Andras. I knew individually what each word meant but I knew it to be grammatically incorrect. My mother and I briefly conversed over how it must have been a poor translation in Greek, sharing a laugh at my grandmothers expense, of course she had no idea. But it was truly a gorgeous book. It was old. I could smell the age of the pages, all brushed around the edges with gold leaf for a particularly lovely sheen. But its condition was stunning. We supposed there must have been a dialectical reason for the grammatical faux pas of the title, but either way, I was in love with this book. It felt like it belonged in my lap. If you asked anyone else in my family about the day I received that book, they would say it was just me, my parents and my grandmother sitting in our living room, eating appetizers as we waited for my cousins, aunts and uncles to arrive for my graduation party. But I’m the only one that will tell you that there were five of us in that room.

My brother was there too. My twin, but he had graduated early and had finished his first year at MIT. He was so proud of me, but anyone could tell you -- if they remembered this correctly -- that shortly after I opened Noris Andras and held the book upon my lap, my parents and grandmother were immediately fussing over my brother. My brother. . .the real Nelson Briar.

Nelson, the-the real Nelson, that is -- he was the star of the family. He was brilliant. Highly intelligent. Charming. Well liked by just about everyone. And he was my best friend. We both had lived a life of constantly lifting one another up, supporting each other and doing our best to be in each other’s court through all our struggles. But even through it all, my entire family always found his achievements far more impressive. He was going into engineering. He had graduated early. He had a 4.0 at the end of his first year. Nelson was perfect. 

Now, I suppose you’re wondering, ‘So why did you choose his name when you transitioned. Isn’t that confusing.’ Well, it would be if there were still two of us. But I’m getting there, hold your horses Jon.  As you no doubt have concluded by now -- Noris Andras was a Leitner. My grandmother found it in an antique bookstore covered in dust and filth and she’d brought it to a book restoration center to get it repaired. So that’s why it was so nicely maintained when I received it.  After the graduation party was over, Nelson and I went up to our roof. Our bedroom at home had a stairwell that led to the roof and we’d often go up there in the summer together. While he was away at school I often went up there to smoke and think when I’d had especially long days. I had brought Noris Andras up with me because I was truly fascinated by it, and Nelson seems really interested as well. So he and I ended up flipping through it while we were on the roof, just fascinated by the content. The entire book was clearly written in Greek, but neither of us seemed to have much of a challenge reading it. Perhaps it was all very easy for us because of our occasional conversations with our mother, but Nelson told me, he had never seen my eyes light up while reading like I did while skimming that book.

It was filled with stories and legends I had never ever read before. Legends that I swore must have been lost to time. Or cultures that only had one written document in their entire community. I was astounded. There was nothing in those pages that even hinted at being a retelling of another story. They were all completely new to me.

Nelson left me to my reading and turned in for the night. Morning came and I was still on the roof. I had read almost the entire thing. And I felt like I knew secrets that no one else in the world knew. I felt like a god that morning. There were deities and demigods I had never heard the names of. Heroes with names that could be broken down into Forsaken Daydream in terms of its translation. Tales of growing women from tufts of their hair, who would grow and grow and become titans. I had a book in my possession with myths that were as old as civilization. And I was the sole keeper of these stories. 

I did some research, naturally. Tried searching the names of characters but nothing came up online. What I had was purely original and I was thrilled. And I needed to know if more of these stories existed. I searched Noris Andras online both in English and Greek and only found sources trying to correct my grammar. Nothing like this book existed and my pagan heart told me I had been blessed by Athena herself and she was bestowing knowledge on me that was too important for anyone else. Of course, Nelson thought I was out of my mind. He told me to call him when a story existed about a gorgon made of pillows would prey upon those who denied travelers blankets when staying anywhere as a guest. Or something to that extent. I told him I still had a small portion of the book left to read and I’d get back to him. Now, I don’t think it will come to any shock to you, of course, when I tell you the very next story in Noris Andras was just that. I stopped reading for a spell after seeing that. And I thought there was absolutely no way this would be the case. So I thought incredibly hard about another concept. Just something I conceived for shits and giggles. A transgender young man who could create his own myths and legends simply by willing them into existence. It was ego stroking but if my brother could pitch an idea to this book and for it to be on the very next page. Surely, I could do the same?

But the unfortunate part was. I was at the very end of the book. There was only about six or seven pages left, and I assumed it was an appendix covering terminology in the book. But as I would soon check. A story appeared on those final pages. It bore the name I had been using at the time -- Nigel -- and told a story of a young man who could weave stories in and out of reality. How he could simply will it and wish it and bring the stories he so desired into our world. And the story read like what my very heart had always wanted. A power to make fiction real. To make the mythology I had loved so very dear real.

And as I got to the bottom of the page, I saw the only English in the entire book. It was a small contract. It simply said: “Do you accept?” I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But as I had flipped to that page, I gave myself a paper cut. My blood dripped on the page and like invisible ink -- it vanished.

Any normal person would tell you this is abnormal. Blood doesn’t just vanish. But part of me just accepted that this was normal. And so I closed the book. My gut told me to simply close the book and leave it on my bed. And my gut also told me to make a wish. I made it simple. I wished for my shoes to be untied. I looked down. And the laces lay loose on either side of my foot. I could brush that off. Maybe they had always been untied. I made another wish. I wished for my bedroom door to open. And it did just that. Very well, my house had always been a little drafty. So I went a step further. I wished for Noris Andras to be back in my hands. And it was. 

I don’t think I need to explain that I had discovered I had a new power thanks to this antique book. But it wasn’t something I could just tell anyone about or just indulge in. I didn’t know if it was something on a limited use factor. But I did know what it did was very, very real. And I suppose, I didn’t realize how dangerous it was until I used it for the wrong reason. As I mentioned before. I used to use the name Nigel. It was my preferred name back then and truthfully, I’m glad it’s not anymore. My dead name did not begin with an N and my parents were still calling me by my dead name at the time. I’d not yet come out to them, but I had come out to Nelson. Nelson was beyond supportive. Often would do whatever he could to help me feel comfortable in my own skin. Used my preferred name and pronouns in any situation he could without outting me to our parents.

I’m still not sure why I turned Noris Andras against him. I don’t even think I did it on purpose. But you know, they do tell you to be careful what you wish for. He didn’t out me to our parents. A friend of ours did. On accident. I don’t hold it against him. He thought I’d come out to our parents. Our parents were not exactly the most accepting. Sat on the couch listening to them tell me about how they weren’t going to cover my college expenses anymore. How I was going to work instead and pay for my own education if I wanted to go so badly. Whole slew of hurtful things. Nelson tried to diffuse the situation. He did his best. Until I just said aloud. “If you can’t stand me so much, then how about I just wish me and Nelson were one and the same.” I asked if they would prefer if they only had ever had one son. The perfect, wonderful, flawless Nelson. And just like that. It was my graduation party again. I was sitting on the couch. Noris Andras was in my lap. My mother kissed my forehead and told me “We’re so proud of you, Nelson. You’re going to do so wonderfully in college.”

Nelson was gone. Or rather. Nelson and I became the same person. Somehow. I looked down at Noris Andras. I opened it to the last page, and beneath the words “Do you accept?” was a name, written in the dark brown of dried blood -- Nelson Briar.

I was still trans, mind you. When the party ended, I went to my room -- it had always only been my room. One bed. One dresser. One desk. I stood in front of the mirror in just my underwear. I was in my binder. I examined myself. I didn’t look like Nelson. I still looked like me. But I was more mannish. I was on hormones. My wish, whatever that wish was. Gave me all the love and support my family had given Nelson -- but at the expense of his existence, as it were. I lived my life ever since then as Nelson. That’s who I am now. Kind of funny, isn’t it? The Distortion became Michael just as Nelson became me. Very juxtaposed. 

I should add, in all my years of research, I never found another copy of Noris Andras. Nor did I ever find the other myths mentioned. I can only assume the people in these stories were also affected by the book as well. Maybe none of these stories are even from Greek mythology. Maybe they’re from another world altogether.

Oh, and before you ask. No, I don’t have Noris Andras anymore. If I did, MIchael would still be here. I would have wished him back ages ago. I caught him holding the book when we were sort-of-living-together. He asked me where I got the book and I told him it was something of a keepsake, but he wanted to borrow it. Naturally, I let him, thinking he was going to leave it in the apartment, but well, I have reason to believe he brought it to Gertrude and she disposed of it. If not it’s buried somewhere in the Institute. Either way. . .I don’t think I want it back. It’s not like it ever did me any favorites.

I believe that’s all I have time for, Jon -- I have a meeting to attend. Sort of. I think Peter’s still trying to tempt me back into the Lonely along with your boyfriend, but I’m going to have to tell him to sod off. I’ll be seeing you. I’m sure you’d love to hear the rest.”

[ofcloudsandstars]

God this week was one of them WEEKS but I will post about some daily adventures and pics. It was good I am just reflecting and it was a ride lol. 

I just think cause celestially there was a lot of ““disharmonious”” aspects though I don’t really like calling them that it’s more like aspects that cause a lot of tension but that could be use as gun powder for energy or if you choose to not use it it can explode in other uncontrollable ways. 

Sunday my best witch friend invited me to this performance in London (if you guys went you’d know it was hell) called ‘Black Moon Lilith in Pisces in the 4th House’ which already a foreboding enough title. It was performed by Johanna Hedva at The Forum where apparently according to my witch friends that went was an Actual non-consentual seance of this musician channeling her mother who was abusive and died from alcoholism. She also trapped the attendees in this black room?? But to say the obvious I did not go cause I had a ✧・ﾟStaff Party・ﾟ:* (I am a Libra with priorities) and there was a potential for my work crush to be there so I got to partake in a ritual of one of my fave magics (glamour magic) and I wore a silver slinky gown with smokey black eyeshadow, long silver chain earrings and my selenite orb necklace. I painted my nails sheer silver too. I used glamour to make myself more alluring and ‘shiny’ to charm people/catch their eye etc. No my crush wasn’t there because that’s how life be BUT all the other managers were and they were all like Shocked at how I looked like I felt like the morningstar and the P&D manager literally gagged when she saw me cause she couldn’t find the words. The magic was sadly wasted cause my crush wasn’t there but maybe this was my guides trying to save me from shitting where I eat cause that was the evening Mars and Venus were in an intense square and we would have definitely gone home together. It was the same night another witch friend split with her wife and she had to move back home with her parents which is always unfun. 

Which leads me to Monday, I was staying at a coworkers BOUGIE house in highbury and Islington that’s a two floor apartment to babysit his cats while he and his girlfriend were away in the Philippines. I am known as a cat lover at work so he came to me to look after his place but I reached out to my friend cause I knew these aspects were trying and she asked if she could stay at the flat with me. I said yes which was.. a MISTAKE lol. Out of respect I don’t want to go into the details of her life but its more of I didn’t realize how blessed I was to be able to have a moment to rest and reflect in a nice apartment and I was trying to be nice and help out a friend but it was like the scene in titanic where there is a door they are holding on to for support and for some reason Rose gets to sit on the door and Jack is in the water and I felt like I was supporting this friend and getting sunken down myself. It’s crazy how much someone can take up space and when she wasn’t UNLOADING her drama of work and her ending marriage when I would come home from work desiring peace and quiet, she would try to change the subject but her mind is in a negative space since she is going through chaotic change so it would be always a negative or violent topic and I am like.. I need SPACE. 

The last straw was on the second night I asked if she could sleep on a sheet on the sofa since I noticed that people prefer when others sleep on bedsheets if they sleep on sofas and since it’s not my house and it doesn’t belong to a friend of mine but a coworker who is my SUPERIOR at work entrusting me with his house I want to be extra careful with his things and she said: Oh did I do something wrong?? And that question just irritated me cause it’s like no I am not implying you are dirty and will contaminate his couch its just this isn’t someone close to me and obviously this place is fucking bougie they have a Fountain for their Cats in the kitchen so you know they are uppity people like just sleep on the fucking sheet jeeze. Then she got up.. and there were Stains.. And she quickly said: Oh yeah I noticed they were there before.. Maybe they were from the cats?? 1. I was in the house days before and never saw the stains.  2. Regardless of whom it was from, even, if it was the cats, she should have said something cause its my RESPONSIBILITY to look after the house and if the cats ruined something I’d have to take care of it and if it wasn’t fixable I’d have to report it asap to my coworker and 3. upon further inspection it was chocolate.. Which means no it was not the cats, it was her, and instead of her taking responsibility for whatever she stained it with she just sat there for hours and if I wouldn’t have suggested she slept on the sheet which she was passively trying to make me feel bad for even asking her to do this then the chocolate would have had even longer to seep into the couch.  I asked her if she ate any chocolate lately and she was like: O yea, I had some cookies! In a babey voice and I was so done I just silently got the sponge and scrubbed the stains the fuck out the couch. 

That night I was literally sending energy out towards her like: You have to leave tomorrow and it will all be understood and go smoothly. The next morning the first thing she asked was: Hey how have you been feeling? Like she knew and she received the energy, and I was like yes sorry I haven’t been great and I do need space to process it alone. And an hour later she left to go back to her parents.  

Wednesday was my friend’s (this is the Scorpio witch I did DMT with and also moved here briefly from Brooklyn, she is from my NYC witch community) closing ceremony she did for her healing space in Peckham. I am sad to see her go cause she was such a fantastic friend and interesting presence in my life but she is moving on to the next chapter and is joining some community of witches in New Orleans which I am excited for her since she has also been on this journey of self love and healing trauma from her ancestral roots and its great that she is going to join a loving black spiritual community. There is also an underground movement happening in Louisiana with black radical Americans growing their own food and trying to help each other out so she is going to get involved there. She is an inspiration cause I kind of wish I could be this radical and just move from place to place and use my powers for healing but like its not easy to compare especially cause my friend went through some insane trauma that probably contributed to her taking a more dynamic path and maturing faster spiritually than I have. I mean she has an insane scorpio stellium and would do DMT often like having an ego death is just cyclical to her cause pluto is her ruler so its just another healing process for her to die again and be reborn from her ashes even though I probably could never do DMT again for at least 15 years lol. (It’s not my medicine). Her friend did a soundbath which was really nice in the space and I met up with some other witch friends there and FINALLY this illusive witch I made a yule stocking for that has been intensely hibernating since she split with her girlfriend and had to move back with her parents as well (the planets have not been kind to your relationships guys) but it was funny cause the yule cards I made for everyone were based off of oracle cards I pulled that reflected their year and winter to come and hers was literally about how she was going to hibernate and needed rest so when she apologized for not being around I was pointing to the image on the card of the person chilling in their burrow under the earth like: It’s ok that’s you!!! 

The rest of the week I have pictures for and I will post about them separately. 

I always feel bad I haven’t been on here as much as usual but my life has been eventful and full of adventure and I am in the process of figuring myself out (again.. a long ongoing process lol) so I haven’t been spending much time on the computer anyway. I used to love doing posts from magic in my personal life here but like everyday there is a lot of magic here happening in my life in london so I feel like it’s everyday and I feel like I don’t want to bombard you all with daily nonsense or drama. I also would want to be more productive with what I post like maybe use some of my knowledge I’ve been working with for years to teach people but I am somewhat unconfident in that. I am also kind of hard on myself. 

[belzinone]

// @hunting-songs // cont. // ~<3

Melody Dönes had rented a tiny roofchamber that was in the summers as hot as a Titans melting remainds and in the winters so cold the young woman had to put bricks in the slim cast-iron-stive in one corner which she would then as soon as they were broiling like coles put under the layers and layers of blankets on her bed to keep her shattered bones warm. This day however was one of those blessed days were a summerrain had cooledfrom outside the temperature in her chamber and Melody, cramped between the  footboard of her old bed and the even older upright-piano, had spend the whole  morning playing the song on the piano that had been the rain pattering on the roof above,  the moaning of the wind stroking with featherlight fingers along the townbuildings-walls, and the calm almost Dolce tune of the rainwater washing in gentle waves over the pebbled streets below.It would be still horus until the young woman needed to leave to play in the establishment so her morning was filled with the patter of the rain and her fingers,short and crippled but still nimbly dancing over the pianokeys. Maybe, as her short fingers still swirled over the pianokeys as if held there by a spell, this was the  reason why she did not heard the typical song of  Bels normal walkingpattern on the damp stones on the street, or in the livingroom of Melodys landlady that was the entrance to the house or on her way up the stairs to the small roofchamber that was the Musicans home. Maybe she also was so caught in the song, still hanging after the orchestra in the rain only she could hear and play along to, that she actually was suprised when the door opned and Bel walked in. She almost flinched when the door creaked loudly and broke through the song she was playing. It was not often that Melody was suprised and whenever she ended up suprised she was eventually more amused by it than startled so she greeted the other woman with a quiet little chuckle and a welcoming smile that fit the very young woman Melody forgot she still was. The space between the bed and the piano was not big, all Melody needed to do was lean back and she would rest her hunchback against the footboard of the bed like against a wall. “Melody! What do you think?! I was inspired by that piece you played last week. You think we can go together??” The other womans voice hopped up a few octaves in her excitement, sweet and young, like a happy childrensong. Automatically Melody tilted her head to the side and listened appreciative, she had never been a person who would complain about the little good things Life was sending her way and having a very beautiful person posing in a just as beautiful costume while her heartbeat sang like a little happy bird, was indeed one of the very  good things in life Melody would  never even think of complaining about. The young woman was not a blushing virgin, not in the slightest, and she enjoyed beauty with all her senses if she saw it. And Bel was beautiful;  beautiful  in looks, beautiful in the sweet song that was her voice,  beautiful in her movements, beautiful in the impish, almost flirty nature she flaunted. Was the other actually flirting? For once Melody could tell and did not cared, it was not often that she had  heard Bels Heartbeat so carefree and excited, without the chains of worry and duty laying around it heavy like steel, so the Musican only leaned against the footboard, her head tilted to the side,  enjoying the view as much as the Music only she could hear.

“I have two questions though,” Melody hummed eventually, quiet, to not disturb the song that was the other womand pulse that stroked like gentle fingers around her  ears: “How did you got past my Landlady Dörthe without her hunting you away with a broom as she tries with every of my visitors?”, the Musican could still remember the evening she had for the first time brought a woman with her and the very old landlady Dörthe, as thin as a willow but bloodthirsty like a hungry dog and with the iron conviction that people living under her roof had to be ‘decent’  , had caught them as the pair had made their way upstairs. Melody had neither brought men nor women to her chamber again after this encounter. At least not when she had known that Dörthe had been still awake though smuggling the nightly visitor out of the house  in the morning had always been as nerve-racking as smuggling them in at night as Dörthe was a old woman and rose with the dawn and even the Titans beyond the walls were not as hunting-feverish after humen as Dörthe with her broom was after Melodys ‘ inproper’ involvements:  “And second, do you mean the song “Little wildbird?” Already the Musicans short fingers tapped the tact of the song against the wood of the footboard, nimbly, perfectly in rhythmn: “For if that is the case, I actually have a few very beautiful feathers you could add to your costume.”

She was extremely inspired, slaving over her her needlework like a madwoman and not even relenting as much to tell the visitors at her door to go away. It was her precious day off. Her comrades might have expected her to treat it as anything but (surely, she only had herself to blame for that), but that was before she met the Musician. The Musician that revived her fallen comrades from deep within the iron gated abcesses of her heart. The day she graduated from the Cadet Corps and became a soldier was a false christening. She didn't understand the meaning of the word, what it meant to live and die under a banner, to watch her closest friends live and die under a banner, until she fought for Trost. Her sheltered, nonetheless Underground upbringing did little to prepare her for the nuanced tragedy, the heartbreak of losing her comrades in arms.

Yet the music was what brought her back, the same music that served her only sanctuary amongst the filth, the lawless hellhole she once called home. Bel would have been embarassed to admit that her performances had been based almost solely upon counts of eight, stand-alone technicalities that allowed her to flex her talents without immersing herself into it or dedicating herself fully. It worked alright, as loaded nobles with painfully uptight private lives were more than willing to part with generous amounts of coin to see a scantily clad woman rolling her hips and flexing her core in their faces. Body isolation was an art, articulation was an art, capable of being calculated in her eyes as an empty vessel for tips. Yet like becoming a seasoned soldier, she had long forgotten the meaning of the word until she heard Melody play.

Finally, she learned how to enjoy herself again. Finally, she was granted permission to properly mourn. Finally, she could reclaim the memories and passion she had buried. More than anything in that moment, Bel wanted to honor her new friend's artistry and grew a new set of fangs for everybody and anybody who broke her concentration. Soon as she finished modeling for herself, she threw on a cloak and beelined straight down the street, knocking a junior soldier or two off balance on the way and raising more than a few eyebrows.

"Your landlord? That was easy. She just let me in. Is she really that scary?" If there was one thing that could throw her off her one track mind, it was freshly baked bread. The bakery on the corner skid her heels to a halt and she picked up a few rolls to bring to Melody's as a gift. The medic swung the bundle from her coat and offered the open haul to her, the sweet, fresh aroma quickly filling her loft from wall to wall. Perhaps the landlady too had a soft spot for her, just as Melody had. "Ok I lied," she snorted, "It wasn't my proudest moment. When the wings didn't work, I offered her bread, and when the bread didn't work, I begged and-" With a free hand, she lifted a mass of curls to reveal a rapidly purpling bruise. "MAN can that woman swing a BROOM," she laughed, then laughed some more recalling a popular antic of her Captain and his squad members, "What is she, your mother?" A small fit of cackling followed her slight wincing, remembering how tightly her own mother kept her under wraps in her youth. "But yeah! Little Wildbird! It's so cute and upbeat and I LOVE IT!"

Her eyes then blinked rapidly, racking her seemingly absent mind for traces of something that should've been so obvious. Preoccupied with getting the right colors, she'd forgotten the most basic accessories she could use to invoke the inspiration of a BIRD. "Oh my god, I can't believe I didn't think of that! It took so long getting the colors bright and vivid and the number of times I pricked my finger..." If it didn't concern machinery, design wasn't her strong suit. Nonetheless, it was something she found she really enjoyed. Perhaps she'd spend more time on her lost craft now that she'd rediscovered her passion.

"Where do you think they should go?" she asked, finally removing her cloak and neatly hanging it in the most suitable place in the room, "Off the wraps? Hip scarf, maybe? I'm gonna need your help, because I came straight here after I finished it and didn't bring an extra set of clothes to change into." Another snicker. "I got excited~ ... ... ... and am barely starting to feel this bruise... ow..." 

[nothesc]

@ur-nitemare  said: THIS was like the worst reading experience ive ever had, like you first of all, posted it in the worst time possible and i was like “im a strong woman” ((i kind of hear now words strong woman in cengiz’s voice oh my god why)) and decided to go on a walk with my dog, and was like ‘its just an hour, you can survive it, you’ll wait’ so i went with my dog, already stressed and hyped as when my 12 years old self was expecting one direction to drop their new music video  so when i came home, my dog acted like he was dying and i was like?? excuse me??? you cant act like a choking primadonna now, here you have water drink it’ll be okay. after all, this ended up okay and i was running to read that fic and was like shit my phone has only 9% of battery but i was like I CAN DO THIS and made myself a popcorn and literally ive never prepared more for reading, i swear. i actually wanted to send you a picture where i like had a bit of wine  (i didnt really drank it, i was so done with that fic while reading, i forgot bout it), popcorn and tissues and i wanted to send it to you like “more than words last chapter starter pack” well,,, i was so hyped that i forgot about it and started reading THEN when we got to the “do you still love me?” question MY AUNT STARTED CALLING?? AND I WAS LKE??? HOW DARE YOU?? I WAS THAT DAMN WHITE MAN BLINKING MEME AND I WAS LIKE?? THAT AUDACITY?? CALLNG ME RN?? LIKE I ANSWERED IT  AND SHE WAS LIKE “im coming over in 10 minutes” and i was like?? okay ?? then like a second after i ended that call my granma started calling me and i was like wHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENNG and she told me that my cousin called her and now hes not picking up and that shes coming over probably and i was like??? okay im at home like 3 hours and NOW when all i want is peace and silence you decided to hAVE A FUCKING FAMILY REUNION AT 9PM. so i was running downstairs to tell  my mom about all this mess and was so stressed because what did yousef answer??? he thinks shes engaged!!! does he love still love her?? aND WHILE I WAS RUNNING DOWNSTAIRS I STEPPED ON MY FAVOURITE SUNGLASSES AND BROKE THEM AND I WAS LIKE why. so with my already fucked up karma i was 100% ready for yousef to die and me to actually use these tissues and sana to get together with anna’s karl. well, i survived that 5 minute meeting with my family and they all kind of  gave me peace and i was like YES!! CANT WAIT TO READ ABOUT HOW YOUSEF DIES!!! and well, the rest was calm, my phone was only dying meanwhile so before elias had THAT conversation with yousef i was searching for a charger like 10 minutes, and if i thought i had my one direction are about tO DROP A FUCKING CLIP hype, this was worse. this was such a big hype my 12 years old self would be like oNE DIRECTION ARE ABOUT TO DROP A FUCKING FULL TITANIC LENGHT DOCUMENTARY  and then yousef started to realize?? and i literally had to look up from my phone to the sky and was like “THANK YOU WHOEVER YOU ARE UP THERE THANK YOU I FEEL BLESSED” and then yousef told sana he cant meet her and i this video is my accurate reaction twitter.com/bechnas… AND I WAS LIKE OH MY GOD IS HE GOING TO TELL HER !!!!THERE!!!! ??? AND THEN THE PARTY HAPPENED AND THEY WERE ABOUT TO GO TO THE ROOM SANA AND YOUSEF HAD AND I WAS  LIKE YOSSI?? ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS WHY ARE YOU PLAYING WITH SANA LIKE THIS THAT AINT FAIR THAT POOR GIRL JUST NEEDS TO REST AND THEN HE TOLD HER “BE CAREFUL YOU DONT WANT TO GET HURT YOUR FOOT WITH THAT DOOR AGAIN” AND I SUDDENTLY TURNED INTO THIS MEME twitter.com/AnselEl… aND THEN THE REUNION HAPPENED AND I UNCANCELLED YOU FOR LIKE NEXT UPCOMNG 10 YEARS I SWEAR I ALMOST NEEDED THESE TISSUES OH MY GOD THAT WAS SO PURE AND SO GOOD  like honestly,,,, sorry for this lenght but you wanted peoples reactions so here you are ALSO??? the time you dropped this fic riverdale panel started and new s02 trailer is out and the new season has 22 episodes? i was literally aggresively skipping through these posts abou that panel but like as i said noelia, worst timing EVER. anyways, this fic was SO FREAKING GOOD. honestly, ive never been so invested in a fic before and i was never invested in somene’s fics before  that much bc i was more like that random ao3 reader but now you are my favourite fanfic writer EVER, like when people say “noelia?” or “nothesc” iM LIKE YAS MY QUEEN THE HERO OF SAVING MY LIFE WITH HER NOBEL PRIZE FOR LITERATURE WORTHY FANFICS I LOVE HER HAVE YOU READ HER FICS COME ILL TELL YOU MY FAVES I READ EVERY SINGLE ONE AT LEAST TWICE, IM PLANNING A ROADTRIP TO SPAIN TO PERSONALLY THANK HER YAS QUEEN!! and seriously, more than words? that was amazing. like… skam is shaking. teen wolf is shaking. THIS HAD SUCH A GOOD PLOT? i laughed, i fell in love with the characters, i felt the pain, i felt the joy when they told each other as pen pals that they like each other and then when they stopped writing my heart broke but at the same time it got healed because irl yousana got together and then the break up we dont talk about as we dont talk about karaoke apocalypse like it was so well written?? like every good fanfic needs that  angsty part and this absolutely broke me, in the best way possible. and then the angst continued?? but then the plot twists and all of that, tHAT WAS ALL SO WELL THOUGHT, and the whole last chapter?? tHE WAITING THAT WAS THE WORSE, like you followed every rule to make the perfect plot and you DID THAT, i swear i want to study film and im about to suggest that as an actual plot of the movie and im gonna make the second oscar worthy piece, like a movie based on fanfiction?  an oscar winning movie based on fanfiction? name something more iconic. you cant. like titanic, the notebook, love rosie… all these movies are shaking. but seriously, i know that theres really a small chance that this could happen but my hopes are never really low, im extra when it comes to expectations. honestly, this was amazing. perfect in every way and im so glad i could witness a masterpiece like this. seriously noelia, thank you from the bottom of my heart  also sorry for 1,3k words long comment, this fanfic made me feel more than all my real life crushes and it was just so genius i couldnt help myself

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OMG!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ACTUALLY LEFT ME A +1000 WORDS COMMENT!! LIKE ???? ARE YOU EVEN REAL????? THANK YOU S  SO SO MUCH!!! HONESTLY ME WRITING FICS WOULDN’T BE THE SAME WITH YOUR COMMENTS 

I’m so sorry to hear that you had to suffer that much to read the fic but I’m gasd you finally didi it and that you liked it.

I loved the memes and the videos you linked hahaha and yes I asked for people’s reactions and your is just priceless

Thank you so so so so much for taking the time to read the fic and to leave these amazing comments, I don’t even know how to thank you 

Seriously it means so much to me

also.....i’m sorry.......but........wine with popcorn???? seriously??? and I’m the weird one??? smh 

I’ll forgive you ‘cause you’re the queen of comments but okay....

[manic-old-man]

J17-06

We drag into another month, at 8.01 of 2017/06/01 R, with many problems, the biggest being perhaps the ca. immobility of the Arp.   See notes re feeling tired, hopefully only this morning – till pipe time.

 Another problem is the pipes aren’t cleaned, at 8.09.  A larger one is xxxx to seek airline tickets.  The wall rock is in there; what else carrying over from May, to do? Grass cutting is coming.  Maybe things aren’t TOO bad.  

 8.13 – ca. TV suggests lots of games are good for old me – sol qualifies, I am completely confident.  But, did their examples suggest 2-person games?  Not sex.

 Come with me back in time, after 8.48, back to the BDC, with its old, ca. smart sol game, and its Wonder Ware – can such open those quest files that seemed to be NG Word files?  

 Slip of 4/25 for 5/31 W; drag into draining at 9.41

V a. 12.24 – pee 1                               BELLS X

 V b. 3.27 – pee 2, VG

 V c. 5.17 – pee? V 3    Did I dream of the Goddess Athleta?  And super bugs, in the forest.  And 1’ NOP’s.   --   What it was, before 9.50, was a dream of Mitre and the 7090 that showed a bug of a program doing a pause waiting for some event, and the pause state would break after one minute, gratuitously.

 V d. 7.18 – poop

 V e. 10.39 – poop 2.

 V f. R 1.42 – pee 1

 V g. 3.48 – pee 2

 V h. 5.56 – pee 3, some audio; sun on clothes hamper

 V i. 7.28 – finally up, pee 4, quite asleep, no audio – now charging.  Earlier dream of squeezing into ~bus seat next to ~Diane Dixon   Tired today?  Only this morning?  

 V j. 7.51 – poop? V  Read Emily Dixon.

 Landing drag-ily done at 9.54.  Skip the pipe cleaning?  

 Back we come at 10.45 from the BDC, having finally got the smart sol game going, but unable to remember how to use the smart features, like endless apps////un-do’s. Also with W Ware, I am unable to find any of the old file boogers that would not open, by normal processes.  

 Before 10.48, I was poking about, drag-ily, barely refreshed by ca. 20’ in the recliner, in that ca. packet of undrained slips, and it was very clear to me, maybe not stated earlier, that these, coming soon after the 2/3 stricken-ing, suffered mightily in the quality of the handwriting, hence lack of draining, and that this was from the handwriting hand being on an arm and shoulder that were in deep do-do.  

 Well, I thought, before 4.04, that that Pipe Fairy had a hard job cut out for her today to get me completely restored, and indeed it was too much, in spite of a walk again to the second summit, and a good smoke starting in that corner, and moving under cover when a tiny shower came up.  Again I smoked only the B III tobac, and again it was jolly good.  Finally I must clean the pipes, and try to get the Bent Ehrlich unplugged.  

 Before 4.08, with Wonder Ware and the Quest notes, I was able to find dicey files, and ‘restore’ a bunch, but not specifically identify one that was earlier seen as dicey. Never the less, the thing is clearly powerful, if hard to use, but with a bunch of fiddling will probably do all that fetching stuff that I earlier called for.  Put the BDC back to hibernation, after another try at the smart sol features.  

 Done, at 4.30, but still quite stumped by those smart features; I couldn’t even start a new game.  How to crack this nut?  The answer lies deeply buried in some way-earlier J-file.  

 At 4.39, the real hot item is not PHC’s powder milk biscuits, but a ca. e/m to the Arp folk, citing the error message gotten just once – how come not again?  A vaguely remembered screen shot of the message is not readily found in the Aside paste file.  What was the text?  THINK. Before 4.49, it was to the effect that a coordination file could not be found/-located.  It is noted in last month’s notes?  Page 40 at 4.55 has ‘can’t load localization file’ as that note. Load, maybe find.  

 Before 8.04, an hour’s nap, out heavily, and then the dishes, sailed thru, together may have finally restored me.  Don’t count on it.  At 8.14, the P Soft ca. e/m is sent, using their nice form, omitting that I have had the trouble before.  I have to re-install?  

 Don’t count on it indeed, now or after 8.52, as I slide down the slope of fatigue.  I can book up the recent Lunch emails?  Pipe cleaning is what is really needed.    Google, etc., were only moderately kind to old sol, or supportive of its value.                                                                                R

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. F

 2017/6/2 A 8.46 F – the auto-date guy is not showing up for work – it will be a bad day? A note speculates that we are well-rested; grass-cutting, especially, may prove it wrong.  At 8.47, everything is okay propped up on those toothpicks – we can do these niceties and start the real work.  The TV Titan work is done already.  

 Before 8.49, at / 8 25 \ a peek at the P Soft web site suggests that their operation is / Stagnant \ in that their most recent News posting is from 07/23/15 – this suggests that, tho their bot acknowledges the sending of my query, that I may not get a human response.  This prompted at / 8 31 \ looking at the download collection, and seeing that on / 16 7 7 9,29 \ I seem to have created the time stamp in doing the / Arp down \ loading – look for in in J16-07.  / Can I find and rename the present version? \ I asked, before 8.55.  Or, / Re-install on BDC?  There is an Arp there already? Use that for a while? \ This seemed a good idea.

 Before 10.05, with seemingly many threads of activity ongoing, at / 9 16 \ I was back to the Bowling Banquet’s suggestion/invite to / Todd lunch \ for four, noted last month.  Liz will continue to consider a next Wednesday date.  For Todd, I have been seeking a song to apply my ca. new algorithm to, to generate goofy humor, of the sort appreciated by Todd.  Liz’s report of / Kate smith \ daily singing at 9 AM for Bitner, set me to composing, at / 9 58 \ starting to compose ca. nonsense lines, by ca. randomly shuffling particles (and then some) as in: / God bless the Mer’ca, land of a love, stand aside a, and glide a, … \ maybe to be continued after 10.25, and more grass cutting.      

 Earlier, before 10.26, at / 9 34 \ we had found that indeed the BDC has an Arp on board, and it records for more than one minute, but the cut is silent.  The setting of its / BUTTONS \ looks different – therein may lie the silence problem.  SRC buttons show all 8 top setting on, except for Voice.  10.30 – stop eating nuts.  Play a sol game/round as replacement.

 Oh dear, at 10.46 we have a mower balk – long time no see.  No better at 10.58.

 Before 10.59, we could hear no radio on the BDC – how come?  THINK.  Button settings noted and changed.  Look at dos search results.  At 11.03, I find the structure obscure, but an effective, hiding, rename COULD probably be worked out.  

 11.16 – try mower again and/or do more Booking.

 11.27 – the second big yank was a winner.  I mowed over to the rock brace boards, and found one or more ca. loose – the rock seemed to be staying in place on its own; maybe there’s hope.  

 Recent Lunch Book-ing caught up at 11.43 – there is an earlier, old problem?  

 Before 4.11, with the mower set down a notch, and thus producing mucho mulch, at / 3 37 \ we resolved, that we got to / Scrape   xygyg that sucka! \

 With the mower ca. stalled again at 4.03, and merciful clouds about, we will note the walk to the mail box and around the Scenic Loop.  Then we had an excellent smoke with Kuhner just on fire today, especially re the ca. burned out comedienne, and again smoking just one pouch’s stuff, Balkan I.  We cleared a plugged white boy - and the bent boy too.  We ca. indulgently took no mowing breaks during this sacred pipe time.

 Now, or soon after 4.07, we need to solve a Lunch Book problem, xygyg of a seeming big gap between 2016/7/19 and 2016/2/3, five months.  I guess we got to search back thru the Outlook holdings for possible neglected email during that time.  

 Hooray, the mower started on the first yank before 4.40, and we finished the living room plot, without too much more to go after we rest and cool off.                                                                                                        F

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 2017/6/3 P 12.32 S – maybe it will help me perk up to try to catch up this typing.  I felt wiped out after finishing the mowing - and thru the evening, but pretty much okay in the early morning.  I can get up to Cy’s house by the designated 1 PM for our prearranged smoke?  I will carry a light kit.  

 I did cool off yesterday after 4.40, and finished the mowing with appreciable difficulty and fatigue. After supper I had an hour’s nap and then worked pulling clean dishes, and had to Recline for a while before loading the dirty dishes.  That done, I reclined more – and did a third work stint? Yes, only to load the few things to wash into the dish pan and then collapse back into the recliner – and remained there, sound asleep I suppose, till near 10 PM and TV time.  This I was at least able to stay awake thru quite handily, with Murder in Maine – with Betsy and Rachael.  12.41

 Earlier, at / 11 08 \ we vowed, before catch-up time at 9.46, to / Uninstall \ the Arp software, and at / 12 26 \ thought to seek / Factory reset and other options \ for it, feeling / Wibed out \ and at / 12.42 \ thought to seek such / Features on web site \ of theirs – not likely productive?  

 Completely restored, we are, after a delightful smoke with Cy up at his house, sitting just inside his garage avoiding the rain.  More is to be said about it I am sure, but WHAT is this stuff above?  I hope it will come back to me.  5.08 – it is what is to be done with Arp.

 On returning from the great smoke up with Cy,   --   I was interrupted by something, before 9.51, and time to hang it up.

 Before / 3 50 \ and before 8.58 M, I took a fall onto the driveway trying to ca. vault down off of the wall.  I had / Blood \ from a scrape on my left arm, pain from a bump to my right elbow that persists to this day at 9.00, and a bump on the back of my head from hitting the driveway.  I lay there prone a bit collecting my wits, and someone called from across the street, seemingly Desiree rather than Julie, are you all right?  I called back Yep as I rose, and meant it, I guess.  I had tho a ca. / Absent \ feeling from this / Fall \ which slowly passed away.  

 At 3.54, I am a little woozy, maybe from that fall, trying to vault off of the wall onto the driveway, and falling rather heavily, and some bloodying of my left arm.    It has quite addled my thoughts?  

 Now at 4.07, I am little better.  I need to go away and do something else – help Liz with the ca. gardening?  I could do worse than cleaning up pipes – or unloading a Slip.  Before 4.10, and before this fall, I did feel quite completely restored from any lethargy of the morning.  

 At 4.30 after helping Liz some and lying down for 10 minutes, I still do not nearly feel right – from that fall.  I thought I would have a knot on the back of my head, where it hit the driveway, but there seems to be none.  Yes, do clean those pipes.  At 4.54, I find some abrasion of my right elbow.

 Cleaned they are at 4.49 – good therapy, that.  BUT it is nowhere nearly fully restorative, and I still feel somewhat confused.  I was distressed in this cleaning process to find a ca. chip gone out of the stem of the White Boy, just to the right of the bit.  I dropped the thing yesterday?  Causing this damage – not nearly fatal.  I need to smooth down a sharpish edge?  

 Good therapy, before 4.52, but I still don’t feel nearly right.  Try some sol therapy?  Or Slip unloading.  At 4.55, the call is to clean up for the gardener.  

 That being done at 5.06, I still feel a bit woozy – sol therapy will help?  Repeated wins before 5.46 are encouraging, but I am not at all clear-minded – a little bit off.  Donning party clothes has helped some.

 We are back at 9.39 from nice dinner, with Liz, at Bison County with nice walk across that Charles River dam.  We had a nap of indeterminate length – but, that or the sum seems to have left us in fine shape, with seemingly no continued impairment.  We will clean up stuff above as much as possible.                                                                                        S

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDL D. S

 2017/6/4 A 8.26 S – we made good progress there above, but there is much more to do re this rather strange, complicated day.  There is much to do for THIS day too, in its own right.

 Slip of 4/26 for 6/1 R, to drain at 9.22, trying to get going

V a. 11.27 – poop? V #2 – helps me? V    BELLS X

 V b. F 12.56 – pee 1   --   Landing at 10.13 getting a little done

 V c. 3.26 – pee 2; dream of corporate intrigue & 1 like Mark Mathews  --   That is, the guy in the dream looked like Mark, but wasn’t him. 10.13

 V d. 5.51 – pee? V VG   View to Spy Pond   --   That is, we recalled days long ago when the trees were shorter, and we could see skaters on pond.

 V e. 7.16 – poop X – rested?  

 V f. 8.01 – poop #1

 V g. S 1.13 – pee 1

 V h. 3.41 – pee 2; finally getting under the covies.

 V i. 5.24 – pee 3; c later – 2 awake, Left heel is sore, rt. Foot ~bunion is better.  Left pinky is sore from mowing.   --   Not mentioned before 10.09?  Scrape and ca. bruise on right elbow – and another?  How could I have missed, before 11.40, the scrape and wound which bled, just below left wrist?  Progress made of mower scraping – maybe 2/3 done?

V j. 7.01 - up, pee 4 – pinky worse?                                                           U

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 2017/06/05 A 8.42 M – how erratic, the auto-date guy is back on duty.  With an e/m gotten off to Holgate about lunch possibly Wed. after bike to BPL, I still have two days’ record to clean up above, and not trivially either.  A reply is wanted of course to Ivan re Arp, and Ukraine too.  Then there is still good old draining and TV Titan, and a wash load too.  At least it is a rainy day, limiting the outside drangs, to drag in some German.  And THIS time, clean the pipes!  I am quite well rested, yes?

 At / 7 47 \ and before cleanup at 9.08, I half-resolved to work up   xygy a method to have this here SRC time-out period of ca. 1 minute end with ca. 1 minute of the ca / Brush \ program that runs so fetchingly on Liz’s pc before it times out and shuts down.  It is named Stripes?  

 There, at 9.10, I think I have gotten ALL of the junk above ordered up.  Having gone quickly and well re Holgate, hopefully we can do as well with Ivan.  In comes the Swim Team.

 Back at 9.23 with the whole team coffee-ed up and me too, we turn to TV T and daily slip stuff.   At 9.34, most of that stuff rolls off till later, and we proceed with high hopes toward Ivan.

 Well, such went quickly, and well, before 11.01.  Then, alternating with the wash work, we roared into the TV and Slip stuff, sustaining well, I think, the extra stimulation/distraction of Joe Avery, etc., of P Hall CD, stored music ca. discovered in the process of the Ivan work file searching.  At 11.09, we are still roaring along, in great form, surely tops.

 Slip of 4/28 for 6/3 S, drain at 11.08, still doing well.

V a. P 9.35 – roll over                                    BELLS X

 V b. U 12.57 – pee 1

 V c. 4.56 – pee 2 – VG

 V d. 7.03 – up, pee 3

 V e. 7.32 – poop

 V f. P 11.29 – pee 1

 V g. M 4.41 – pee 2, VVG

 V i. 7.08 – pee? X   no alarm!   --   Before 11.13, she said No, she is not getting old and losing her grip.

 V j. 7.26 - poop

  11.32 - dry load is some dry?  That left pinky is still definitely sore.  

 Yes, as I sometimes say, at 3.45, and always, I am always in a good mood after my pipes.  We are sometimes fully restored, and I certainly am today, if I wasn’t already in top form.  Yes, it’s great to feel good, Kurt.  

 I got in a walk to the second summit before 3.48, detouring away from the dripping trees, to open sky, tho dark and heavy.  Smoke in near drain pipe assisted by the paper and plastic recycle containers was very good, with old WM backing up the new one which is again crook.  Let us clear up that stuff and see what is pressing next.  Drat, no reply yet from Holgate or Ivan.  

 And, at 3.59, the winnah is – the Lunch Book e/m gap, noted somewhere – above, of HERE? Finishing the mower scraping has been rolled off to tomorrow, appearing to be another rainy day coming.  The reader will surely understand by now that I use HERE the way Shakespeare used THIS, in saying that this gives life to there, and perpetual life, as long as men may breath and eyes can see; my objectives to perpetuity are more modest, only 350 years – from 1666, if that is the year of the Great Fire of London, and Pepys’ note of it.  Make that 351, right?                xygy

 At 4.46, it appears that the five-month-plus gap in the Lunch Book record may be valid; that e/m search reveals nothing relevant, and the message content above and below the gap seems fairly consistent with Going Dark.  The alternative is that the sought missives are simply lost, deleted, but I think I was pretty careful with them.

 Before 8.02, we felt pretty tired right after dinner, but a little later, a 30 + 5’ Timer nap seemed quite enuf.  I did go right back to sleep for that second shot.  Now with just a few dishes done, and, drat, still no Replies, what’s next? Pipes are done, tho not before supper, as was sworn.  Some Googling clear-up is due.

 Done at 8.37, well enuf – tho carn and rath from church music did not resolve at all well. What’s next, questing or V3 typing? The latter, I think.  The weariness steals o’er me like a chill, or something.

 At 8.47, a five-minute chair-nap has helped, with a dream I can touch but not grasp; ended by footsteps above.                                                         M

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 2017/06/06 A 7.43 T – the auto-date guy is on duty – a good sign for a good day?  It seems such so far – I seem well rested.  Mood continues quite flat, if we dismiss these ca. bursts of energy.  I am keen to finish the present chunk of V3 stuff and post it to Kurt, with a supplemental piece.  

 Slip of 4/29-30 for 6/6 T, partial draining at 7.47

V a. T 2.13 – pee 1                              BELLS X

 V b. 4.16 – pee 2; dream, OK, of RR tracks

 V c. 5.09 – pee? X   c later; good dream of good German backup woman – a widow?  My hand on her thigh.  I told her? No audio.   --   That is, before 7.55, I was fairly familiar with the reasonably attractive, slim woman in Germany, seemingly unattached, whom I may have told that if anything happened to Liz, I would want to have her address, to contact, and be with her.  

 V d. 6.29 – pee 3 now.  Yes, do measure waist.  Some audio.   --    xygy Make that 40 inches at 9.50, to be reduced.

 V e. 7.29 – poop

  There, at 9.24 this stint of V3 typing is done, and it is the last one?  How to tell?  Where is Kurt’s note?  I have to count the typed stints, = 3?  Bind the book back up.  

 The note is found, at 9.39, the book done up, and returned to that xxxx top shelf.  Me return to it fairly soon, maybe after more Questing, and type the next stuff in order – and return the book to the attic. Scrape?

 Yes, after 9.45 try to get the mower scraping finished in one stint - then next is that Kurt thing.  His note is found.  

 Oh dear, at 10.43, I am quite tired, but the mower is scraped.  A test start-up went poorly, maybe helped by filling gas tank. Another at ca. 11.30 will recommend sparkplug attention?  

 It started pretty well before 12.39, and a half-hour nap that may have well helped me, but try the mower again.  And, from bed,     xygyg Security I thought was the Control Panel icon I needed to find ca. Stripes for the screen – maybe screen saver – Security is NF.  What would be a synonym for such?   Read thru the icon list.  

 Before 3.51, in spite of the rain, we got in, with the big umbrella, a walk to the first summit, and turned back – the rain was too much.  Smoke was good in under cover, and, at / 3 24 \ we declared, / Restored? Yes. \ And, I add now, yes indeed.

 We have in the strange Outlook category, at 3.53, of Archive, some Lunch mail that may be ca. lost/missed over.  At 4.07, it looks like we have hit pay dirt – now comes the tedious process of scooping the stuff up.  

 In the quest for a Security D Top icon at 4.19, we encounter Dell Touchpad, and tentatively turn it off – soon back on?  We will avoid some ca. bobbling?  Likewise, at 4.22, in IDT Audio Control Panel, we disable Power Management, which it says will enable PC Beep.

 SFU: ‘screen’ at 4.34 leads us to the On-Screen Keyboard – neat; and maybe to the screen saver, and the ca. Stripes option.  4.36 – Ribbons it is.  Screen Saver is set for wait 1 minute, and to do Ribbons.  At 4.40, it’s pretty, but understandably cpu heavy, at about 20% - how do I get it to stop in a bit?  After 4.52, forcing it to Sleep will be good enuf?  7.39 W – no, regular sleep setting at TWO minutes takes care of the problem.

 7.28 – 35 + 5’ Timer nap not enuf?  Where’s my coffee?  Try pipe cleaning.  At 7.39, it has worked pretty well.  Still, the weariness of the post-mower morning has returned.  

 Dishes done at 8.10; some weary; we can progress on the e/m scooping?  Before 8.21, I got along a little way – then hit the wall.  

 8.24 – making shopping list was enuf for the Stripes to come up – and then soon gone!

 We are too tired for questing?  Maybe back to V3.  We can finish the Kurt e/m, short?       That made it easy, at 8.33.  Onward we drag, at 8.57.  The Ivan work revealed Win OS tools not known before – DxDiag for getting the ca. configuration of the machine, and recorder.log for Arp ca. recently going berserk.                                                                          T

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 2017/06/07 A 7.42 W – wow are we on a roll, pumped by the lunch deal, as the slip note observes – or 3x5?  

 PJ Pocket 3x5 of 5/21, initial draining at 7.43

V #1. 2.57 – SEPARATE, GROSLING   --   See below after 9.07 re subway separation.  Grosling for some reason seemed a good name for a tinny runner shoe – a brand name?  

 V #2. 3.57 – 2 – DIR *AVED*   --   Can the Dos Dir search command xyfy skip past the start of the name SAVED GAMES?  9.10 P 9.24 – indeed!

 X #3.  --   Before 8.07, we had another lost item/idea?  No?

 X #4. 4.32   WORD…   --   One seems lost here.

 V #5. WINNER   --   See below re Reality Winner, after 9.11

 V #6. PUMPED BY LUNCH   --   Mood, energy, creativity way up, < 9.12.

 V #7. 4.38 – TDC, CUDDLE   G: BDC, & URB;   --   Google top and xygy bottom dead center, of engines or activities, and see X Urban Dict. too.

 V #8. TOUCH, CARESS, CUDDLE   --   See below, after 9.13.

  Slip of 4/29-30 for 6/6 T, final draining at 8.41

V f. W 2.13 – pee 1

 V g. 3.41 – pee 2, c later; some; do some audio? After a nap.  Good dream earlier of a ~cuddling girl on bus   --   Also see below, 9.14

 V h. 7.01 – pee 3, VVG    37 seconds – beep   B F P from bed: ____ fungus Psalm    ____ is backspace?  Yes - meaning WHAT?   --   The WBZ xygy time beep was at 6.59.37 on the SSH; compare.  9.36 – 31” behind SRC; dope out the logic when fresher.  8.29 R – that time has come, I hope.  The SSH was 23” behind the radio beep; it is 30” behind the SRC clock. So the beep seems to be 7 seconds behind the internet time – OK?

 V i. --   Mushrooms are fungi, right?  10.26                               xygy

                                                                                                             xygy

V j. --See the hymnal for Oh God, our help in ages past – what psalm? 90  

 V k. 7.33 – Winner as surname, verified (7.21 - poop)   --   Reality Lee xyg Winner in the news has an awfully odd name, at 8.05.

  At 8.47, try to handle all this touching and cuddling stuff together here – it is that I have lately a number of dreams in which I become somewhat intimate with a fair lass, usually young.  At least two of the dreams have involved being on (T) transportation, but the one with Emily Dixon on the bus was not of a fair lass.  I sit next to them, perhaps to talk, somehow to touch, then to stroke and then to caress their arm, or in the case of the German woman a thigh, in a way that says she has lovely, silky skin.  She does not reject these advances and compliments, and soon my arm is around her, cuddling, and she happily, delightedly, cuddles back.  In one, her newspaper was in front of me, its contents being the subject of the ca. oncoming conversation.  

 In the SEPARATE dream noted before 8.55, Liz and I were in a subway car as it reached our stop. I went out, with her behind me.  I turned looking to see her emerge, but she did not.  I waited as more came out, then scanned around the platform, but she was not to be found.  I became agitated, maybe desperate or hysterical, not only at her absence and yet again such a separation, but also at the implied threat to my sanity, and my knowledge of physics in the world, and causality. 8.59

 Reading thru this work so far at 9.05, I think that Kurt or other Freudians can have fun with the contrast displayed above.  

 Boy have I got a lot of catching up to do at 3.51, not the least being the rest of the stuff from last night’s active time.  There, at 4.38, a lot of the small, easy items are done, including tightening the bicycle seat knocked askew when I fell, once again, approaching the library and misjudging how high a lip I was trying to regain the sidewalk from the grass.  This gave me a slightly bloodied left knee; I am carrying five wounds now?  Left wrist - and another from that wall fall?  Right elbow was from that?  What else? At 8.05, left pinky is still some sore, but better.  8.27 R – add in the bad arm and shoulder!

 Lunch with Michael before 4.42 was pretty good, good waffle with better Nutella, with him seeming to accept the ca. challenge to get on Tumblr, follow me, and hopefully get to the archive – unspoken of.  Politics were gingerly brought up – ye gods, he wanted to vote for Bernie. He agreed with me we should do this again – fairly short, 45’ – after he has time to enter the Tumblr glade?  

 Before 5.03, now grasping at light straws, I had a half-hour nap, most of it asleep I think, doing me good.  Library trip was fine.  Belated smoke was good, somewhat shortened.  

 There, at 8.00, we have even gotten the ripping started of the BPL CD’s of Death in Belmont, which wonderfully complete, including the old drug store where I bought my first cassette player/recorder.  The book seems pretty good, heard some doing dishes, after 35 +5’ Timer nap, seemingly enough.  The ducks come into a row.  

 Now, at 8.10, the Landing is finally done, but there is MUCH doing to do.  With more advancing still done at 8.44, I think we down to the x-ie’s and the abundant Googling, but first let us clean the pipes in a timely fashion.  We can start another Rip to go with it.  Pipes are done at 8.59, done with rapid and precise movements, becoming ever more rapid, and more practiced.  CD #3 is starting to rip.                                                      W

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 2017/06/08 A 7.58 R – soldiering on; as the slip notes, we are back to the blah’s of M0; the party’s over.  Continue last recent cleanup above, then some earlier x-s, and a shakedown note to Ivan, and more Lunch Book pursuit; weed whacking outside.

 Too tired at 10.39 to think it’s just the weed whacking.  We will see afternoon recovery?  I must do edges and associated weeding soon, ahead of rock stuffing.  

 Also, after 4.51, sweep stairs and sidewalk and get rid of dead bird.  Pooped, but the weeds are done – with ca. thread exhausted

 Pipe - burned box

 9 10

 Give up                                                                                                         R

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 2017/06/09 A 9.05 F – I wander thru the several things needing done this morning, and stumble upon the matter of Father’s Day gift requests – I had in mind three items needing ‘net purchase, right?  CTC minimum subscription has been spoken of; ppi Tungsten replacement, ca. $40, has not; the May file reveals Balkan Sobrannie ca. smuggled tobacco as a third; it suggests/reveals no more?  No, we say at 9.21, with coffee service done for the returned swim team, triumphant. At 9.29 we are not finding $30 ppi’s; push it back – go for the tobac?  $18 price seen at 9.35 is to be believed?  $7 for 1 month of CTC at 9.37 is great, at 9.38.

 Yesterday, alas, before 9.22, I dropped the ancient but currently long running perk coffee pot’s lid assembly on the stone-hard sink, and broke it into a thousand pieces – a big problem.  Liz dug a more ancient perk pot, non-self-heating ca. like the broke one, out of her ca. archive, and I struggled thru its first use for that team service.  

 Good news before 9.38 was Reply from Ivan, but saying do full delete, fresh download, and re-install; this will later need a new ca. certificate number?  How much time is this going to take?  Do before slip draining, but after starting on that sweeping?  

 The stairs are half done at 10.20, and my arm is tired.

 At 10.52, we are back from the mailbox mailing Cynthia’s BD card, with legs tired.  

 From the Dos view at 11.07, arp looks in order, way too complicated to try to hide with renames – also Ivan calls for complete reinstall, and probably means full uninstall.

 What was that layer idea I had and lost before 11.09?  it was, if it will come back a little more, to handle Death in Belmont files by xygy changing  something - the Album file, yes, that’s it, if that can be done to the folder containing the several files of a disk image.

 Ivan’s called-for and regedit.exe deletion of AudioRecorder left above it an empty Folder Pistonsoft, which I deleted too, before 11.26, bolstered by new probiotic trail mix, in lieu of morning nut ration, forgotten.  Ready to download?  Oh dear, at 11.34 there is a conflict with something already existing – a folder? Break off.

 Back at 12.15 from 15’ nap we are, involving a dream, good, of Leslie Fink sharing an office with James Comey, maybe at MIT – partners, they were sent out on some sort of a case together.  I was not in the dream at all?  This is rare.

 Back we are at 3.58 with the front steps sweeping finished, and till too hot.  Kuhner was again today VG, with me getting every bit of it I could, to the ca. detriment of yesterday’s Rush stuff.  Four pipes are to be cleaned, and more tobac to be portioned out.

 We had a late morning walk to the mailbox – oh yes, I said that, and it sufficed for walking and hill climbing.  Yes, I said it is hot, ca. 82%% max.  I guess now at 4.17 with a break for gardening support and a bit of good old sol, we turn back to download stuff

 I think I have maybe said how, before 4.18, how I like the sol game better after Google, etc., gave it fairly good marks for exercising the mind.

 Ugh, I am stuck at 5.00 needing response from Marc as to the Administrator password, in order to delete a P Soft folder that the download install process is complaining of. Worse than that, my e/m to him is not coming back as a bcc.  

 Strange, the bcc finally arrived just before supper, before 8.53, and his reply with a NG PW after supper, showing a time stamp ca. 4’ before that on my bcc, above it on the screen.  Get NG reply off to Ivan soon, after I regain some strength.  The sweeping seems to have done me in.  I closed my eyes for a nap at 6.22, and opened them at 7.23, quite by accident – and fatigue.  

 Air plane tickets mentioned before 9.07 – she said we still don’t know when this house is getting painted.  Tired – pooped – too much to clean pipes?  Try another sol game - then fall back on dish pulling.  Winner.  9.15 – too late, right?                                                  F

     Dddddddddddddddddddddddddd. S

 2017/06/10 P 3.19 S – we return to the top to do the niceties, and, being quite fully restored from a BAD morning, we start to catch up.  

 7.14 – my sloth and shame overwhelm me.  I can recover?  --   That is, last eve I was quite wiped out, and did shockingly little, and was off early to watch the continuing-great Laugh In reruns.  How quaint and strange and un-PC they seem, with smoking, and jokes like if Beverly Veronica Hubbard, of Germany in 1049, married Otto Drenwitz, she would be BVD; and Lilly Tomlin in her great phone sketches introducing herself to her called party as Miss Tomlin.  Also, before 9.23 T, jokes re marriage.

 Slip of 5/5 for 6/7 W; drain at 7.18 – yes.

V a. 9.38 – poop #2    BELLS X   --   doing penance.

 V b. R 133 0 pee 1.  Wound => break in skin?   --   Usually.

 V c. 4.03 – pee 2 – try some audio? V

 V d. 5.34 – pee 3 – back to dull M0.

 V e. 7.04 – pee? 4 – Over-drowsed.

 V f. 7.28 poop

 V g. F 12.08 – pee 1; bad dream of NF sox & threat of finger infection

 V h. 2.08? V pee 2 – bad dream continuing of trouble formal dressing.  Hotxx Pilsxx – help?

 V i. 4.28 0 pee 3 – long, good dream of tall, bonny bldg. at S end of long, oval lake in NY state – not a finger lake.

 Continuing to clear and catch up at 3.28, we have from / 2 41 \ that I was quite / Restored \ from the shortened smoke time, but with / Tinnitus \ just a / Trace \ and at / 3 16 \ noted / Great smoke, running thru that pouch of Balkan III \ involving the / Principal 3 pipes \ - 3.30.

 Not at all hot thru 87%% heat, low humidity I guess, some breeze, till near the end, tho the temp’s seemed to have been down to 82.   --   That from about 3.17, and before 3.30.

 I spent a good deal of the morning ca. babysitting the attempts at installation of a new AC in Liz’s bathroom.  I was already strangely almost dead tired from only a moderate amount of sweeping of the front sidewalk, keeping to the shade, in the only moderate heat – not extreme. 3.32; I kept pigging out on nuts and this great probiotic trail mix, hoping to gain strength, and collapsing into the recliner.  May I hopefully continue in top form for the rest of the day, God willing.

 What to turn to at 3.35, seemingly caught up with the old, ca. near stuff, the clutter? The Ivan matter maybe; it is tops? Survey.  

 An element of clutter at 3.41 is the ca. advancement of the Junger Belmont stuff, with it not now clear what disk to turn to, or how.           S

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. U

 2017/06/11 A 10.14 U – why so dull and wan, old sinner, why thee oh so tired?  Could running out of Omeprazole with last pill Friday have anything to do with it?  I thought I might be needing Zantec for the sour stomach by now, but no such thing. O-zole is another medicine I might be getting rid of?  

 Does heat, and the prospect of MORE heat, have, at 10.18, and before, anything to do with it? Does sleeping long dreamless, audio-less stints and rising late and returning to the sack have anything to do with it?  A lot, you say?  You might be right.  

 Liz is feeling wan or something too, also sleeping late – with us finally agreeing that church had been eliminated, before 10.21.  I wish them well, ongoing.  With breakfast we brewed the second pot of ca. new coffee, with Liz getting the swell idea to boil the water in a separate, wider tea pot, and then pour it in the coffee pot, to start the brewing.  

 What happened, before 10.23, to that Saturday afternoon, and the associated evening?  I did get that Ivan stuff doped out, and his e/m sent; and the re-request to Marc was in there too?   The evening saw another excellent supper at Burton’s, and then some attendant running about to relevant Burlington mall shops.  We reached home and soon fell to watching the overly-ca. scary 20/20 In an Instant two-hour cult show, which I pulled out of ca. 9.40.  Some work HERE preceded a return THERE, and so much for the evening.  

 Now, at 10.20, we must pump ourselves up on coffee, maybe on sol, survey the mail and TV Titan and such daily chores, clean the pipes, settle the Belmont file placement, and maybe do something good.  Oh yeah, do a Drainage.  And try to stay cool – turn off the overhead light?  

 Trying to cool down at 3.22, we will clean up here a bit, and soon go out to sweep more.  No walk was had, in deference to the ca. 89%% heat.  Corner smoke was cool enuf, in our tank-a-top and shorts.  We quit with two pipes plugged, and again falling back on the little bent thing.  It took only ca. 15’ for the last smoke of the dear, reliable briar, getting us in some early.

 Before 3.25, at / 3 16 \ we resolved to / Sweep \ as noted above. / Rest9red””?  Maybe not. \ We concluded, with poor typing.  

 Slip of 5/6-7 for 6/9, F, we drain at 3.27, as above, and filling in more.

V a. 6.06 – pee 4 – pills not helping.  Some audio, Hear Death BELLS X files (W) dishes.

 V b. 7.03 – pee 5; 37” WBZ – same?-   No, 31 – sample more.  9.09 U xyg 10.05 6/30 – last sample – the SSH is 4 ½ seconds behind the beep, and 5 seconds behind the SRC clock, so WBZ beep time is very close to ‘net time.

 V c. 9.44 – poop #2

 V S 1.18 - pee 1; prep 11

 V e. 3.38 – pee 2   ~bad dream of being ~stranded on Nantucket

 V f. 5.11 – pee 3; no dream

 V g. 7.02 – pee 4 – overslept, D: 2nd dogwood blooming, seemingly

 V h. 7.29 – poop   --   Cool enuf now, at 3.32

 V i. U 3.44 – pee 1 – fantastic.  Leg cramps, lower rt, then both.  Prep 11?

 V j. 6.09 – pee 2 – VG.  No audio, or omep.

 V k. 7.26 – pee 3 – overslept; get W’s are from Omeprazole last pill Fri?

 V l. 7.43 – poop? V

 Back we are at only 3.51, with only the kitchen steps done, not so much from the now 90%% heat, as from arm fatigue – one more than the other.  

 Re Belmont Murder file placement, we find at 4.41 that we CAN control the placement of the stuff, but only of an individual file, and not by folders, as was sought – one-zie-s are just too tedious to be of use.  What disk image are we wanting to load?  Disk 4 has been heard – maybe out of order.   One of the later disks seems to be missing in the ripped stuff, and WMp says it has already been ripped.  It is, at 4.45, disk 4, so we are okay.  Loading: none now, two are already up to bat.  All done?  We seem ready for a return to BPL.  Do a Reply to Marc.  V

 After 8.40, try that Delete not via Dos, but Wxp.  9.19 – NG – tired.

 Can we, at 9.40, advance the Lunch Book, or even the V3 typing?  At 9.50, we have got all the Lunch e/m’s in sight – how to search any further?  Wait till they turn up?                                                          U

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. M

 2017/6/12 A 7.42 M – Happy Birthday Nelly – still sick with flu?  We here are well-rested?  Did we say there is a forgotten stretch of sidewalk to sweep?

 Slip of 5/8 for 6/11 U, drain at 7.46, getting going we hope – on the day.

a. 9.42 – finally up?  No Trin.                                 BELLS X

 V b. P 10.09 – finally burping up acid – Zantac pill taken.

 V c. M 12.59 – pee 1

 d. 2.18 - try to pee, 2, only. V  Continuing bad dream of having to code a language, & trying to get out of a cave, & ending sans car & wallet.  Zantac was slow to kick in.   --   Before 11.15 T, it was that I had to write the code for a language compiler or something, that I did not know how to do readily.  

 V e. 4.56 - pee 3; ~bad dream of muddy snow outside revolving door.  Why so many dreams some nights?  Absence of fatigue?  Heat?

 V f. 6.57 – pee 4; Liz up at 6.32 for summer swim hours; I lay drowsing.  Hardly any audio.

 V g. 7.27 - poop? V   scant

 9.24 – D: Todd lunch Wed.; keep wash going.  Not noted: can I rename the P Soft.exe file, if not delete it?  9.28 – nope, Access Denied, again, to Dos.  Play Marc’s PW reindeer/PW games.  

 Admin PW cracked before 10.52 and laundry finished, P Soft.exe renamed, good news sent to Marc – send such to Ivan too?  Done at 11.37.  What did I have BDC up here sleeping, waiting for something?  Not Palm work?  It is now sent back to hibernation.  Nothing to do but Quest, or V3 typing?  Before 4.11, we remember that it was interest in the Wonder Ware, re the Questing clunker files.  

 At 12.50, with high temps, we take a walk only to Alan’s erstwhile house, where the tree shade ends.  Now we wait for the sun to get out of our smoking corner.  

 Slowly we cool down at 3.25, with our fan turned to LOW and the overhead light off, in deference to Dan McCauley’s Reverse 911 call re power load.  I never was overly hot out in the corner smoke, again emerging with a plugged pipe or two.  Inability to keep the white boy going into the heel smoke cut the excellent experience some short.

 Did I say a while back, before 3.43, that I was getting less / Enjoyment \ from the pipes? The last couple days have set that right.  Good smokes are back, if they were gone, or weakened.  Try some questing?

 We had a pretty good session up to now, 5.04, but with a note about possible collating problems with the file naming in the Journal folder.  We may be approaching the need for a Zantac pill.                              M

    DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. T

 2017/6/13 A 8.30 T – Lord, what a night.  At 8.56, how shall we tell its tale?  Let it suffice for the moment to say just sour stomach.  The moral of the tale is to collect the time pattern evidence, see if indeed it xygyg shows two pre-supper onsets on two consecutive days, and, if so, take such a pill today half an hour before the ca. patterned onset time.  

 We have noted collating problem of above to settle at 9.00; Draining, pipe cleaning, pill ca. patterning, and another Ivan go-around to do; enuf easy work, maybe enuf hard work, to keep us busy this morning, whacked or not.  

 Slip of 5/9 for 6/12 M, to drain at 9.03, ca. reluctantly            xyg

X a. 7.35 – what word shifted emphasis?                         BELLS X

 V b. P 9.35 – Zertec pill taken   --   At supper, before 9.06, I thought water then crackers and lots of supper would soak up or dilute the ca. rising stomach acid, but gave up at 9.35, after some good Quest evening work.  After 9.17, read that as Zantac.  

 V c. 11.26 – pee 1, F1   --   Floor 2 was too hot, as well as, before 9.08, needing to be fairly upright against the tummy acid problems.  

 V d. T 12.21 – pee 2; tummy is all better now?

V e. 1.02 – pee 3 why so many?   --   I wondered, before 9.18, about acid stomach somehow provoking kidneys – not likely.  The assumption was that each of these pee’s yielded the regular urine volume.

 V f. 2.03 – pee 4

 g. 2.52 – pee 5 – awful   afghan) – small rug?   --   Read, after    Xygy  9.11, blanket. 9.20 – get derivation.  Before 9.37, it kept me warm.

 V h. 3.53 – pee 6 – a bit of an OK dream of a queue of actors   try F2

 V i. 5.27 – pee 7. F2 good.  Good dream of Arno in their back yard.  Turn off fan   Earlier good dream of Tom & mirror-image DNA   --   The Arno is, I think, the name in Ullman’s White Tower book of the Aarn River, roaring hidden by boulders, and in the dream such a memorable stream flowed just behind a principle’s house, with a freshet coming down to it.  The Tom dream involved him saying the name of a substance taken up by viruses for sustenance, and me unable to remember the name, but talking about a ca. mirror-image of its molecular structure, and the possibility of the two forms meeting in a burst of energy.  I slept better with the fan off, but got not nearly enuf rest for the night.  9.30

 At 9.50 slip is landed, bed is made, but clean dishes are not pulled – more donkey work; much to be done.  Try the collating thing.  Cleared at 10.24, not without cost.  Continue with more wd22 questing, I think.  V

 Now at 10.49 the dishes are pulled, the sol game is won, and pipe cleaning is the last time sensitive task for the morning.  The Patterning matter is sensitive for the day, after 10.52.  Ugh, too hard for 11.09 – try it PM, post-pipe – the pipe fairy will rise to the challenge of the day?  Try the Ivan thing now?  It’s harder than further questing, but it’s more interesting.  

 Ugh, at 11.30 the Administrator is saying she can’t erase the Pistonsoft folder because something in it is open to another program, even tho I shut down Arp – Fox could possibly in there?  Dos does think he has deleted the file, but it still shows up!  11.36 – Fox being gone no help.  Organize: Close for the file is accepted, but no help.  I need a Restart for cleanliness?  

 Maybe, at 4.09 on the SSH, we are going to get our wish.  Outlook locked up trying to get to MML, and won’t clear out with a cancel command. The task bar doesn’t come back, and some other things are unresponsive.  No, that’s it for non-response.  No, at 4.13, Dos won’t Minimize.  THINK.

 Curiously enuf, at 4.30, Ribbons came up, ran some, and froze with strange white lines across it.  Start cleaning up – but how will we get to Admin to shut it down?  The Windows key is dead.  We will have to do a hard, cold shutdown?  That will kill the Admin all right.  V

 Here we are back up at 4.44, with only Word and T Manager running, and we will try to that folder delete for Ivan.  It went before 4.48 slick as shit, but the deleted folder is not seen in Jim’s recycle bin – okay I guess.  Start rebuilding, ahead of further Ivan work?  I thought there was a Restart option somewhere in the T Manager, but I couldn’t find it.

 5.05 – mostly rebuilt.  Later recount the afternoon; restored, yes, I think so.  More so at 5.10, but B Box won’t come up.  Well, at 9.04 and tired of dishes, tired of high heat and dry, tired of lower heat after thunderstorm and damp, tired of life just now, we will re-install Arp and see if it can see a radio signal.  

 Bad news at 9.15? the Arp comes up with the same Sch items – okay?  And Arp gives that Bass error/whatever; due to no sound?  Fox won’t start either.  Restart again?  THINK. Clean pipes?

 Sol has not helped at 9.33.  Try cleanup of the day.

 Note that before 9.41, a welcome Roth Reply was received, recommending Rabbit, Run – CD’s duly ordered, when I finally got MML contact.  The smoke was just a wee mite hot, bordering on uncomfortable, at 96%% - remarkable how some little breeze in my catching and focusing corner will keep me cool/okay holding real still.  ‘nuff said? Restored?  Not so sure now.                                          T

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. W

 2017/06/14 A 7.13 W – we have a lot of time-critical stuff to do this morning, not the least of which is pipe cleaning.  Re-acquisition of radio sound is uppermost.  TV Titan is low;

 Slip of 5/10 for 6/13 T, drain at 7.19 – high enuf ca. priority.

V a. 7.14 – pee 8, surely a record.  Up, overslept.  BELLS X

 V b. 7.39 – poop; hard again, ~scant? V

 V c. 10.04 – poop #2

 V d. 5.17 – one acid burp & Zantac taken

 V e. W 12.07 – pee 1, Zantac taken, #2

 V f. 2.34 – pee 2, tummy fine, now   --   That is, for a while, before 7.30, I was having some acid problems.

 V g. 5.19 – pee 3, VG, from bed – C & W – continued good dream of hand on waist, (W) her 6’ tall.  G lost, Class?  Visit to ~class using ~tab equip – to make ~costumes.  Caramels?  On the floor as cont.  VG sunrise.   --   The earlier hand on waist involved a young, lithe silky-skinned beauty, but this 6’ older, dark-haired thing was very well padded – fat - above and below her belt.  We leaned together, to whisper on the tour at WGBH of these young people using a printer to print out sewing patterns, and some other tab equipment, but I said I missed the clunk clunk clunk of the 407 reading cards.  They used USB interfaces for the control of their equipment. 7.36 Caramels:  In this continued dream, before 9.27 and more ca. groping cleanup, I picked up some caramels from the edge of the floor, and pushed back in, away, some other more junky things.

 V h. 4.59 – 5.19 is NG – 4.49?

 V i. 6.43 – pee 4, 2 up

 V j. 6.56 – poop, pre coffee

  There, at 7.28, draining is done, maybe in record time, in spite of my awful typing – not manic?

 7.37 – some landing done – time to restart?  Make it a practice to note in this record the uptime – T M reports 1 hour 26 minutes, if I am reading that right – it must not include the Sleep time – reasonable? I would make it ¾ of a day since the forced shutdown – before that up for a week?  

 7.45 – back in jig time, with sound coming booming right up.

 7.49 – ugh, Arp, tho seeing the sound okay, cuts out at 1’.  What to do now?  7.51 – sound back somehow, with fiddling – go wash?  Brood.  

 File, test – how, before 8.27, did I lose yesterday’s Rush Fox file?  It was never made, somehow?  Start doing the testing of the smoke    xxxxx detectors.

 Arp still fails, at 8.38 – have I done all of Ivan’s steps?  Certainly not the later ca. unregistering.  Tomorrow, repeat them all as cleanly as possible?  Cut the grass today; finish building the working environment.  Why, if it’s coming down tomorrow?  

 At sixes and sevens at 9.33; we should start grass cutting?  Pipes are cleaned, with the super briar showing up plugged! Sometime       xxxx get back to pipe reaming.

 Finally at 10.49 the mower is carried up, and the first patch is cut, and I am tired already. Come on pipe fairy, do your stuff, in a timely fashion of course.  In the meantime, brood some more on Ivan and that game, and maybe try a bit more questing. How and when will we get back to V3 typing?  It is really low priority, lower maybe than prepping and posting some more T-stuff. Let’s see if I have any new T-followers; they used to send me an e/m re such coming on?

 Nope, no new at 11.02, still 6, two being tingle and my follower account. Cut some more grass? Why not?  Sun?  11.29 – no start – still.

 At 4.19 the top grass is cut, and the gardener is available at 4.30 to help carry the mower down. The smoke in BEAUTIFUL weather was great tho with plugging pipes, some cleared, some not, and the little bent boy brought in to help out.  Mowing tho quickly got hot.  No walk, needless to say.  

 Before 4.21, we got that message that restart is needed to finish updating, so we have got a two-fer, for potential restart for Ivan, etc., tomorrow.  

 At 9.04, in beautiful but now chilly weather continuing, I have been laboring onward in the Quest, but now I ponder weak and weary, like Poe, and pack it in.                                 W

     Dddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. R

 2017/6/15 A 7.34 R – I am jolly keen to start that restart, etc., process, but am I being too quick?  Reviewing Ivan’s note, I will restart, clear PSoft folder from admin, clear the registration thing, take new download being careful of old, and install.  

 Back up in jig time at 7.47, but where in that list was un-install the old Arp?  Ideally earlier than this, but okay now, and then check the folder, and unregister?  7.49 – already uninstalled - no folder.  7.54 key not found.  7.59 – installed – Sch items are there – okay?

 Test new Arp at 8.03 – why do we get funny, repeatable ca. sizzling sound on speakers, and B Box is normal?  Arp says that Bass error something already started – we need to restart again? Think, and shave, etc.

 Done at 8.37 – no improvement here.  Shut it down.

 After strange trouble getting the sound to go, before 8.59 and smooth restart, the Arp acid test comes up bad but different – at 59” into the recording, it stops and says Not Responding, rather than closing a 1’ file.  Send Ivan the bad news, and another Recorder.txt file – from My Doc’s.  

 Sent at 9.10; build up working computer rig better, answer Todd’s e/m and soon Tom’s – then what?  Clean pipes, that’s what – and earlier.

 At 10.10 we are back from mailing Marc’s BD card – sometime we will get up the hill for a return walk, finally – and maybe in good weather.  

 Now at 10.44, my back is tired from sitting out on the ca. picknic table bark pulling out the interior weeds.  Soon comes the start of the big edging job of that patch, with greater fatigue.  

 Hooray, at 11.25 that pipe cleaning is done, and I grow more weary – come, o Muse of the Pipe, Come.  

 And, before 3.47, I think she made it, and made me, to full restoration, with a great smoke sitting out below the hill steps, on another quite beautiful day, but with the big bent boy emerging plugged again.  I have belatedly fished out one of those thick pipe cleaners bought a good while ago which I think may do good for the Best Briar.  What to do?  Did I start the Roth reply?  I could well start that long grass border weeding – and get the gardening stool returned to the back yard.

 That weeding went pretty well, before 8.08, till my back got tired.  Then I did good work on a Reply to Tom, and a PS, which I can now stand now to Book Up.  Clean pipes first?  What else is To Do?                                     R

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. F

 2017/6/16 A 7.24 F – still no auto-date thing; it will work in the xygy Quest Book, and not here? 8.44 6/19 – nope.

 Ivan’s Reply of this morning, at 7.25, says disable all features – scheduler, damp, eq – those of the Arp, not of Windows, right?  I have on SPLITTER, SCHEDULE, not VOICE, LPF, EQ, AGC COMP – what did I have on a while back, as noted?  Splitter could certainly belong being off.  

 These settings at 7.29 are back to a clean cut-off at 60 seconds, to my surprise.  Oops, I had 2 copies of Arp up – the first was saying Can’t load localization file! Program will be terminated.  Now at 7.33 it goes down, and comes back up very strangely quickly.  Then it is back to regular slow start, at 7.34.  This quits clean at 1 minute.  

 With all the seven ca. features OFF at 7.36, it runs on!  Ivan would agree to Sch being on, and Agc?  We have any idea what Comp is?  At 7.40, the G Beck Sch item for 9 AM is enabled as a test.  VOICE certainly doesn’t want to be on.  For this test, Sch, EQ, AGC & COMP will be on.  

 Before 7.44, it was Splitter that made it stop after one minute?  I should have guessed; one certainly gets the impression that Ivan did not write this code.  Break at 7.47 for washing and quiet celebration.  We can hang Fox up, with compliments for a job well done – but not till Rush is proved in.

 Before 9.01, we had a ca. 35 second SSH reading for the WBZ beep – same?  

 At 10.27, now tired from more weed pulling, we have lost the task bar in the process of shutting down all iexplore tasks, to clear ca. unresponsive email. We have to restart?  Again the Windows key is dead.  

 Slip of 5/11 for 7/14 W, drain and think about it, at 10.31

V a. 11.11 – Zantac, again.                                     BELLS X

 V b. ~11.30 mail gives omep; 1 taken.

 V c. R 1.31 – pee 1; cool; good sleep

 V d. 3.27 – pee 2

 V e. 4.59 – pee 3.

 V f. 7.03 poop; up early

 V g. F 12.30 pee? X

 V h. 1.04 – pee 1

 V i. 4.21 – pee – 1?  (No, 2) c later, rt. Foot cramps.  Seemingly long awake, after good dream of designing fighting ship for planes on 2 levels.   --   Not an aircraft carrier before 10.42; maybe for VTOL craft.  

 There, at 10.43 the draining and landing is done, and I have stalled xygy about as much as I can. Did that last iexplore cancel kill the task bar?  Try it. Shut down, I guess.  Indeed before 4.14, it did kill the task bar.

 I bobble my way back tiredly at 10.56, with task bar restored, and even the clock.  The Ivan piece is ready for a final proofreading.

 Sent at 11.10; more ca. rebuilding shows a lack of sound from B xxxx Box – this trouble again – why do I keep getting it?  Restart needed again?  Call it no big deal?  Just then, before 4.15, it was so, but not so long term.

 At loose ends at 11.12, dare we weed some more?  And carry rock supplies from wall to bark ca. repository.  And finish and clear a Rush file, listening?  Yes to the above.

 Well, before 11.40, it may have been a bad decision, but at least some work is done. There is still hope for that pipe fairy’s efficacy, and my restoration.  A hill walk will be a challenge, after so long away?  Ivan has answered very quickly, but without comment on Arp Features, as I xygy rather expected.  I should try out that LPF, and see if it seems to do anything, later?

 12.21 – no start, double!   --   That is, before 4.17, Arp and Fox both came up hung on that busy channel thing.  I had to do a cold, forced shutdown, right?  It was because of the task bar lost and the Windows key dead again, right?  Before 4.20, I said, at / 3 21 – restored?  Maybe. \ And it may have been, at least some, before some more uphill weeding in the front plot, awkward work.  / Task bar \ was / Yes \ killed before 4.32, as above.  We labor on, pretty tired.

 The walk was easy enuf to the second summit, and could have gone on around the loop, but for the time, before 4.33.  The threatened rain, finally here, did not bother me sitting in my favorite corner, coming out with the bent Ehrlich plugged again, but not marring the event. Load the new, semi-victorious Rush file? No, not till we are better rested and recovered.

 Did I sleep for 1 ½ hours after supper and before 8.19 and doing the dishes, and only roused by the need to take a leak?  A lot, anyhow; would that this particular brand of weeding is soon done; also that some ca paralysis of Outlook soon melts away.  

 Well, a 9.07, with the test cut having come up okay of SH, can I drag my way thru mpe RL and Death file loading?  At least the pipes are done, and in a timely fashion – it CAN be done.  Dragging done at 9.19 – time for Laff In yet?                                                                                          F

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD;D. S

 2017/6/17 A 7.27 S – Good morning.  I here am still tired after a night of pretty heavy sleep, no audio, and no dreams? No, some ca. seen, but not noted – right?  I am still tired; coffee will banish it?  

 A thought from the sheets, and the pot – what a lot of time and effort, and a lot of tedious Fox cuts, all because I somehow clicked on Arp SPLITTER, and I wasn’t sensible enuf to recognize the one minute failure, and Ivan wasn’t knowledgeable enuf to help.  Break for poop, at 7.30.

 Dragging back at 9.17, with laundry to come.

 And it is in and ca. chopping, whacking, at 9.35, and I am still tired, with coffee.  Weed pulling does not explain this.  Still, the pipe fairy may be able to banish it.

 In spite of ca. 45’ nap before 12.46, I still feel quite tired; go, fairy, go.  

 And, before 3.51, I think she has done her job.  The smoke finished up with about five raindrops which did not continue. The walk went around by Cy’s house where two deck chairs and a sand chair were set up in our smoking area, as tho he was expecting me, but I did not see him.

 The smoke was fine, with the white boy almost plugged, but finishing okay.  Before 3.53, I did about a half a ton of Rush stuff, and finished one of the Death loadings – now we refresh a lot of stuff. We enjoy a slightly cool cup of the first product of the new coffee pot, which looks like it will be very good.  

 Death disk 4 claims it is already ripped, at 4.12, but I can’t find the results.  I certainly have not heard the audio; I have to skip it or Arp-record it via loop-back cable?  I am presently hearing disk 3; wait and see.

 Slip of 5/13-14 for 6/16 F, partial drain at 5.04, filling time

V a. 4.24 – I missed a pee earlier?  Yes.                           BELLS X

 V b. 6.47 – pee only please.  No audio! Note omep. Return   --   That xygy is, after 5.15, try 2 pills at 11 again.

 V c. 7.04 – poop

 V d. S 1.06 - pee 1, prep 11, NSH

 X e. 3.44 – pee 2; D: call Cy?

 V f. 4.48 – pee? X 3; FOUNDLING); try pills at 11?  Dream earlier of returning to Mitre to an office (W) Mike Wortis

 V g. 6.16 – pee – 3 count; no audio.

 V h. 7.17 – up; overslept.  Pee V

 V i. 7.31 – poop, in an awful rush.  

The LPF feature of the Arp is, at 5.28, probably a Low Pass Filter – it would enhance bass, and would not be wanted?  Try it now, approaching ca. 5.40 push time to Captain Jack Miller’s Boston Ale House, for a couple of ribs and half of a great Captain Jack’s Buried Treasure dessert.

 Before 5.34, the cut of radio voice and music showed no detectable change at all – stick to four features, and try not to accidentally click on SPLITTER!

 Before 8.39, did I have about an hour’s nap?  It seemed like the blink of an eye.  The supper was indeed fine.  Re Death disks, I could delete or rename or otherwise hide one disk image, and try to re-rip it, to see what’s going on with disk Four.                         S

      Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. U

 2017/6/18 A 9.11 U – Happy Father’s Day to me.  The big hit was Len’s card that 4 out of 5 dach’s agree I’m a great dad, with Dachshunds outfitted as doctors –take it to church.  From Marc – candy bar known good, choc almonds, Starbucks coffee – good for our new pot; refill shaving soap stick, great.  Liz: nuts - and ‘net things to come.    Tired again?  No good reason?  Thus, mood?

 How to start, at 3.15, just after our pi-time mini-celebration, to catch up the day? First at the end – the pipe fairy again did her magic, and restored us.  Have I told you that she is first cousin to the tooth fairy?  

 No walk, in the 88 degree weather, and humid; still, corner-sitting was comfortable enuf. The smoking process, involving only the bent Ehrlich and the white boy, was marred by the former being lightly plugged, so that I could not keep the thing going, reloaded it, and could not get that lit.  So I have to dump out the pipe load.  

 Father’s Day presents after breakfast was good – oh, as noted.  Church was okay, but with a guest preacher woman going on and on way too much about sanctuaries – not quite saying cities.  I asked, do you think she voted for Trump?  No way.  

 First courtyard punch had a treat of about five offerings of delicious party breads, and Munchkins – replacing my anticipated rib leftover.  Nap was long, ca. 45’, but not enuf – going toward my fairy cure. Gail P was back doing healing at church, but I thought it late to be going for HER cure.  3.24

 Slip of 5/13-14 for 6/16 F, final draining at 3.27, cleaning up

V j. U 1.07 – pee 1, & 2 pills.  Dream, OK, of writing astro paper at Harvard.

 V k. 4.21 – pee 2, VG!  Set 2 clocks                                                      Xygy

 V l. 6.09 – pee 3, good, dream, good, of mist becoming rain, & upper deck.

 At 3.56, with sol ca. hung - what we going to do?  We will excuse ourselves from that awful weed pulling in view of the heat, and the festive, indulgent day; pipe cleaning does not beckon, but maybe calls – and Questing?  Witches’ lunch is far away, alas.                                  U

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. M

 2017/6/19 A 7.28 M – inadvertent Restart last eve instead of Sleep, for the night, has lost some stuff above?  Somewhere in there I got pipe cleaning done - and moderately thorough Portioning. There was a lot of sol.  

 This morning I seem to have a tangle, a swirl of ideas in my head, of things to do, like trying for the 8 AM WBZ time beep on the B Box, Liz’s clock not seeming to want to go for me.  Then I hit this ca. blank screen, from the restart, and it sets me back.  

 Ye gods, at 7.35 we have got Windows Audio Device Graph Isolation, Local, eating a fairly steady 25% of the cpu.  Now, at 7.37, it seems to be tailing off.  At 7.39, down to a reasonable 1%, maybe normal.  Strange.

 Another idea before 7.40 was to maybe record S & Garfunkle’s Feeling Groovy song which was so great last night on TV, From the Park. Hear Olivia N-J’s slow-down song in comparison.

 Sound, etc., at 7.51 and before seems to be settling into an unfortunate rut/habit of wanting Listen to be turned off and on before I can hear WBZ, etc.

 58 33 wbz wow   more   --   Finally we return, at 11.23 of 6/28.  I was surprised at this beep-data, and desired more.  

 Outlook on F Fox seems to work well at 8.46, not eating the cpu too much, but shows no Focused facility of ca. sorting the recent mail – strange.  Now, how about TV Titan?

 58 32.5 WBX at 9 – it is consistent.  Go figure. I misread that earlier data by a minute? It could happen.  

                                                                                                   Xzygy

After 9.04, figure out B Cen for tomorrow with Pelligrini & Co. at 11 – haircut, choc at CVS, maybe, and something else qq before BPL maybe at the end, to give best chance for Rabbit to come in.  $$ too, right?  No junk silver.  Do Stimudents today.  Do Xerox at library; take change.  Try the scanner myself?  V

 At 9.34, with a wash load in too, and new coffee made, I am finally up to the point of looking around to pick something to do next, rather than having it virtually forced upon me, by time or some sort of circumstance.  

 Slip of 5/15 for 6/18 U, getting on, with Bill the Custom guy here

V a. 7.13 – up, pee? V 4, overslept. NO audio!  Well rested? BELLS X Happy Father’s Day, say 2.   --   Draining at 10.22, limping on

 V b. 7.27 – poop

 V c. 7.48 – canola) rape oil)                                                                   Xygy

 9.02 – great prez – Marc choc bar, almond-choc, coffee; Docs-Dach’s; Liz - nuts; …   --   Add also shaving bar/stick, from Mya, before 10.24

 V e. 4.32 – after poop #2, way too rushed, awful mess.

 V f. 11.50? Pee 1, c later, prep & pills at 10.

 V g. 2.16 – pee 2, poor.  OK dream of sealing Word files.

 V h. 4.57 – pee 3, better   OK dream of extending a ~quota.  Try F Fox. Strip Arp.   --   Okay, for the first RL file at least, we will strip ARP down to SCHEDULE only.  I already said F Fox is doing fine?  What was its earlier problem, eating the cpu, right?

 A while back, before 11.38, we turned off the touch pad, but now find, hooray, the right and left click ca. buttons below it are still on.  This xygy will be handy.  Use it again.  6/30 9.52 – back to ca. normal.  It’s easy.

 Well, before 12.53, I finally got my rib for lunch, and, having logged 1 ½ pound loss this morning, I awarded myself a cookie.  These and a 15’ rest I thought had me well on the way to restoration, but I was a little doubtful on arising.  Now after dragging up the first summit in the fairly oppressive 85%% heat, I am more doubtful still.  Still, Go Fairy, Go.

 Did she do it, before 4.36?  I think she did; I still feel pretty good, in spite of pulling another bunch of those awkward front yard weeds; we are still cooling down, tho it didn’t feel too hot out.

 At walk time it DID feel hot, and at 4.37 it’s still humid, and I went only to the first summit.  Corner smoke was again good, with good audio marred a bit by failing WM batteries; we returned with no plugged pipes – three.  Ehrlich is still down.  Again, sitting still with ample breezes, was no heat problem at all.  The pipes are cleaned already.  Now, what to do?  Try that Death re-rip thing.

 At 5.04, renaming allowed the re-rip to go forward; but where is the output?  Maybe doubled up in the Unknown music folder; return the disks, then sort it out at my leisure.

 It’s now 8.18, and the dishes are done, and sol has finally beaten me, and I start to feel some tired, after holding up pretty well, almost fully restored.  We’ll do another round of Stimudents, and then Questing?    M

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. T

 2017/6/20 P 4.34 T – late start, probably not a record.  I finally have the ducks in a row, with weeds pulled, not tiring me too much now, just at the time, and the dish washer unloaded.  The pack, from B Cen just cast aside, is a big exception, but it will keep fine, not being at all time sensitive.  Don’t reply again to Todd re tomorrow’s Chelmsford Seniors lunch - or yet to Marc re his piece, and his birthday?

 The bike ride went just fine, with me finally arriving for dentist a half hour early, before 4.38.  My ordered cyber-goody arrived this morning at BPL, just right.  The eastern-European girl barber was all alone, resulting in some waiting, with lots of slack.  Riding wasn’t too hot, and 88%% and moderate humidity did have me changing from short sleeves to the tank top.  The smoke was just fine, tho with having to dump out the reluctant White Boy – then he did okay.  That’s about it?  Pilligrini before 4.44 regretted that he was rushed, and did not have time to ask me questions – about my life, I guess; I am his model for an 80-year old?

 Earlier, before 8.27, I declared myself fully restored, if I was ever diminished, by the bike ride or the weeding – now I feel quite diminished, seemingly by a one-hour nap, that I am not snapping out of.  Ugh.  All I can muster is sol, but must do out the pack, at least.  Pipe cleaning wouldn’t be bad.                                                                                         T

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. W

 20217/6/21 A 8.25 W – could it be this morning that we have just a whiff of elevated mood? It may be just the mild excitement of having had a three-media night, including no audio, just charging, and ca. mild fun of ca. unraveling the note records.  Or it could the milder-still ca. fuss of us going to lunch with Todd, etc.

 Slip of 5/16 for 6/19 M, partial drain at 8.29

V a. 6.52 – pee 4, OK? 2 up                                    BELLS X

 V b. 7.11 – poop – OK?   --   I think at 9.56, I was funnin’ with that OK.

 V c. P 11.09 – prep, pills

 V d. T 2.07 – pee 1; good dream of Nixon in my ofc at R-HQ, re $ giving; dream of M & M color purity, in pockets

 V e. 4.24 – pee 2; c later?  Itch on left thigh is a bug bite?

 V f. 7.24 – poop; 7 – up

  BPL Due Date slip of Tues, stuff for Wed., drain at 8.59, used in lieu of Slip, it being in bed room

V #1. 2.42 – pee 1; prep, pills, swish mouth wash at 11, VG.

 V #2. Tenuous ideas   --   For several days, before 9.58, that, as I may have already said a ways above, that I seem to be less able to follow Rush’s sometimes tenuous trains of logic that he lately seems to spin out about the ca. weedy subjects around Trump and that FBI guy – admittedly obscure, but say five years ago I have the feeling that I could follow such better. When I have trouble following Kuhner, then I know I’m in trouble – it happens?  

 Slip of 5/16 for 6/19 M, final drain at 9.04, for W

V g. 4.29 – pee 2, c later; good dream of girl’s warm hands on the (T); earlier such of me predicting 20% ~profit on the (T) )). V   Leg is just awful – bug bite

 PJ Pocket 3x5 of 5/21, drain at 9.09, from last night

V #9? 4.59 – TRY SPLITTER & VO. ACT ON ARP.   --   To my surprise before 10.39, the Voice Activation does not kick in for a second cut after the Splitter feature ends the first cut one minute after the B Box was wired in.  Vo Ac does tho go in and out as the radio signal is cut and restored.  I still don’t see how you would use Splitter to do something like make short segments for an Audio Book, or such.  

 What to say about lunch with Todd, no Margie, and two Lingus’s?  Basically, it was very good – but time consuming.  The drive is rather long and a bit tedious, but worth doing again, I guess – in two, maybe three weeks?  4.55

 A short smoke back here of two pipes was still good, and then grass pulling - finishing a couple of ca. legs, I think at 4.56 has not hurt me.  Restored?  I venture to say yes.  Bad news – Brother Reese is out on vac on lunch day, the 29th.  Ask Kurt if his scruples will allow a twosome?  

 Ugh at 8.07 with dishes tediously done, tho there weren’t so very many of them, and enuf attention given to sol, I ought to drag myself to knock together a piece to Marc – tho I don’t much feel like doing it.

 Kurt has replied the lunch date has to yield to Ron’s vac schedule – I don’t have to reply yet, at 8.09.  Dishes saw the exhaustion of loaded Death files – the rounding up of more is one of the seemingly many tasks bearing on my shoulders.  

 With a Marc draft dragged out of me at 8.45, maybe good enuf, why do I feel so very tired? A slump/rebound from that possible mood bounce of the morning?  I doubt it. I can drag myself thru the pipe cleaning I never did yesterday?                                                                              W

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD/ D/D. R

 2017/6/22 A 7.30 R – oh dear me, I –DO- feel tired this morning, and felt tired during the night, with bad dreams, and particularly tired last evening – I could not get thru that called-for pipe cleaning.  I had about a 15’ chair-nap, and gave up.  

 Such fatigue I do not much expect to pass away today, at least not this morning, not before, possibly, the purifying pipe process.  A walk might help.  7.33   There are many loose-end things I hope I can clean up today; being tired like this is good for such?  I think I –WILL- ask Kurt about a twosome.  July 29th is too late for a lunch, too near NJ vac – that is his date?  No, the 20th.  Finish Marc first.  Done at 7.43 – go wash.

 Back at 8.28, still bushed, but pushing back the frontiers of disorganization.  Do Kurt next?  No, hymns, etc., from Todd.  Done at 9.34, and pull cord for opening hopper window, and nut ration, and new pot of coffee, and pipes – did I say?  So much, but how to I fire F Fox up for TV Titan?  All done and Bookmarked at 9.42; so much, simple stuff, is getting done you might think I was feeling good – but you would still be wrong.  We have also done a run of cutting out real junk mail, like LinkedIn’s piece; much remains to be done to clean up threaded good stuff.

 Wow at 9.49, I have finally succeeded in knocking down the ppi hot synch manager, and thus gotten rid of its frequent message about not finding the Com1 port.  See screen shot in Aside2, if needed.

 Slip of 6/5 for 6/21 W, draining at 9.58, still progressing

V a. 6.47 – pee – 3   2 up. Bad dream of muddy ascent of boulder ~bridge, almost falling down.

b. 7.12 – poop? V 2 from br. Table – Todd, copy – JXM* to Lunch Circle?  How to copy discs like Liz’s scanner stuff?  * - he’s too busy?  How’s Cy doing?   --   And, continuing at 10.29, how’s Holgate doing?  

 V c. 10.23 – poop #2

 V d. P 11.53 – pee 1 – why so poor?  Prep, pills, swish at 11.  ~good dream, OK, of team of 3 looking for trouble (W) kids ~balking writing journals.

  Oh dear, before 10.25 and bed-making, etc., I forgot to tell Todd of my humor-generating algorithm, of shuffling particles.  But I am getting other stuff done, and am quite on a roll – it feels great; almost as good as not feeling tired, and feeling energetic.  See what we can do with Death files.  

 At 11.26, I think that those - and a Quest mess - are temporarily above my pay grade.  Go to the mailbox, or just play a little sol till full lunch time?

 I should have, before 3.35, at least started ripping the Rabbit disks.  A walk to the mailbox sufficed, I hope, for walking; restored after the smoke?  Yes.  I was a bit too warm in this shirt – I should have had the tank top down here.  I ended with a partial refill of that little bent boy; otherwise quite good. Pull weeds soon – finishing I hope, and starting the recovery from these itchy bug bites.  

 At 4.50, we are cooling down, after wondering at / 4 36 \ if we were / too tired? \ After a particularly awkward and bending weeding session; but we are / Done \ with that top front stuff; now we need to do a bit of work on the weeds of the / Sidewalk? \

 Now at 5.05, the Quest ca. lost text problem is hopefully fixed.

 It’s 7.43, and the dishes are not done; 25 + 5 Timer nap was followed by some recliner time, and, still with coffee, I do not feel tip-top.  Do the dishes - and maybe we can shape up the Death files, or at least clean the pipes – and start Rabbit rips.

 At 8.27, beaten by sol, we have our marching orders, to find Death disk 4.  Well, before 8.39, I found something to load, but then couldn’t find it in the mpe.  Similarly, I loaded the short GB cuts into the Audible folder, but to mpe, it still appears empty.  Think about it, and return.  V

 Well, at 8.48, if we can’t load Death disk 4, try for 5 – and on up, if necessary.  At 8.50, we have maybe gotten all of disk 5 loaded, maybe goofy, maybe some duplication.  Try some Rabbit.  Try again when 18 Megs are freed up, after 9.01 – clean pipes and shut/ease down? 9.32 – more sol and Rabbit ripping done.                                   R

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 2017/6/23 A 8.46 F – ye gods, I got to get back to B Cen for BD choc and card.  Rabbit CD’s can maybe be returned at the same time.

 In a lightening-like raid before 8.57, I tried to install Liz’s scanner software to see if it would come up at least as well as that Epson stuff on the BDC machine – but in vain.  It seemed eventually to be looping, saying installing the reference guide, seemingly the 4th item to do of four.  I eventually killed it, and found none of those four seemingly installed; it did not look quite like a problem of a missing driver, as Liz predicted.  

 I can’t yet quite get the BDC Epson stuff going before 9.00, but there is hope for that, finding and seeing old slides, and maybe for it driving the scanner, anew.  

 Alas, at 11.13, I have given up toying with Photo Impressions 4 on the BDC, and put it back to hibernating.  I could bring up and view and manipulate their sample ca. slides, but not my old ones that I think some of were in there – I could tho find such in Palm Land. And I could not get it interested in starting to drive the scanner.  I am done and defeated?

 Are we well rested today at 9.03, and bright?  It would seem so – can/do we keep it up?  Oh dear, at 9.43, I fear I may have labored too long on the sidewalk weeding, but at least I got nearly all of it done – quite enuf, till next time?  And, back at the ranch, the ripping has finished.  The rain threat continues – else I might think of the bike.  

 If, at 10.02 we have done too much back-intensive weeding work, we may be somewhat substandard this morning, below code, but such a condition will surely not get past that marvelous pipe fairy – I love her so much I should give her a name?  It would not be Rou, such already being given to the goddess of mind potions, as was told of in JVol3.  

 Slip of 5/17 for 6/22 R, drain at 10.05, somewhat wearily.

V a. 6.22 – pee 3? 1 missed; bad dream of broad-sliding bike      BELL X down steep grassy slope, steering (W) caliper brakes

 V b. 6.49 – pee; up – couldn’t wait    Tired.

 V c. 7.18 poop? V    coffee – still tired

 V d. 10.06 – poop

 V e. F 1.11 – pee 1; try pills at 10?

 V f. 3.06 – pee 2, NSH.  OK dream of film speeds & GUPSLOG mailed in by Frodo Connelly.

 There, drained and landed at 10.14 – do I feel a flicker of satisfaction, pride? Conceivably.  

 Well, we have some excitement today, starting before 3.44, shortly before lunch, after starting that big picnic bark edging project.  For some reason I opened Show Hidden Icons, and saw a strange icon, which is shown in tje Aside 2 file – see it if you can.

 It reported that I had some sort of a Trojan-Horse-Spy thing aboard, and do I want it removed? Some high level consultation said yes, which took it a bit of time to do, and it said Restart to tidy it up. Well, with lunch and Rush coming on, I said Wait.  Meanwhile, the SRC charging plug had fallen out again, and, maybe it was after a walk to the second summit featuring the Greenstein’s driving by and stopping to report that Ira is now a senior VP of a travel company, etc., etc.  I got back to find the SRC Out of Gas and shut down, right in the middle of the Rush cut, which picked right up with power restored.

 A somewhat short smoke before 3.52 was interrupted by a thunder shower, moving me in about ten feet under cover, and then okay. I did the restart soon after washing, and we are back up without incident.

 How long was that ca. hidden icon in there – way before 3.54?  I xxxx should look in there often?                                                                            F

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD; D/D/D/D. S

 2017/6/24 A 9.42 S – oh dear, oh dear, why am I so tired?  It would not be from the unaccustomed sound of an air conditioner making our bedroom cool enuf to stay under a sheet; I have made this noise-transition plenty.  One thinks of mood, and its variation.  Anyhow, I haven’t taken a shower, putting a still bigger implied load on tomorrow morning.

 At 9.45, let us try a bit to account for the journalistic blackout above, after 3.54.  I was feeling pretty good then I think, pretty spry, but was worn down later by the labor of helping to move that ca. new AC box upstairs, followed by lengthy stretches of some helping and some just baby-sitting its installation.  Yes, I think it is this total process what done me in.  

 The evening actually saw, before 9.49, the dishes getting done, actually with some audio. Not noted: no audio at all last night, just charging, again.  After dishes I just went downhill, with sol and later heavy recliner use, with only the merest tip of the hat to pipe cleaning, let alone the contemplated Questing – that is, I thought about such a little, as I contemplated what I would like to be doing if I could, and that’s as far as I got.  Let us now at 9.52 drag ourselves off to the done dish washer, but still loaded.

 P. S. at 9.53 – I need to ride my bike to B Cen for card and choc, and maybe BPL back, and it’s raining, on top of this exhaustion.  

 Perhaps after 11.34, and in the afternoon, the rain will be gone – but, even after the help of the pipe fairy, will I have the strength for the ride?  And can I be back and spiffed up by 5.10 for push time to Jimmy’s Steer House?  God be praised that the dishes are done, early.  

 Slip of 5/18 for 6/23 F, drain at 11.36, struggling forward

V a. 5.16 – pee – 3, OK   Good dream filming old India   BELLS X

 V b. 6.51 – pee 4, 2 up

 V c. 7.09 – poop? V

 V d. 7.42 – BDC has Twain, etc.?

 X e. 10.32 – poop 2? X

 V f. S 1.43 – pee 1; prep, pills, swish at 11 – good.  Dream, ~bad, of far north corn farm & my best friendxx.  Not so terrible tired now.

 V g. 3.58 – pee 2 – NSH.  Lost ~bad dream.  Small AC is helping sleep.

  Possibly a little less tired after lunch and regular 15’ repose, at 12.23 – go out to smoke.

 Before 8.25, now still full of good dinner, we thought, at / 2 37 \ in early from a good smoke and no walk, we were / Restored?  Maybe \ with much progress made on / Junger \ and Death stuff, all ready to roll files over.

 Before 4.21, the ride was tiring, and hot, but I think I can shake them both – maybe.

 Yes, I did pretty well before the big supper, but now, at 8.27, I am pretty tired, and ready for the 9 PM TV show about trouble in the SLC library. S  

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 2017/6/25 A 7.11 U – mood is up, for sure; may I feel as good as I do now for the rest of the day – nay, for the rest of my life.  

 Before 7.14, \ but, at 7.36, I can’t remember what I was / Focused \ upon, or something.  2

 Before 7.31, and breaking for a poop, I finally got, ca. a week ago, a better handle on that preciousness of all life thing, human, and this conceivably extendable to lower life – it is the uniqueness of each individual – they really are individual, if you look at them closely, as Murray was ca. wont to do, and get past the seeming blankness and uniformity of two billion Chinese or whatever it is.  

 Slip of 5/19 for 6/24 S, drain at 9.01 – still feeling good?  Less so?

V aa. 6.13 – pee 3, 2 up, c later                                        BELLS X

 V b. 7.25 up – pee? V   still tired? More dreams lost.

 V c. 7.45 – poop – hard

 V d. P 11.43 – pee 1, pills

 V e. U 3.31 – pee 2, bad dream of Ed Bensley helping me (W) little girl’s book text of gift given to Her.  Mood rebounded?

 f. 3.39 – return to attic work?  Swish finally done.                              xxxx

 V g. 6.14 – pee 3, good; c later.  Good dream of conf. table trying to clear analog tapes, & smart, shy girl next to me. Audio earlier

 Before 5.17, at / 3 36 \ I observed that I was / Stuck in this shell \ and added at / 3 47 \ that the shell, my body, was full of / Complex processes \ such as urination, which was the activity of 3.36.  I understand better and better the lure, the fascination with, the idea of downloading one’s brain contents into an appropriate computer, and assuming an uncluttered, eternal life of pure intellectualization.  

 At / 4 20 \ we added / 6 20 push \ time to birthday special dinner in Stallina’s courtyard.  Still no word from Nelly about her birthday, or Ti’s and her present, or Liz’s, or Father’s Day – all before 5.23

 At 4.51, we have done a bit of edge-cutting, and come in with a few raindrops on us.  Were we restored by the pipe and attendant fairy? No, her work was already done – we were already in top form, even after a hot-ish walk around the full loop – we finally made it.  

 With a late start after BD presents or something, smoke-time was still a bit short, but, with that and the edging-time, we finished the audio book of Death in Belmont, by Sabastian Unger – ending inconclusively as to whether DeSalvo or Smith killed in Belmont.  Oh, oh – we’ve still got to get that murder house’s address.  4.56

 In starting that search before 5.04, we found a strange, not-too-loud squirrely sort of noise on the speakers – like ca. static form the lamp, but it’s not that; now at 5.11, it is gone – a pretty mystery.

 At 5.24, shall we, after changing clothes, clean pipes, or maybe return to Questing? Pipes can definitely wait, for the potential sluggish time after another good dinner, surely with a beer.

 We are back at 9.26 after a nice nap just ending when Marc called with longish wishes for the birthday girl.  The bluefish and crustada were delicious – I gain more weight?  The living has been easy, and good.  

 9.44 – pack it in after considerable Quest-success.       U

     Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. M

 2017/06/26 A 9.35 M – wonders never cease – the auto-date dude is back.  He sobered up?  I have dragged myself thru a shower and getting out the lawm mower on this cool, dry, beautiful morning – but still it doesn’t perk me up.  I am back to being tired, alas.  But being maybe tired-er from mowing will not necessarily be a loss.  Now I need to drag myself thru pipe cleaning and portioning – but I can hear the end of the M Styne file to help me along.  

 At 10.50 the Styne thing is done, the dryer is going, and did drag all the way thru that double pipe process.  Oh how I look forward to the pipe time, communing with that fairy, without a tedious walk, maybe in the cool, scant shade near St. Francis.

 10.57, and we sink into a bit of sol, and brood on those mistakes I continue to make – increasingly?  They are mostly from errors in scanning across, and up, for possible moves before taking the next card from the stock.  Call them sol-gaffes?  

 Before 4.55, at / 3 30 \ we felt quite / RESTORRED \ a lot of it having to do with an excellent out by the hill stairs, watching a bunny for half an hour, sit on the grass cautiously eyeing me, and finally turning to eating clover blossoms, in the un-mowed grass.  I finally said, ‘Get ready to move, bunny, I am thru smoking my pipe and receiving the blessings of the pipe fairy, and I am getting up.’  I did, and still the critter didn’t move, to my surprise.  I walked toward it, and it moved a couple feet. More advances finally got it to move in a respectful way.  Thus, before 5.00, we resolved to / MOW \ and so it was.

 Double frustration at 4.54 – I can’t get the mower to start, and I can’t get a sol win, to ca. cover the time.  

 At / 8 48 \ we had had a nap of / 1 ½ hr’s \ which seems to have pretty well restored us from the hot, extended exertion of finally getting the lawn mower started at 5.10, and continuing straight thru the rest of the job – not a pretty picture. I did slump into that nap.  

 Over dishes I got pretty well dug into Rabbit, Run – and it does, at 9.16, seem pretty good. What did Tom say about writing like that?

  \ which seems to have pretty well restored us from the hot, extended exertion of finally getting the lawn mower started at 5.10, and continuing straight thru the rest of the job – not a pretty picture. I did slump into that nap.  

 Over dishes I got pretty well dug into Rabbit, Run – and it does, at 9.16, seem pretty good. What did Tom say about writing like that?  At 9.20, it is about Updike writing in vignettes in a sort that I don’t quite dig.      M

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDL. T

 2017/06/27 A 7.52 T – the auto-date guy is still sober, and on the job.  After that 9.20 we got a bit more Questing work done.  Today, cranking up the CTC $6.95 subscription, I see only five years of archives xxxx offered - not enuf to get back to Art Bell?  I’ll try it, then B Sobrannie.

 In from edging and then some rain at 10.34, we sort-a shuffle along.

 Slip of 6/2 for 6/25 U, drain at 10.35, progressing – somewhat.

X a. 7.01 – pee? 4; c later.  I woke up right on.  Confused       BELLS X

Dream, good, of trying to clear analog tapes.

 V b. 7.16 – poop – just right.   --   Meaning, I think at 10.47, that the process does not at all crowd over up into bed time.  

 V c. M 4.17 – pee 1 – prep, pills, swish at 11 – WOW!  W = 5 ¼ hr’s!

 V d. 6.12 – pee 2 – c later   Tired?

 V e. 7.16 – up, poop? X  Tired. Pee 3.

 V f. 7.37 – poop

 X g. 8.13 – much rested post shower?

 V h. 9.25 – rather intensive M Styne audio earlier; it done me in?  (Tired again now)  I don’t think so.

 Ca. 50’ nap has maybe got me fixed up OK at 7.40 after being tired-out by edging work then getting down Liz’s hill-cuttings. Walk to Radcliffe Road summit then corner smoke were good.  We can get going on EOM work?

 Wow an x-survey shows us at 8.44 that this file is in great shape, with few short range, fixable things to do, and more long range, reminder type things.  After 1/3 inches of rain, heavy at times, semi-far-away thunder rumbles on and on.                                                                                     T

      DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDL. W

 2017/6/28 A 7.23 W – drunk again.  We could not remember a night of such thunder and crashing lightening, not both of us together.

 The current slip speculates that we rise today, after much audio, mostly running out Rush, and one M Styne, maybe at a level of M3, no it was 2 – this level of energy and cheer.  No, Kurt, I still can’t separate mood from energy.  

 PJ Pocket 3x5 of 5/19, drain at 7.27 from last night

V #1. 5.33 – 2 – SONG, CAPTURE     BREAD,   --   That is, at 7.31, we have seen today. and hummed, the Trin Presentation Hymn – This is the place; it used to be longer, and we are now using just the end?

 #2. LGBTQ+ --   That is, before 8.24, I wanted to capture the somewhat remarkable Staff Tumblr post involving the LGBTQ+ community; more and more people are picking up the new Q letter, seemingly for Queer, a somewhat vague category, in contrast to T, which I guess is about the most specific.  The newly-added + is, I guess, a provision for a ton of additional letters that may dribble in thru the open door.  Here’s the text:

 Hi Tumblr —

We’ve heard from a bunch of you that Safe Mode was filtering posts from the LGBTQ+ community even though they were completely innocuous and totally safe-for-work. Please know that was never our intention - and we appreciate you letting us know so quickly—and forcefully! We’re deeply sorry. Tumblr will always be a place where everyone is welcome and protected, so we want to explain what happened.

The major issue was some Tumblrs had marked themselves as Adult/NSFW (now Explicit) as a courtesy to their fellow users, and their perfectly safe posts were getting marked sensitive unintentionally. That should never have happened. We’re sorry.

It’s a sad world out there at 8.31;   we’ve got to take it back – and I think we can, with Trump’s help – and God’s.  

 Before 11.21 we have done some edge cutting, and a bit of that stair weeding, till the sun got too much; the edging involved very wet soil, but not bad.  At least the pipes are cleaned, for a change.  The day is cool and beautiful.  

 Trying to pick up the tale at 10.03 R, I recall a walk, maybe to the second summit, and then a goodish corner smoke interrupted by the grocery shoppers arriving home, and carrying their stuff in.  The much bigger interruption was for repeatedly calling the Arlington lawn mower shop, and hitting their tape, beginning with 2.30 announced shop opening time.  

 Forgotten before 11.34 R was the rather big deal of, on the walk, finally resuming the habit of the promenading pipe – smoking the briar quite successfully as I went, refilling it, and it bearing up quite well under the strain.  

 The morning saw much ca. bustle of lawnmower ca. prep and decision, and the later afternoon with the trip taking the sick puppy in.  I was surprised that the gas was so bad, apparently leading to water in the carburetor and here and there, before 10.41 R.  We waited for the work, with some difficulty.  The later afternoon saw what?  

 At / 5 02 \ and before 10.43 R, played, for ca. solace, a sol game with / SAME SOL DECK FOR SURE \ as I am still convinced, but still cannot believe.  

 Doing dishes before / 8 08 \ saw much thinking of the boogie-woogie music of / WILL BRADLEY \ maybe held on a tape, or on an            xxx / LP \ - seek it?  How would I find such a tape?  The hymn / WE GATHER TOGETHER \ also thought of, and found.

 Before 10.48 R, at / 8 51 \ we found the mpe, lost since pipe time and NF in the pipe basket, on the / FLOOR AGAIN \ partly under the desk, just like that earlier, extended panic time.  The evening saw fatigue.     W

     DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD. R

 2017/6/29 A 7.39 R – what a strange night.  It’s the dreams – I said, I’ve been trying to figure out where they came from – maybe from 111 Mass Ave.  Call it Fast Eddie’s Place?  It is a strange place indeed, with all those antiques and strange things crammed in. And strange people in a way – so very ca. nice.  Go back annually, for a tune-up, and more?  

 Some before 8.09, while washing, it seemed to me that this strangeness/weirdness maybe comes from the end/outrun of a mood cycle – elated yesterday morning, tired/isolated/shut off - last night, to the point of depression.

 Slip of 5/22 for 6/29 R – at 8.12, get to draining.

V a. 1.52 – pee 2, c later; pills                      BELLS X

 V b. 4.26 – good! Pee 3.  Dreams, OK, many, vague, lost.

 V c. 5.58 – pee 4 – strange, ~weird dreams of bad ~reading lists & no one knows who we are or where going.  C later. Strange food.  Earlier – locating a tree house.  Very tall power pylons.)   --   That is, before 8.17, that should have been who THEY are.  The food was sort of like pound cake – to make ca. us grow fast?  I still can’t make anything of that reading list thing – it was instructions for what we were to do, not so much what to read?

 V d. 7.03 – up – pee? V no?  Liz up earlier, not sleeping well.  Earlier dream of 2 men walking, & deliberating – tree house location?  My fate?  Audio not even close.  

 V e. 7.07? Dreams not very vivid)   --   From front of 5/22 slip   XYGY

 V f. R 7.14 – poop, hard – finally something normal?   --   This note is overflow, onto the front of the June 1 slip – see both if you can.  

  Slip of 6/1 for 6/27 T, drain out of order, at 8.26

V a. 12.47 – pee? V – 1 – Prep, pills, swish @ 11.  EOM – from   BELLS X WHERE?   --   That is, before 11.07, the reality of EOM upon us seemed to come out of nowhere.

 V b. 2.54 – pee 2

 V c. 5.14 – pee 3; Good sunrise

 V d. 7.01 – up, pee 4

 V e. 7.29 – poop

 V f. W 1.29 – pee 1; ~OK

 V g. 3.34 – pee 2

 V h. 5.14 – pee 3, NSH

 V i. 7.47 – 2 up; pee?  Lotsa audio done   --   That 7.47 should have been written as 6.47, right?  - 11.11

 V j. 7.08 – poop; hard

 V k. 9.22 – poop #2, a manic thing to do.  Some rushed, not hard.

 V l. R 12.07 – pee 1; prep – only   --   With pills & swish pushed back

 We drag ourselves back to what we hope at 9.58 is productive work, possibly being too tired from hill and edging work to recover readily – before lunch – that pipe fairy can surely dispel any malaise like THIS.

 Indeed, at 11.12, with Landing done, we are pretty draggy.  What needs to be done?  Not pipes – check x-s.  11.14 – do Fast Eddie’s check.  At 11.37 we have not been able to find an envelope or stamp, but HAVE helped with more A/C games, that are somewhat like reindeer games.  

 Before 4.51, we walked again smoking the good briar to the mailbox, then to the Leader Bank for back-fill cash, and then had another good corner smoke, soon running thru some more Rabbit stuff, but puzzling me, as to why he seems to be deserting his family, driving south.  

 Some more edging stuff has left me some tired at 4.53; was I restored after Pipe Time? Maybe.  We recover okay this evening, even taking a short-ish Timer nap?

 A 25’ such nap has left me a little groggy, but I am hoping to pull out of it – maybe with sol’s help. At 7.39, try dishes, with Rabbit.  At 8.19 we have to report very limited success.  We can get pipes cleaned before we crump?

 Done before 9.08, but crumping is close.  No x-ie’s found to do; too tired to call Cy, or ream pipes.  We cash it in at 9.19, and look for TV.   R

     Ddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddddd. F

 2017/6/30 A 8.30 F – poor Journal, still getting hind tit, coming back only after I clean up everything else, win two games of sol, and finally look around – oh, what can I do – Journal!  

 Is the night worth commenting on, at 8.31?  no, not really; the Slips will cover it well enuf, when filled, and drained.  The weather threatens showers ca. 11; I can start carrying rocks up the hill, clearing up at least some, and pulling some more of those stair weeds.  

 Maybe such will be with Rabbit; I do keep thinking of it, for the fairly gripping story, and not at all for the Harvard summa’s occasional flights into soaring adjectives, and language seemingly celebrated as very ca. eloquent by sager heads than mine. It IS pornographic in places, or at least very explicit.  8.35

 We return at 9.48 more tired than we anticipated before we stood up; we were in a little bit of rain-shower trouble, or might have gone on longer.  We could return, but, after a bunch of time and labor spent in ca. household support, we certainly should do a stint here, not just with sol, but trying to advance something; maybe the x-s can be advanced a bit. Geez, tomorrow is the first, and tonight is closing time; we are pretty well ready?  

 At 10.03, with some improvement, we are about as ready as we can get in present time.  

 The foray made earlier, and before 10.38, into Tumblr ca. account xxxx security, or management, ended today with a change made that should send me an e/m when someone (or I?) log onto that account – the MOM one, I think, not the Follower. Also at logoff time?

 With the decks cleaned of more and more found things, like putting away the hymnal, is it appropriate to ask about Booking up the recent run of lunch memos?  The account would seem to be dead for at least a month, after 11.02.  I was tempted earlier in my searching to go back out to cut edges, but now I think wisely drew back, with my upper body now feeling more tired.  I could have quite wiped myself out.  11.04

 Before 8.23, at / 3 30 \ the / SHOPPING BEAUTY \ was back, and my interrupted smoke time was over, and I felt only / PARTIALLY RESTORED \ a big impediment it being / TOO HOT \ and / HUMID \ and at / 3.34 \ thought to / Ca. rush out to the weeds, with Rabbit ca. hanging on the edge? \   He was out to dinner in a dicey situation.  At / 3 37 \ the story is told in / Not first person \ if that is the form Tom said it had.  At / 4 37 \ the / Lower stairs done \ were, it then seeming / Not too hot \ altho earlier we had / Ca. 87 max, ca. 40% - humid \ yes, humid indeed.  / Timer nap will be sufficient? \ Yes, before 8.28 35 + 5 seemed to be sufficient - and I guess is.  Smoke time, tho interrupted, was okay – no, say good.  At 8.30, we are about ready to close up.    F

 2017/7/1 A 7.40 S – back, to the Journal version.