another local temptation

The local bead shop (Yum Yum Beads) has opened an upper floor, where they have semiprecious beads and chips. I went in there this afternoon and spent too much did my best to encourage this expansion and stimulate the economy. (Even if the moonstones were cultured and the amazonite was dyed.)

Diablo 3 continues to be great fun. I'm currently playing a wizard in Act 2, and running around in the desert. The Templar is still definitely the best body-shield for a caster like myself -- the other two henchmen (the Scoundrel and the Enchantress) are both stand-back-and-shoot/blast types as well, and don't do as good a job at distracting oncoming enemies.

The weather continues cool and grey, though not actually raining at the moment. (Though I doubt this will last.)

(Okay, I just heard rain hitting the window, so cancel that not actually raining at the moment note.)

I wonder if any fic-writing fans of the recent Avengers movie have thought of crossing it over with Diana Wynne Jones' Eight Days of Luke? Probably it would be difficult.

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Those that think it permissible to tell white lies soon go color blind.

-- Austin O'Malley

the rain it currently raineth every day

I suppose that logically it does make it a very British Diamond Jubilee to have had it raining throughout.

(No, I should really not find it that amusing.)

I did see bits on the television - that is, bits of the big procession down the river thing - but was mostly running the sewing machine at the time, so I just heard the commentator spouting off during the moments when I was handling the fabric out of the machine. I am glad that it went well and that people enjoyed it. I just don't really plan to do anything specific to celebrate it.

Well, unless they start selling post-Jubilee chocolates or strawberries at a reduced price over the next couple of days. You never know.

(It possibly also doesn't help that I'm just reading the new book from Mira Grant, Blackout, and imagining spontaneous zombie breakouts among the crowds and on the boats in the procession down the river. It would be messy.)

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“I don’t know why dogs always go for postmen, I’m sure,” continued our guide.

“It’s a matter of reasoning,” said Poirot. “The dog, he argues from reason. He is intelligent; he makes his deductions according to his point of view. There are people who may enter a house and there are people who may not — that a dog soon learns. Eh bien, who is the person who most persistently tries to gain admission, rattling on the door twice or three times a day — and who is never by any chance admitted? The postman. Clearly, then, an undesirable guest from the point of view of the master of the house. He is always sent about his business, but he persistently returns and tries again. Then a dog’s duty is clear, to aid in driving this undesirable man away, and to bite him if possible. A most reasonable proceeding.”

-- Dumb Witness, Agatha Christie