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So, just out of curiosity...

[Poll #1331652]

Feel free to elaborate in comments, natch.

EDIT: If I did it right, it should be posting to a "twitter" filter - tell me if you want on it.

You know how I have that link over there on the right for my stagnant school webpage? Well, I thought of a way to update it. I want to back up some of my Livejournal posts there.

Now, I'm not going to back up the lot of them – there are just too many. But I want to back up some of the good ones – and maybe some of the ones that attract a lot of comments as well.

Any opinions? Ones I should skip? Ones I should go hunt down? Or should I just copy all the substantive ones or all the ones with comments?

Also, do I back up the comments, or just the posts? Usericons? Formatting? How do I play this?

Busy day.

First thing, Mom and I went out to drop nanakikun off at his job and pick up a slate countertop from the school surplus store. (We suspect it was formerly the top of a lab bench – slate is fairly intert and strong, being made chiefly of quartz (SiO₂) and muscovite, and is therefore suitable for the task. Also, it has stains on it.) While we were there, we got nanakikun a toolbox, ^z a wristrest (those dinguses for prevention of carpal tunnel) with a baseball player on it, and Mom a comfy office chair. We considered stopping by the CD/Game Exchange after, but we were pressed for time.

After our return, we mostly spent our time in my sister's room, clearing it out for the insertion of a folding futon bed tomorrow. We broke for lunch and for my sweeping the downstairs (and down the stairs), and Mom left for a period of time to teach one of her Appalachian dulcimer students, but we got a good deal done.


Also, this late-late afternoon (near 7) a deer walked up to our neighbors' yard to eat their plants:

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Usually the deer wait until dark to loot the flowerbeds, but Mom pointed out that this one was a yearling (probably just kicked out by the mother), and therefore stupid inexperienced.

So, diary! Today I organized my clothes.

Right, so that's the "Tell them what you're about to tell them" part out of the way. Now I can go ahead and tell you.

Anyway, sometime today (probably shortly before noon – I get off to a slow start when I turn off my 7 A.M. alarm watch), my mother, who is currently engaged in a massive house-renovation project (which, like all house-renovation projects in the history of mankind, is getting continuously less massive), asked me to put away my clothes. Specifically, she asked me to take my clothes off my bed, box the winter stuff, and put the rest in my drawers. My clothes-organization system heretofore had been, in essence, "stack the clothes in the trash bags from the laundromat on the bed, and shift them to clear a two-foot wide space on the edge for me to sleep in". Thus the "take the clothes off the bed" part.

In any case, I went ahead and began to do that.

That is, I began to put clothes in dresser drawers and boxes, not on my bed with a two foot wide gap for sleeping. Yeah.

(chanlemur's "Starbuck Avenger" seems to be infecting my grammar – I almost changed "began to do that" to "begun to do that". Um.)

So, the actual clearing of the clothes. It turned out not so bad – there actually was a fair fraction of my clothes already off my bed; in bags near my dresser, even. I started with rearranging the then-contents of my dresser, though.

How I ended up with two 12-inch by 24-inch by 10-inch boxes entirely full of sweaters and sweatshirts is beyond my comprehension. There's only two items in there I give two figs about, both sweaters, and I don't remember ever buying a sweatshirt.

In any case, I ended up with the above sweatwear (is that a word? That's not a word. What is that?), one box of miscellaneous damaged goods (some of which should become scraps, some of which I still like), and a box of long pants. Having cleared all that out, I packing the rest of the clothes in was relatively easy.

And so, one task complete. And my bed is still covered with stuff except for a two foot wide gap for sleeping in, but it's not clothes anymore.

Packbat ... out!