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blamebrampton ([personal profile] blamebrampton) wrote2008-02-20 01:17 am

More RL

Cat has pneumonia, we think, is up to nearly $1000 in tests so far. Is also making up for years of being extremely low-maintenance with a huge burst of neediness. Subsequently I am behind on everything.

Will finish up both beta projects I have by tomorrow night, then can get back into some solid writing. Then I can start on the thousand-odd comments I am behind on and remember to give some more people some love, such as [profile] no_mad_skillz, who is thoughtful and compassionate, [personal profile] who_la_hoop, who is hilarious and possibly my secret love child, and [profile] spark_of_chaos, who I like for so much more than her F1 obsession -- but I love that, too because we can rave at each other crazily in a few weeks and she will wholly understand the Finn fetish (it's a Baltic thing).

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-02-21 03:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Thoughtful and compassionate are your mad skillz!!

It must be terrible to be that allergic! I sneeze around pigs, but that's easily dealt with. Though my dad did once buy an organic pig farm as a surprise, we never moved in ...

Your healing vibes seem to be helping, she has been much better tonight!
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[personal profile] who_la_hoop 2008-02-21 11:18 pm (UTC)(link)
Excuse me while I reel slightly at the news that you are allergic to pigs... and that your dad bought a pig farm as a surprise...

Was it a special Valentine's present for your mum? :D "I love you - have some pigs!" (How does one discover that they are allergic to pigs? Did you have a pig-related upbringing?). Why are you so endlessly fascinating? Why do I keep asking questions? Must. Go. To. Bed. (Tiiiiiired).

:)

[identity profile] blamebrampton.livejournal.com 2008-02-22 02:32 am (UTC)(link)
My dad was lovely, but a tiny bit vague …

My grandparents own a horse farm, and we would often ride over to visit other farms nearby, which is how we discovered that pigs make me sneeze. It's quite bearable for a visit, and I do love a fat free-range piggy with almost Wodehouse-like glee, but after a while it gets tiring.

Dad decided one day that I was turning into too much of an urban muppet during our London weekdays (most weekends were at the farm or some commune or other) so he popped me in the car one day, took a long drive, opened the door at the world's cutest little farmlet and declared "Ta da! New house!"

I declared it lovely and tried hard to bear it all but after two straight hours of sneezing, he suggested it may not have been his best thought-out plan.

Mum was long off the scene by then, but she thought it was very funny when she heard the story.

AND HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!