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I'm the oddest mix of sleep-deprived exhaustion and raging, wall-climbing horniness this morning.

Also, I am feeling a strong urge to go clothes shopping.

I'm sure there's a link here. I'm just not sure I want to figure it out.

And now, some actual content.

Saturday: Since I wanted to learn a bit more about the practical application of such things, I volunteered to decontaminate 8782's dad's laptop. And boy, was it a fruitful test subject. Viruses, adware, hadn't seen a critical update since Win98 was installed...oy. I cleaned out the malware (with advice and commentary from the redheads), went through Windows Update til my eyeballs bled, and sent it back clean with Firefox and a personal firewall installed as extra bonus. Fear my l33t skillz. Now I know why I feel so dirty whenever I touch a Windows machine. Even poor outdated limping ol' amoeba feels clean and fresh in comparison.

I can't remember the rest of the day, possibly in part because I was making strawberry daiquiris. Apropos of which--hey tactisle, I still have your bartending book. And when they say "add crushed ice", exactly how much do they mean?

Sunday: I ran a Champions tutorial for them as could make it (that being Azrael, The Norseman, Solarus, and The Fury). Went tolerably well, except I got real bitchy at several points, whereat Steve stuffed a handy gardenburger down my throat til I got over it. (It turned out that, by 10pm, I'd still only had some 550 calories all day. No wonder, then. Ooooops.) I don't know what keeps ganging agley, but once again I am trying to run a good old-fashioned four color campaign, and end up instead with a collection of weirdos, crazies, and misanthropes. I'm just chanting to myself the mantra that Team Constellation (the game I ran in college) was an even more out-there collection of screwballs and fucked-ups--some were fuckups too, but that's not what I'm referring to at the moment--, and that turned out pretty okay.

Addendum

How could I have forgotten?

Friday: the redheads and I went to dinner on the way home at the new Japanese place near us. Steve and I had the same excellent experience as we had previously. sweh, of course, had his usual restaurant karma: his food didn't come out until we were mostly done, and the waitress spilled hot tea on his leg.

We have seen the Cosmic "Kick Me" and "Harass Me" signs; this needs a similar descriptor, but I can't think of one offhand, and I'm about to be late for class.

See? We CAN hit people. Or try to.

Today's techniques were all from katamenuchi, which I'd never done before; so there was Fun from doing something completely different, and then extra value-added Fun because of what katamenuchi is: to wit, uke grabs nage's shoulder; nage then strikes at uke's head (look! an actual strike! and not by the guy who's about to get thumped!), and uke raises his other hand to block. Then nage owns uke in whatever way is currently in vogue.

So, we did an ikkyo, a nikkyo, and some kind of kokyu-flavored throw which I don't quite get the knack of--definitely one of those where if you aren't really damn good, then you're never going to throw the other guy without he cooperates--and then freestyle, which I did surprisingly well at considering my unfamiliarity with the attack. Of course, at one point I was attempting shihonage and ended up with sankyo, but what the hell. As long as it works.

Partnered with Elliot today, who I think I've worked with once before. Better than me; very very taciturn, but will offer good advice if you need it. Gavin (one of the uchideshi) came in late and ended up joining us, too; and he is all the helpful--it was with his advice that I was getting anywhere with the kokyu at all.

I have got to be more careful about drinking enough water. I got away with it today, because it's below 80 and not really humid, but.

Instant product review: Coke C2. And stuff.

So, this is Coke's much-hyped "low carb" offering. That is to say, it's a cross between Coke and Diet Coke, sweetened with a mixture of corn syrup, aspartame, and sucralose. (Why two different artificial sweeteners? Beats me. I'm guessing because Atkins hypes Splenda over Nutrasweet.) Regular Coke is 100 cal/8oz; this stuff is 45 for the same amount. It tastes about like you'd expect: not as good as regular Coke, but better than Diet Coke. There's a faint diet[tm] flavor, but nowhere near as strong as in an ordinary diet beverage. Drinkable, but it's not going to revolutionize the world.

Bonus review: Reddish-plum is a seriously shit-arse color for a PT Cruiser. I did like the black one with purple flames sometimes parked on 18th St., I shame to admit.

I really like good NYC pretzels from street vendors. I really don't like the odoriferous miasma that emanates from bad street vendors who burn or otherwise screw up their pretzels, that reaches halfway down the block.

Wow, 4:20 already. Time flies when you're having sexual fantasies.