Strange meme, bad dream, and the weekend that's been

And first, thanks to november_girl, strange genetic memery.
( My descendants )

I admit to being somewhat baffled, not so much by the numbers (I knew they were going to be beyond me) but by the disturbing stick men representing genetic success stories; closed legs mean failures, splayed legs mean, uh, well, good spreading material I suppose. There are many variations in between. My beneficial genetic quotient seems high, provided it's in a secondary relationship outside of my main one; my main one presumably occurs with the Monster of Glamis or something, for the results seem to be a plethora of little blair witch style mutants who get both feet stuck in the same trouserleg. Oh well.

A good weekend. Today was spent in the post-stag do company of curlwomble, ephraim and of course, the wonderful larians. The company was excellent, and the day was too hot to do much other than gently froth about Maelstrom, Venice, football, and dawn over the sahara, so that's all we did. Doing nothing is what sundays are for.

Yesterday was just as pleasant, though rather more dynamic; larians, bad_moon_rising, squintywitch and I popped down to Abercam in searh of costume material. Once again Wales proved itself to be pretty but publess; searching for a place that did food led us deep into carnie country; you could hear the banjos in every smoke-filled, deep-fat- fryer scented bar, battling against the roar of the sports channels over torn pool tables. We gave up on the taverns of Flintshire and ate when we reached the shop. Abercam proved once again to be the Chapel of the Grail for funky fabrics; Lovely materials for banners, sashes, kimonos, fur capes and, well, just fur, forced themselves upon us. We had no option but to buy.

But all those luscious materials lending themselves to kimonos must have had a strange effect on my psyche (or this stupid strained ligament in my jaw was giving me subconscious gyp) cos my dreams were horrible.

( dream diary )

Paranoia

So a writer chum just phoned up and freaked me out about the dangers of copyright theft, so here I am, locking my last post.

I can't believe I am so easily skittered. On the other hand, he's just being sensible. Oh well.

Meantime, I have discovered sunburn - the very thing I am supposed to be avoiding for the rest of my life - down from neck to chest, covering one arm and one bosom. Freaky.