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Preliminary flight report: no gremlins.
Victoria smells nice. What little I have seen of it so far reminds me of Waterloo. I forgot my glasses case, my camera's USB cable, my nightgown, and my vitamin supplements. This is all okay.
Was reading (among other things) Lovecraft on the plane. reading Lovecraft on the plane produces strange results. You look out at this plan white landscape with fluffy clouds, and you see terrible puffy fungoid growths stretched across the pale and horrendous plain, reaching farther than the eye of man can tell.
My mother has a cat named Tucker. He has about the bulk of a Toby and a half, which is oddly balanced by the fact that his tail is perhaps half the size of Toby's.
Also, two and a half hours before I was supposed to get on the plane, I found out that the ceiling of my sketchroom had started leaking. This may explain some of the unpacked stuff, as I was busy excavating/evacuating the sketchroom so nothing (else) got ruined and the plumbers would have room to work. Nothing I cared about got wet except for Bloody Boots, and that may be salvageable. Since I left, they have torn a hole in the ceiling, and made sure all the water is now draining into two well-placed buckets. I'd offer pictures, but there's a slight matter of the width of a continent between my camera and my sketchroom right now.
I'm going to tweak the clock on this entry to reflect Ottawa time, what with that whole thing of it being what I'm running on right now.
Victoria smells nice. What little I have seen of it so far reminds me of Waterloo. I forgot my glasses case, my camera's USB cable, my nightgown, and my vitamin supplements. This is all okay.
Was reading (among other things) Lovecraft on the plane. reading Lovecraft on the plane produces strange results. You look out at this plan white landscape with fluffy clouds, and you see terrible puffy fungoid growths stretched across the pale and horrendous plain, reaching farther than the eye of man can tell.
My mother has a cat named Tucker. He has about the bulk of a Toby and a half, which is oddly balanced by the fact that his tail is perhaps half the size of Toby's.
Also, two and a half hours before I was supposed to get on the plane, I found out that the ceiling of my sketchroom had started leaking. This may explain some of the unpacked stuff, as I was busy excavating/evacuating the sketchroom so nothing (else) got ruined and the plumbers would have room to work. Nothing I cared about got wet except for Bloody Boots, and that may be salvageable. Since I left, they have torn a hole in the ceiling, and made sure all the water is now draining into two well-placed buckets. I'd offer pictures, but there's a slight matter of the width of a continent between my camera and my sketchroom right now.
I'm going to tweak the clock on this entry to reflect Ottawa time, what with that whole thing of it being what I'm running on right now.
