We're live!

Juice came back up in Casa Mohareb about 20 minutes ago.

It may have been up earlier, mind, but the clock was flashing 12:20.

It was a nice night. We BBQ'd some burgers n' dogs n' souvlaki on toasted bread from our local Ukranian bakery. Those Slavs sure know how to bake!

Uhhhh. The Ukraine is a Slavic country, yes?

Power went out at 4ish, we stopped taking calls about 15 minutes later. Everyone was naturally curious, so we just sort of sat around growing irritated. Oddly enough, the only radio coming in wasMojo Radio, where Prince Valiant designer Greg Stafford provided us with the info.

Okay, then, we learned, no Juice from Thunder Bay to Hackensack, to Cleveland in the west, but it ain't the big T (okay, not The Big Evil T, because the true Big T is a source of Joy and Love and Feline Snarkiness).

So we sat in the parking lot for about an hour, and went home. Picked up a pack o' weiners from the local Hasty Market (wish we lived in the states and could merely loot them instead of having to stay in line. Sigh).

Go out for walk, enjoy the night sky. Chat with neighbours. Discover local park not actually haven for dope fiends.

Someone was playing a saxophone atop the local hill. Quite surreal. Quite good, too.

Came home, went to sleep. Read a little Forbidden Kingdoms. Like how skills can actually affect combat abilities. Dislike how they seem to have omitted the info on how to run a Clergyman.

Instructions were to call work for info; work # not working. Suspect this is no work day.

Everyone else survive "Blackout 03"?
Things to buy for emergency: Flashlight

(no subject)

Upstairs, mindrobber and Snra. Bitter are watching Farscape, while I attempt to move my liquefied GI system.

We had BBQ again tonight. They had steak, well done (shudder) while I had Turkey Drumsticks prepared Jerk style.

Turkey, unfortunately, is not good for jerking. It absorbs too much of the flavour of whatever marinated or preparatory service you use. So right now, my internal organs are shifting and merging in a vain attempt to get it out of my system. I"ve gone to the loo 3 times in the past hour. Feh. I wish I could just die. I don't know if it's just too much Jerk or just food poisoning, but either way I'm gonna need a new spleen come the morning.

Oh, sweating a lot. And the back of my hand is burning. Are these symptoms of anything, other than being a mildly clumsy fat guy who bbq'd dinner in too much Jerk sauce?