Today-related stuff.

[whatho]

Play three, draft one, in the bag. Fairly pleased there: not quite two months from conception to initial draft. I'm planning on letting it sit for the next three weeks or so before meddling. Planning. Probably I'll tweak it tomorrow, that said. I'm not great at the waiting.

Blister on my little toe from wearing a sandal. Two sandals, to be fair, but only one blister. I feel a blister is something of a failure. I never used to get them, then when I was seventeen I had second degree sunburn on my ears and my body quite profoundly got the knack of them. And now it does them all the time. Boo to that.

Made buttermilk pancakes for brother and myself. Three apiece. Nearly couldn't walk afterwards. What the devil is it about pancakes? They look small and innocuous and then they swell to fill the entire stomach. Cunning beasts.

Can't find the instructions for my battery recharger and don't know how long to give my batteries. I think it's been binned. There was some tidying going on. Like what happened to the collection of Real Ghostbusters comics because my brother read them till they were tatty instead of keeping them pointlessly in polythene pockets like my father did with all his comics. I still miss Spengler's Spirit Guide. That's a significant downside of living in someone else's house. Someone Else is allowed to tidy it in an upsettingly drastic fashion.

Quite tired. It's hot in my room. Wonder if I can get through a night without inadvertently wrapping myself so tightly in the duvet that I poach.

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[peeeeeeet.livejournal.com]

OMG I have a lot of RGB comics at my dad's house. In reasonable nick. I remember there was one that explained Egon's hair (it was either spores, moulds or fungus) and there was one that was a rap. I could maybe dig them out for you next time I am there. Or they might be VALUABLE, idk.

I was just thinking this very moment about my favourite bits of RGB and how I shall soon own it in a BOX. Like the end of Mrs Faversham's Attic when Pete goes back to visit her and says that their fee is ONE SMILE. Or when Ray gets cable and has a million sports channels and all Pete wants is a Spencer Tracey movie. Or like how Winston is such an enthusiastic supporter of his really quite bad baseball team, and the only one who will go with him to a game is Slimer. Or EVERYTHING in Citizen Ghost. Or how they spelt Winston's name wrong in Ghostbuster of the Year. Or "Murray, Aykroyd and Ramis? What's that, a law firm?" / "he doesn't look a thing like me" from the one about the movie. Or... WELL you get the idea.

I must find some way of getting that boxset. I'm prepared to buy real estate in the US just so they have somewhere to ship it if necessary.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Don't send me valuable things, obv., but it's a lovely thought. (Scan the Spirit Guides!)

Oh god, I loved RGB so much. Egon was my second love, between Treguard and Spock. I have a very few episodes squished onto weird gaps in videotapes, including the one where they all fall into cartoon world and Dopey Dog says 'My friends, we have to move the lake', and it's a bit like at the end of the last season of Lost. I don't think that counts as a spoiler because really it's not. And this one where Ray says he has a pea-soup green tuxedo, but I can't remember what else happens in that. Oh.

[peeeeeeet.livejournal.com]

And Egon doesn't want to move the lake because it is not good science but Peter who is plummeting towards the ground yells "DO AS HE SAYS! MOVE THE LAKE!" Maaaaan that was awesome.

Sadly I do not possess a scanner.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was a bit wonderful. And Egon did move the lake and refused to believe it was possible all the time he's doing it and I love him. You can't pick up a lake and move it.

Never mind. It was a nice thought. We used to have some brilliant Spengler's Spirit Guides. There was one about nautical ghosts such as Lenny the Navigator and one about ghostly toys like My Little Wrathosaur and I loved them very much.

[peeeeeeet.livejournal.com]

MAYBE they are reprinted in the Titan collections of the comics?

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I hadn't thought of that. I did look for them online once and they didn't much exist. I liked Winston's Diary as well. There was one where they all frightened themselves with a magazine and had to take refuge in a cupboard.

[peeeeeeet.livejournal.com]

I have had a look and also not turned up much. I have however found some German-dubbed episodes of the cartoon. One is called "Die Auto Gremlins". Obviously it won't be as amazing as that sounds.

[lolabobs.livejournal.com]

My feet are made of blisters. Which might be overstating the case slightly, but I feel that they have dreams, and they dream of blisters. The only 'shoes' (and I use the term advisedly) I can wear without blisters are flip flops (and very occassionally crocs with socks).

Me and my feet do not get on at all.

Also the duvet poaching? I do that. Occasionally I have thoughts of replacing the duvet with a sheet or blanket in the warm nights, but that requires a) planning and b) somewhere to put the duvet when it's not on my bed.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

I'm sorry about your blisters. Mine is receding. I don't get them very often but they're bizarre and vexing when they do appear. Shoes ought to be kinder.

Duvets are so complicated. I can tuck it in firmly at the sides and attempt to sleep resolutely on top of it, but I'll still wake up in a hideous cocoon. Also the cat gets stroppy if he arrives on the bed and finds the duvet missing.

[slemslempike.livejournal.com]

I've never had buttermilk pancakes. How are they different? I have however read a book called I Have a Bed Made of Buttermilk Pancakes.

[whatho.livejournal.com]

Oh! I don't have a bed made of buttermilk pancakes. I imagine it would be initially luxurious and then rapidly sludge. Mostly they light and fluffy sorts of pancakes, and slightly risen because they had baking powder in them. They didn't really taste of much but were quite nice covered in bananas and cream.