happy-making things

• Mom approves of Madonna of the Tacos.
• A lesson on eye makeup from cupcake_goth, with results that looked fabulous. I think that's my third from her alone. I'll get this down someday.
• Getting hit on by a girl while en femme. OK, she was pretty drunk, but that's evidence there's hope for me yet.
• On a related note, Drunk Girl was one of four people who commented on the white skirt with the black roses that I got from icprncs. I need to find out where she got that.
• I've at last tried poutine, specifically at the Night Kitchen. Fries, gravy, melted local cheese, rosemary. Who knew that in Quebec it's customary to eat crack?

I can has place!

I've just put down a deposit and picked up a key for a room in a house. This is the one really close to work that I mentioned earlier. It has a desk, a space heater, and the all-important full-length mirror, but I'm swapping out the twin bed for a queen. I need to make a list of what all I need and indeed can fit, and what I already have.

There seems to be a whole lot of utensils, spices, small electrics, etc. I'm going to have to find out who owns what and what goes where.

It seems to have enough closet space for me. We'll see. Gosh, I hope that rack is sturdy enough to hold my costumes.

No car of my own until January, but I can get to the Abbey by bus or bike in 15 minutes and take the car if I need it for a translacunian trip.

Dude. I can commute on foot in a reasonable time. On a bike? Five minutes or less.

Address available upon request, natch.

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Got a call from the dev lead of another team while I was out grocery shopping. He's in a jam, natch, or he wouldn't be calling me on a weekend. I want to help him out, but my office is in the middle of being moved. It's not ready as of an hour ago, and I couldn't connect to my machines as of ten minutes ago, and I've got nowhere else to connect to. Splendid timing.