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There's days when you don't want random people to come to the door, you just want to be pretty much alone (or, possibly, alone with someone, frequently in a 'rawr!' sense).
For me, today was pretty much the opposite of that.
It started with me waking up, and finally staggering out of bed at about 10-ish, before shambling over toward Interwebs. Then disconnecting and reconnecting the Interwebs because the connection sucked.
Then the Interwebs disconnecting themselves, and needing to be reconnected.
Time plodded its way along, much as it does, and then - once I'd caught back up with the Internet - I decided to go and have a shower.
Yey.
Then, I decided it was time to do something fun. That something fun was to make a second test batch of prop blood, with recipe tweaks from the last time I tried. And... the tweaked recipe worked reasonably well. The colour is almost right, and its consistency is reasonably good; it's about what you'd expect from congealing blood, and it's easier to thin it as needed than it is to try to thicken it if it's too runny.
It was about then that I decided to test it a little further. This time, I didn't bother with using the bathtub and shower screen; I took my little batch of 'blood', and used some of it to see how it did at fake wounds, and then how it did at the soaked-in-blood look.
So there I was, in my underwear, fake blood all over me. I'd settled for giving myself a few minor scrapes, a bleeding nose, a moderately serious head wound (with my hair helpfully tied back to protect it), and then liberally applying it as though I'd decided to perform some kind of messy emergency surgery in my bedroom. And then, then I decided it was breakfast time. I left the blood on, just to see what'd happen to it if it was left on someone for a little while, and plodded into the kitchen.
Then, on a whim, I went and retrieved the jar o' blood from the bathroom, and took it back with me. Tocarefully examine in order to decide on further changes to the formula play with, of course.
As you'd expect, I then poured cereal into a bowl, added milk, and then decided there was no sense to using a second spoon when the one I'd mixed the fake blood with had only had glucose syrup and food dye on it, and would thus need washing anyway.
It was at about this moment - not very dressed, covered in blood, eating chocolate cereal with a bloody spoon and playing with my jar o' blood - that I decided it'd be perfect if the god-botherers or a neighbour who'd lost something over the fence or some unfortunate pay TV salespleb or even an anachronistic encyclopaedia salesman decided to come by.
And there was - of course - silence. So, I went and showered. Happily, the dye mostly came right back off; some parts of me are slightly more colourful than others, but that's about it.
And then, with me clean, dressed, and minimally red, with my cereal finished, washing up done, and half-jar of blood put away, a telemarketer called. Grrr.
In other news, apparently 2000 teddy bears burned down overnight. Oh, and a warehouse, and some trucks, and some other stuff. The very thought of 2000 teddy bears being turned into dust inside about 2 hours is kind of saddening.
Aaaand... I left the iron plugged in. Yay safety cutoff. *unplugs*
For me, today was pretty much the opposite of that.
It started with me waking up, and finally staggering out of bed at about 10-ish, before shambling over toward Interwebs. Then disconnecting and reconnecting the Interwebs because the connection sucked.
Then the Interwebs disconnecting themselves, and needing to be reconnected.
Time plodded its way along, much as it does, and then - once I'd caught back up with the Internet - I decided to go and have a shower.
Yey.
Then, I decided it was time to do something fun. That something fun was to make a second test batch of prop blood, with recipe tweaks from the last time I tried. And... the tweaked recipe worked reasonably well. The colour is almost right, and its consistency is reasonably good; it's about what you'd expect from congealing blood, and it's easier to thin it as needed than it is to try to thicken it if it's too runny.
It was about then that I decided to test it a little further. This time, I didn't bother with using the bathtub and shower screen; I took my little batch of 'blood', and used some of it to see how it did at fake wounds, and then how it did at the soaked-in-blood look.
So there I was, in my underwear, fake blood all over me. I'd settled for giving myself a few minor scrapes, a bleeding nose, a moderately serious head wound (with my hair helpfully tied back to protect it), and then liberally applying it as though I'd decided to perform some kind of messy emergency surgery in my bedroom. And then, then I decided it was breakfast time. I left the blood on, just to see what'd happen to it if it was left on someone for a little while, and plodded into the kitchen.
Then, on a whim, I went and retrieved the jar o' blood from the bathroom, and took it back with me. To
As you'd expect, I then poured cereal into a bowl, added milk, and then decided there was no sense to using a second spoon when the one I'd mixed the fake blood with had only had glucose syrup and food dye on it, and would thus need washing anyway.
It was at about this moment - not very dressed, covered in blood, eating chocolate cereal with a bloody spoon and playing with my jar o' blood - that I decided it'd be perfect if the god-botherers or a neighbour who'd lost something over the fence or some unfortunate pay TV salespleb or even an anachronistic encyclopaedia salesman decided to come by.
And there was - of course - silence. So, I went and showered. Happily, the dye mostly came right back off; some parts of me are slightly more colourful than others, but that's about it.
And then, with me clean, dressed, and minimally red, with my cereal finished, washing up done, and half-jar of blood put away, a telemarketer called. Grrr.
In other news, apparently 2000 teddy bears burned down overnight. Oh, and a warehouse, and some trucks, and some other stuff. The very thought of 2000 teddy bears being turned into dust inside about 2 hours is kind of saddening.
Aaaand... I left the iron plugged in. Yay safety cutoff. *unplugs*
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Date: 2007-01-18 06:40 am (UTC)Of course, if there had ACTUALLY been real blood and a body involved the place would have been crawling with nosey neighbours, girl scouts selling cookies etc.
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Date: 2007-01-18 12:13 pm (UTC)"If you're thinking about asking me about cookies again today, I suggest you start digging."
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Date: 2007-01-18 08:43 am (UTC)Wow, I would love to be the Mormon that comes across that.
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Date: 2007-01-18 10:01 am (UTC)It would've been fun. Why do they never turn up when there's fun to be had?
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Date: 2007-01-18 10:13 am (UTC)In other news: eeeeee! Rain!
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Date: 2007-01-18 12:06 pm (UTC)As for the 2000 teddy bears, didn't you know? Today's the day the teddy bears have their barbecue.
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Date: 2007-01-19 01:37 pm (UTC)Also, it just occured to me that I honestly have no idea whether you're a boy or a girl, which, while not nessecarily a bad thing, is a slightly confusing thing. Even if you are a random stranger I met of the interwobblag.
~Sor
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Date: 2007-01-19 01:48 pm (UTC)I can see how it'd make the mental images tricky. So: I'm a random Interwebbernets stranger with girl parts. And I thought my userinfo said something about-
hey, there's a glaring grammatical mistake right at the start my userinfo. Well, that's embarrassing. *fixes*
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Date: 2007-01-21 10:30 pm (UTC)~Sor