Stuff

Last night I sorted all my assorted old coffee jars of nuts, plugs, bolts, washers, nails, hooks and 'stuff' into one magnificent, organised container. It was deeply satisfying.

Look out shed: you're next.

Thanks to maharetr who indulged me and then provided a delicious marinade proving that cooking can happen and should happen more often.

Dismal Science...

Finally! One of my economists has yielded something interesting.

Black and silver brocade lace?

maharetr?

Dead Witch Walking by Kim Harrison

I have a horrified desire to read any sequels, I want to know more about Table 6.1 in the How To Keep Your Vampire Lover Keen book.

Some sort of ritual?

Heading home over the Narrows bridge late Wednesday night I had the pleasure of seeing two men strip naked and climb up onto the wall, presumably for the purpose of jumping off.

Drunk?
Enacting some sort of ritual?
Just being manly?