I Can't Feel The Pressure And I Like It This Way....

I have developed a nice routine.

Wake up, turn on Watari, set coffee to going, respond to posts while coffee brews, get coffee and a pastry/donut/fiber bar/whatever and have my coffee, breakfast and smoke, then get to cleaning and general house care. Which takes me a large part of the day. Then it's time to fix dinner, then play an hour or two of a video game (with bits of posting between at whatever intervals) then it's a bath and usually a movie following, then bed.

The only difference on Sunday is that I don't bother to get dressed. ;)

Speaking of posting...I know I have some back threads lined up, but I can't remember all of them, I just know they're with people on my Flist. So, uh, what am I backthreading? (That I'm not already posting on, obviously!) Also...gah, Nightshift plans. I fail. I have next to none. Hughes and Naomi have plans, but...that's it. Unless Lust and Luxord are doing something. And I'm hoping to have something done for this NS, but I'm starting to doubt it's going to be done. :/ We'll see.

Also! Cath, Rynn, Emi! RW? I think the Fete is nearly wrapped up....

Oh, and enigmablade? Holy crap were you right about the next page! I'll admit, I did not see that coming, and it's very hard for plots to pull a complete surprise on me like that. I'm still not sure how I feel about it, but hats off to Mr. Butcher for foreshadowing without letting on what's coming.

I Fear We're Losing The War

Alright. That's it.

I have come to the conclusion that there is something supernatural about the ants that plague us.

Why?

Well, two trips by the exterminator in as many weeks, plus our constant spraying of heavy duty poison has done nothing to deter them. On top of that, they have a habit of going for nothing but what we want to use, when we want to use it.

I kid you not.

I had a pie crust (packaged and unopened) that had been sitting on the counter for days, and was returned to the cabinet yesterday. I actually took it out less than an hour ago, because I needed to move it to get to my soup. And as I picked it up, I looked down at it thinking 'I have pie crust and chocolate pudding mix, I can pick up milano cookies, oreos and gummy worms, and make a cemetery pie for Halloween!'. I put it back, made my soup, had my soup. This took all of maybe fifteen or twenty minutes.

Maybe ten minutes later, nijawial commented she was craving something chocolaty. Since I'm going to the grocery store Wednesday, I suggested I make a chocolate cream pie. she grabs the pie crust for me and...

It's suddenly teeming with ants. Covered in the suckers. They'd somehow gotten into the packaging. They were on nothing else. Nothing at all. Just the pie crust.

Cue a Chewbacca-style wail of frustration.

We're at a loss. The exterminator has used the strongest poisons available. And to no avail.

I do not want to go through taking everything out of the cabinet and leaving it out and then putting it all back again. Not after I spent all afternoon yesterday reorganizing the kitchen.

Fic: Sgt Venture's Lonely Hearts Club Band; R

Title: Sgt Venture's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Fandom: Venture Bros
Rating: R for language
Characters: Hank, Dermott
Pairings: N/A, but vague mention of Hank/Dean
Word Count: 1347
Spoilers: For all seasons
Summary: Growing up on the compound with no one but dean to confide in, Hank hadn't realized how much he was missing out on. Now, he was beginning to wonder if ignorance really was bliss after all.

( Sgt Venture's Lonely Hearts Club Band )