New Project - Burning Hands


I'm starting a new knitting project. A pair of finger-less mitts. The current pair I have, I'm not in love with.

What don't I like about them? Not enough ribbing, it feels sloppy.

What I want: I want the pattern to be mirrored. The picture showed it in the middle. Not so keen on that.

The yarn color reminds me of dancing flames, short repeats. Or it might be autumn leaves. I'm not seeing much of a pattern yet, and it's only been six rows. Need at least 20 or more before I'll have a good read on it. I'm not sure if it should be a cable, which won't stand out, or it might blur with the lace. I keep having flashes of lace.

Stories

I need to practice telling stories. I'm not very good at it, yet. Yet implies I need to practice. So, stories it is.

List Day

  • Gas is at $2.86 per gallon
  • As much as I like my mitts, there is an enough about them I hate. Good thing I'm a knitter
  • New Guy, you're thanking me for me doing my job?
  • Maybe it's the universe saying he doesn't need to read that email
  • If you haven't gotten an email, then no, it has approved
  • Seriously, you know there is a meeting today. Why are you not here?
  • Have a good night

List Day

  • Gas is at $2.67 per gallon
  • The gym door was open today. To be honest, it's open most days
  • I'm feeling much lighter emotionally
  • Pulled the wrong needle, lost about six stitches
  • Had to stand over Gnome to make it happen
  • Have a good night

I'm amazed

Holy Shit!!

I've had these belly dance DVDs forever. I didn't do them much because I couldn't do some of the later things. (Side plank!!!) Today, after three months of doing yoga I dug it out because I wanted something different.

I did the whole thing with very little effort. All moves I couldn't do before? No problem. (Side plank I'm looking at you.)

Yoga works.

List Day

  • Gas is at $2.71 a gallon
  • I'm really fighting the urge to get a hair cut
  • 423934
  • I decided I was never going to finish the gloves I started for Kommandant, so I just brought him a pair
  • Great, cow-orker is calling in sick tomorrow
  • The gym has more then treadmills: I can still work out
  • Somebody tried to social engineer my bay-mate
  • Not my problem. Not my problem. Not my problem
  • Turns out Excel won't open if a cell is active
  • Have a good night

List Day

  • Gas is at $2.74 per gallon
  • Stop bitching I'm not doing my job right, when it was one of your cow-orkers who messed up
  • Made it through the basic class, barely
  • It's a child free weekend!
  • Have a good night

Rain


It's been a warm couple of weeks. Not as hot as some places, but warm. The kind when you walk outside for a mile, then come in and drink water. Your clothes start sticking to you. That kind of warm. Days I should be going to the gym, instead of walking outside. But I love walking out in the fresh air. Noticing the changes to the neighborhood.

Anyway, it's been warm. Today? Cool and cloudy. I walked around the block and was rained on. Not a drenching rain, but just enough water to know your wet. It was awesome.

20.49 mile


Shh


Don’t tell him, but I think they’re ugly.



Still at the Bar


(This is something that should have been posted ages ago.)


Sipping his drink DB watches Bunny.

"You say that if I sell this, my world crashes down around me. So that is the Con selling the coin. You are also insinuating that keeping the coin will give me some sort of precog abilities. My question is what are you getting out of this? Will I have you around all the time? We have quite a history and perhaps the fact that I put a bullet in your former bodies brain-pan, may have you playing some sort of long con on me. What guaranties do I have that you aren’t playing me for some long con?”

"Maybe that's the problem, there is no con." She looked down. "Maybe I get the satisfaction of doing some good in the world. Take my advice." She shrugged. "Don't take my advice. In the end it's all on you."

"Yea, about the spirit." She flicks you a card. "Good luck with that." She gets up and leaves.

You watch her go and realize she's stopping and talking to Lara Croft.

DB leans against the bar and switches his view of the world. The bar was busy, lots of bleed over of emotions, but from the two women talking he picked up resentment. Not sure which one of them. Both of them are magically active. Great, just his luck. He switched his view back to normal and watched Lara approach in the mirror.

She was wearing a Little Black Dress TM from the Armonty collection. The matching clutch was armored as well. She had well defined muscles that spoke of someone working out often.

Lara sat at the empty spot and ordered a drink. She turned to him and said, “The table will be ready in 15 minutes.”

"Gotta love these fancy restaurants, when they schedule you for a specific time, they are precise." DB answered.

"Precision is good."

He noticed Lara was looking anywhere but at him.

"Look, we may be counterparts but that doesn't mean we can't be civil to each other." DB said.

"I am being civil. We're having drinks, we're making small talk. What more do you want?"

DB suppressed a sigh. She was going to be tough. He quickly did a media search on her and started a datafile. Lara Croft, professional bodyguard. Employed for the past three years by the Countess. Working on her PHD in ancient history. Proficient with the Gladius. Youngest of four children, three older brothers. Mother died when she was six. Confirmed Physical Adept. Joined the military at 17.

“So how is it working for a countess? Being in our line of work it must be nice to have a steady employer.” He asked.

She looks at you with a raised eyebrow. "She's pretty easy. Lots of travel."

"Travel is a nice perk."

"Yes, it's nice. Do you travel often?"

"Not nearly as often as I would like." He paused for a sip. "The biggest issue is that I never get to enjoy the location when I get there. It tends to be get in and then get out quickly, type of trip.”

She laughs. Goes back to searching the mirror and says, "Seen one museum. You've seen them all."

DB watched her for a second and realized she was searching the mirror for signs of danger. He doubted she would find anything.

"Same with Cathedrals. Although there is something to said, about a leisurely stroll through a museum just to take in the sights and expand ones knowledge of the world".

"They tend to blur together after a while. Working currently?" Lara asked.

“Being self-employed means you are almost always working.” He answered easily.

A couple of times, she opens her mouth to say something but stops.

"Although I am off the clock for the next, glances at time 10 minutes.” He said, leaning into her space. She didn’t move.

"What are you offering me for 10 minutes of my time?"

"Just to sit, relax and chat. Some time away from business." He replied.

"Isn't that what we're doing now?"

"Exactly. So when you aren't traveling to exotic locations and acquiring relics for the Contessa what do you like to do?"

"I read books. Old ones." She said, taking another sip. "What do you do for fun?"

"Well, to be honest, it is kind of embarrassing. I like to go out and perform street magic for donations. Don't really need the Yen it brings in but I enjoy doing it.” He said. "I've never really been much of a reader, what have your books taught you?"

"I've learned in the past 300 years, the world has really changed. If you go back even further, 400 years ago. Those people can't even begin to marvel at the world today. Deep down, we're all the same, just trying to get by until tomorrow. So tell me Mr. Benedict, do you believe in time travel?"

"Do I believe in time travel? A month ago, I would have said 'no it is not possible'. Due to some recent events I'm not so sure." He paused. "Have you ever had an experience with Deja Vu and were able to change an outcome?"

She shook her head. “Events? Like what?” Lara tilted her head quizzically.

"Lets just say I've had some pretty serious moments of Deja Vu recently." He replied.

“How many would you say? One? Two?” She asked, turning towards him.

“Two or three.”

“That many?” She looks up and to the left. "Any headaches?"

"None that I've noticed."

"Any dreams that seemed real? But you woke up in bed?"

"Never woke up in bed after a dream like that. Dozed off once though."

"Do you have it with you?" She asked.

Before he can answer, she looks up and to the left. "Your table is ready. They're waiting for you."

DB smiled. "I hope I don't look that stupid.”

She looked him in the eyes. "It means there is hope for you."

She looks at the doorway.

"Perhaps we should schedule another dinner or coffee for just the 2 of us and continue this conversation?"

She keeps her eyes on the doorway, but nods. She flicks you her commlink number.

DB finishes his drink, stands and heads through the door.


Declaration of War


Drift wanted to reach out and throttle Miguel. He was refusing to see the big picture. The woman before them was a threat. No matter where they ran, so far only Aztland was the only country ejecting head cases. Going home to Aztland wasn’t an option, they’re not friendly to either of us. And besides it wasn’t enough, eventually nowhere would be safe. Machines would take over, and the world will burn.

Wind


I'm glad I walked today. The wind was amazing. It was cool enough I didn't overheat. I even got the joy of chasing after my hat.

1000 Words


Down the street on a sunny winter's day.


I made these socks for my dad. They are cursed. I had such bad thoughts knitting them up. I cleansed them and gave them to him anyway. Hope he loves them.


How much do I love my husband? Enough to cut the toe off my favorite pair I've made him.


Rip back several rows of pattern and thin worn yarn.


Hunted thru the left over socks yarns to find the right green.


So I can make that sock, match this sock.


It's a good thing he makes good BBQ.

Hello...


It's January 17th. How did it get to be so late? Considering the last time I posted was in November, time does fly.

So New Year, new me? Not so much. I'm back to the gym and trying to eat less. It's worked in the past, so it stands to reason it should work now. Just gotta remember the whole, eat less part.

Christmas and New Years was good. I think on the whole, everyone got pretty much what they wanted. Not sure on what they needed, but wants was a thing.

I would say: I'll be better about posting, but that's a promise I can't quite bring myself to make. So, I'll be here, just not on a schedule.

Before Dinner Drinks


Not sure what was going on, DB watched bad trideo until it was time to get ready for his dinner meet. The hotel and text was disturbing, but they could wait.

He arrived at Le Pier about 30 minutes early. Sometimes it was good to scope out the location beforehand. The bar was full of waiting people. DB didn’t even bother to try and look at the dining floor, instead he went to the bar. Lucky for him, someone walked away from the counter leaving him a space. Next to a pretty woman. This was his day.

He said down and ordered his vodka drink.

“Would you like to hear a story?” A familiar voice asked.

DB froze. Bunny. But how? She was dead and her spirit was haunting him. “Sure, let’s hear this story.”

“You sell the coin. And two weeks later, your world crashes down around you.” She took a sip of her drink.

The bartender brought his drink over and left.

DB took a large swallow. “How much?”

Bunny blinked and leaned into him. “An obscene amount.”

Usually he’d enjoy a beautiful woman hanging on him, but with her? They had too much bad history for any of that.

“That’s pretty cryptic. Care to share any details?” He asked.

"Care to tell me how I died?" She replied.

DB narrowed his eyes, thinking of the last time he saw her in person, then he shook his head.

“No. That would be giving you something for nothing.”

World crashing? It sounds like she was just trying to stir up trouble. “Yea, I’ll take my chances.”

She laughed. “You don’t believe me. Fine.” She shrugged. “Give me a number.”

“Three.”

She shook her head. “Too easy.”

“17” He swallowed half his drink.

“The man behind you will get a call and have to leave.” She pointed towards a table a couple meters away. “The woman in green will excuse herself and not come back. The man with the red tie will order a martini. A woman in a large fur coat will demand to be seated right away. The couple three tables over, will be engaged.” She leaned in and touched his arm. “He was going to wait until dessert, but he can’t wait to ask her. The bartender will ask if you want a refill.”

Things started happening like she said it would. He plucked the small bug she had planted on him from his sleeve and tucked it in her cleavage.

He let her drone on. There was merits to keeping the coin. Course, the same could be said for selling it. It was done and gone. The bartender brought him another drink.



List Day

  • Gas is at $2.85 per gallon
  • There was no one at the coffee shop, it wasn't open yet
  • I need to rake the back yard. The leaves are piling up
  • Dreamed about snow last night
  • What do you mean, you're going to send me more?
  • The clock on the wall is still an hour ahead. I keep looking at it and thinking, that much closer to going home. Not
  • I've already done that, if you'd checked your email you'd know
  • Dude, I don't know, I don't deal with that
  • Have a good evening

1000 Words


Down the street on a fall day. The calendar says fall. But the weather is leaning towards winter. Its time to bring out the winter coats. Which means I need to get Pink Bird and I new coats. I'll drag Grilltech along to see if he can find a new one he likes more the one he has.

I've been knitting, I swear. It just seems to be dishcloths. A total of five. When?



Newest member of the family. Her name is Zharr. It's Dwarven for fire. When you look up her name on google, you get Chaos Dwarves for 40K. Apparently, Zharr is a follower of Nurgle: the Chaos God of plague, despair, disease and death. (Because when she came to us, she had an eye infection and ear mites.)



Wards


DB woke about his normal time of 1000. Instead of heading out to the plaza to do some busking, he went to BC's place. There was more room for him to work there. He altered his features and drove over.

The workroom was large; he put the coin in the middle of the room. An hour and a half it took him part way to finishing his ward. He was careful to get the sigils just right. At some point, he realized Lilith – his mentor – was leaning against the wall watching him.

“What do you think of Bunny? Can I trust her?” BC asked.

“I wouldn’t.” She seemed bored.

“Do you think the coin and Bunny are evil?” He asked trying to get more insight.

“I don’t think they’re evil, just used for bad intentions.” She didn’t point out he was asking the wrong question. Lilith would leave him to figure that out on his own. Sometimes fate was a harsh teacher.

Once he finished the ward, she looked it over. “I’d add a time element.”

Lilith drew a sigil he’d never seen before. It hung in the air while he copied it.

“Should I just sell this coin?”

Lilith smiled, her delicate fangs showing. “Think of all the things you could do it with. Think of power. Think of the danger.” She never did give him a solid answer.

Another hour and he the wards were completed. The sigils glowed with magic. His magic.

“Are you sure you should be doing this?” Lilith asked. “It’s dangerous, messing with time.” She stopped.

“I need to know.” He said.

“How many times have you done this?”

“Once.” He paused. “I think. I don’t know I’ve been getting some strange things.”

Lilith shook her head, but said nothing.

He stepped over the chalked sigils, careful not to disturb them. His world changed.

He was at the party meeting the Countess again. Time was flowing slowly. He felt a hand on his shoulder and a voice whispering in his ear. “She’s judging you. She doesn’t think much of you. You barely have a high school education. I can make you amazing negotiator. All you have to do is grab the coin.”

BC’s hand started sliding towards the coin, but he didn’t touch it. Shaking his head, he stepped out scuffing the ward.

“How long was I gone?” BC asked.

Lilith shrugged. “Not long at all, less than a minute.”

“How can I thank you for the help?” BC said with a sly smile.

She reached out and ran her hand over his chest. “I’m sure you’ll figure something out.”

An hour later, BC broke the ward down completely. He altered his features, and left to go back to DB’s house. Sometimes it was a pain in the ass to maintain two houses. However, the benefits made it worth it.

DB checked the time. He had about five hours before his dinner. Checking his email, he found an attachment from BC. A floor plan for a hotel. Odd, he didn’t remember sending it.

Two hours later, he got a text from Miz Johnson. “I’ve got the hotel security. I’m ready when you are.”

What was going on?

At the Party


DB took a long hot shower. He shaved and pulled out one of his black silk suit. He spent the rest of his afternoon watching bad trideo.

At 18:55, the limo showed up. The driver, James, got out and opened the door for him. As usual, Mrs. Latham was not there. He rode in silence to her house.

“Darling, you look amazing.” He said kissing her cheek.

“Thank you.” She smiled.

They made small talk on the drive to the Seattle Art Museum. Tonight’s opening show was on ancient Rome. DB smiled. More information for him.

Columns and vines decorated the room. The wait staff was dressed in togas, carrying trays of champagne and finger foods. Crowds of rich people looking at the display before the public even got the chance.

People came and went, chatting with Mrs. Latham about business. DB kept half an ear on the conversation, while letting his mind wander. She excused herself and left him alone.

“Quite the display, isn’t it?” A man in his mid-thirties approached DB.

DB looked around the room. “Yes. Nice to meet you. Dirk Benedict.” He held out his hand, while quickly doing a social media check on the man before him.

“Anthony Keddis.” He shook DB’s hand. “Call me, we should do lunch sometime soon.”

DB smiled. Information started filling his commlink. Anthony Keddis, president of Widgets Inc. More information about Keddis’ company filled his feed. Married. Two kids. Boring wage slave. He nodded. “I’ll do that.” Keddis sent him a digital card and left before Mrs. Latham came back.

Together they walked the display, coins, jewelry, textiles, and scrolls. One of the scrolls caught DB’s attention. Janus.

DB stared at the scroll, wishing desperately he could read it. The HUD said the scroll talked about the day of the life of an acolyte. How long he stood at the scroll, he couldn’t say.

“It’s not the one you want.” A woman’s voice cut into his thoughts.

DB stiffened, it was her the woman from the house. He turned and smiled.

“And where would be the one I wanted?” He asked. Quickly he did a social media check on her.

“Safely tucked away.” She answered.

Information started pouring in. Lara Croft. Aid De Camp to Countess Isabel Santora. “Maybe I can find it.”

“Maybe I should kill you and take the coin from you cold dead body, but the Countess doesn’t like that idea.” She replied.

DB swallowed. “I don’t like that idea either; maybe I should be talking to your boss.”

Lara pursed her lips and nodded. “Come with me.”

She put her arm through his and led him to another room. She spoke in rapid Italian to an older woman. She released his arm and stepped back.

“Hello. I am Countess Isabel Santora.” She looked him up and down. “You’re the one that has been vexing Lara. Keep up the good work.” She took his arm and strolled up the aisle. “We should do dinner. Tomorrow night?”

DB nodded.

They continued up the aisle for several more meters. Lara joined them. Her smile was brittle. “Dinner at Le Pier at 2000.” She sent DB a reminder. “Anything else?”

The Countess shook her head. “Thank you.” She smiled broadly at DB. “Until tomorrow.” She then took her leave.

DB went in search of a drink. The line at the open bar was a bit long. DB found himself next to Joel Winestead. Joel obviously had a few too many drinks. It took a few seconds, but DB recognized him. Misti Davenhert’s consort.

“Quite the night isn’t it?” DB said.

Joel nodded. “I’ll be glad when it’s over, so I can take this monkey suit off.”

“How is Misti doing?” DB changing the subject.

“Pretty good, she has a meeting with NeoNet tomorrow.” Joel hiccupped.

DB smiled. “Hope things go good.” He filed that piece of information. He ordered a Vodka drink for himself and a slow Gin for Mrs. Latham.

He found her chatting with other board members. They stopped once he showed up, which was somewhat annoying, but understandable.

The end of the evening found them both in the limo. DB ran his hand over her knee, pushing a bit of magic into the caress. He was very pleased when she shuddered. They made out like teenagers until her house.

James opened the door, and offered his hand to Mrs. Latham. She got out of the car, but her hand out to stop him from getting out. “James will take you home. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Confused DB stayed in the car.