Kage Baker. (That’s not a spanner; that’s my classic opening line).
Frost, wind storms, reactions to flu shots. Possible flu anyway. Power fluctuations due to the lines freezing and/or being blown down. Political dingbats yelling loudly in every medium, about everything. Conspiracy theories that are not amusing and are argued everywhere in public.
Weather disasters. Political disasters. Legislative disasters. Social disasters. Cooking disasters (Okay, that one’s personal. But it matters.) Fashion disasters – in that I don’t care what people wore to the Golden Globes, but am faced with interminable slideshows everywhere I look. And mermaid gowns are stupid.
Narcolepsy, ugly socks, brain worms, raccoon raids, drippy sinuses, arthritis in my thumbs.
These are some of the annoyances with which I am failing to deal. An actual blog will resume tomorrow.
Kathleen, Kage and the Company 
True, we need funnier conspiracy theories. I’ll get right on that.
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UGLY SOCKS?! Say it isn’t so.
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Yeah, it’s time for the annual sock purge. In cold weather, one finally gets down to the socks that have been mutating in the back corners of the sock drawer – and you discover that somehow, they have mutated into ugly sockness. It’s a mystery. It’s like how all the villains in X-Men turn unto ugly things like toads and those weird amoebas that used to infest science fiction novel covers …
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Time for a media break, ducks. Go to ground with a cuppa and a copy of The Secret Garden, and let them all shout till they drop. I can’t think that Kim and Co. are all on about the latest conspiracy theories.
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Well, we *would* be on about the conspiracy theories if they were at all amusing – but they’re not. We need some good Hollow Earth proponents, or rumours of mysterious lights on back roads, or another badly translated end-of-the-world theory …
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I’m so glad it’s not just me. In the past two hours all Hell has Broken Loose at work. I had three people at my doorway trying to talk over each other with their emergencies that Only I could fix. It’s taken me until now to get things back to a dull roar. At least at work, there are no cooking disasters. And although my socks are pretty ugly, they go up to my knees and keep part of me warmer than they would be.
I only wish I could follow Kathy’s advice; I certainly second it for you. The Secret Garden a a cuppa sounds really good right now. And a warm blankie thrown over my legs. Please know, dear Kathleen, that we can empathize AND sympathize.
(Can’t wait to read Tim’s funny conspiracy.)
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There are just these times in all our lives when it becomes necessary to cocoon. Hopefully, pupating into something better than what we are is included in the deal, but I would settle just for some Kathleen kbco.wordpress.com
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Ahem. Keeping admirably to our theme of screwups, my last email went off in mid-composition. I’d gotten this far:
*There are just these times in all our lives when it becomes necessary to cocoon. Hopefully, pupating into something better than what we are is included in the deal, but I would settle just for some *
We now join our correspondence, which is already in progress.
… time. Quiet time. Right.
Well, some change in the wind is evidently coming. It got to 60 today, and it’s not supposed to freeze tonight – first time in a week! And a lovey kit for a linen-stitch scarf arrived, which is a new stitch and will be fun. And Athene sent me a pattern for a knitted gargoyle toy, which I am also going to try. No end of fund.
Kathleen kbco.wordpress.com
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Lucky you! I would love to have no end of fund! Oh – wait . . .
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See? See? The Universe conspires against me, in teeny little snide annoying petty ways! The problem with windmills is not that they might be giants, but that they are probably pinwheels stuck in your lawn and your eyesight is just going bad …
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For me, absolutely.
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