nano nano

The Shire political meltdown proceeds apace, with various testosterone-charged hissy fits being had in various corners. Fighters. Can't live with them, can't bludgeon them to death because of all that armour. In other SCA news, an interesting discussion this morning on medieval tent-building resulted in the discovery that medieval people apparently constructed their pavilions using nanobots. (This is first_fallen's theory, anyway. "Well, they would have used them if they had them!"). Personally, after a second visit to the dental hygienist for tooth-polishing, I look forward to the day when teeth are cleaned automatically by frenzied nanobot activity, thus removing the necessity for all this prodding and poking. Memo to self, must re-read Diamond Age.

I have to report the amazing discovery of Bombay Sapphire gin, a bottle of which we took around to the Friendly Psychologist's new house yesterday, in the company of muffins, shortbread, flowers, mad housewarming impulses and jo&stv. Not only does Bombay Sapphire taste wonderful, but it seems subtly more potent. We became nicely giggly, anyway. FP's new house is tres cool, although at least one of the cats has been up the chimney since she moved in, denoting a certain trauma.

I have, with my usual consummate skill, completely avoided marking for the last few days, which means the next few are going to be ugly in the extreme. Wanted: self-discipline. Mine is clearly wandering distant realms like the little, mad, intermittent fluffy thing it is.