Ugh... No software glitches, s'il-vous plait

Had a hellish moment with the MxO software: for some wierd reason, I couldn't get the desktop shortcut to connect to the launcher. This after I'd tried tweaking the software after I couldn't get my guns to free-fire. At least someone else had the same gun glitch later in the same night, but I wouldn't wish it on anyone. Anyway... it was like the system just ate the file for the launcher. Scary as hell. This after a hellish day at work. But I managed to pull my wits together enough to run a System Restore. But then I was spooked so bad, I ended up having to tap someone for moral support on X-fire when I tried jacking in again.

Maybe this is the Old Scratch trying to throw me a beating for what I'm planning to do tomorrow:

I'm doing a "Sister Michael". For those of you who haven't heard of her, she's a British nun who unwittingly made international entertainment headlines for quietly sitting and praying the Rosary every day for 12 days outside one of the locations where the Damned Movie was being shot. I'll quietly show up at the movie theatre in Lowell tomorrow, when it opens, sit in a corner and quietly pray all 20 decades of the rosary (the Joyful, Sorrowful and Glorious Mysteries as well as Pope John Paul II's Luminous Mysteries), then quietly leave. There's people organizing big protest rallies in other places, but that's not me.

Oh, and Puck, I've found something that topped both the DaVinci Tarot Deck and the DaVinci organic pasta: One of the tabloid-style women's magazines in the check out had a headline. "The DaVinci Code Diet".

Me: ::Internal, quoting my father:: "'I've seen all things'..."

Flood: ::In my headspace:: "Well, what does it entail? Eating the bloody felching book? That would certainly mess up your insides and make it impossible for you eat anything ever again."

I didn't get a chance to, but I am gonna have to see what it entails....

It is Done

Well, the one-woman silent protest/rosary vigil went without a hitch, aside from the door to the cinema not being unlocked and the manager who opened the door for me asking if I had a pre-ordered ticket. I told him "No, I'm just waiting." and internally added, Waiting for the damn movie to come out on DVD, or for it to turn up at the dollar theater. Waiting for the copy of the Damned Book to show up in the mail. Waiting for the Second Coming, because at this point, only Christ Himself can sort this mess out, and let everyone know that He and Mary Magdalen were just friends.

And let me tell you, I must have merited some grace there, hopefully enough to put some counterweight on the balance: praying 20 decades of the rosary in a cinema lobby on a Friday morning is a hassle. Especially when you have that hearing quirk where you hear too well and you can't filter out background racket easily. But I managed to accomplish what I set out to do, and this without getting tagged for loitering.

Oh, and I used one of those discreet, flat ring-shaped one-decade rosarys, the kind that are really easy to hide in your hand, like the one in my brand-new usericon. I like to think of it as a shuriken in the spiritual warfare going on....

The Damned Book and another MxO player-fic

I had a funny feeling that the copy that I'd ordered would come today, one of those cosmic irony things, I think.

And I finally knocked together some bits I'd jotted down back during the "Outbreak" player event on the MxO, waaaay back in February, into a player-fic... Well, what do you call it when it's a fic based on things your character was up to that either a.) fictionize an actual RP session or b.) fill in the gaps between incidents? Enough quibbling, here it is: "All Neccessary Precautions: An 'Outbreak'-related fiction". WARNING: Very dark. Rating may go up from PG-13 to mild R if I add another couple bits that are lurking in my head.