Absences

I will be away or scarce next week, from Monday to Friday. Work training course. Residential. In London. *blinks*

I get put up in the Hilton... I'm not complaining.

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Room features include full air conditioning, telephone, minibar, TV, writing desk, hairdryer, trouser press, pay video channels, tea and coffee making facilities, PlayStation® with games and there is also Internet access from each room.

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(Emphasis mine. Shocked squeak also mine.)

Net access, eh? I think I'll bring the cute wheezing laptop. He's an old man now...

Hilton. Hilt. On.

Hm.

Oh, nevermind. Ehehe!

Oh me god. You get to go on a luxurious trip and still be in touch with us. Loik, arrr froight!

This broadcast has nothing to do with Freud. You better believe it.

Hilton. Gordon Bennett.

*shrieks happily* Playstation! OMG. Is it a PS2? Those rock. PS1s are still nifty, I guess, but oh man, PS2. My housemate just got one and he lets me play at odd hours. I am addicted.

Hilton. Whoa. Sweet.

I assumed it'd be just a PSX, not a PS2.
My bandmate has a PS2. He just got Baldur's Gate: Dark Alliance 2. There has been much up-'til-07:30 playage. Call me Ysuran, moon elf necromancer with the +5 studded leather bondage boots, oh yes.

(Incidentally, with so many users saying PSX to mean the original Playstation [as opposed to the PS2 and the reissued PSOne], guess what Sony're calling their new console...? PSX. Dumb furless plops.)

And they fibbed. It's not the Metropole but the Hilton Olympia, on whose page I see no mention of Playstations. Eh, never mind. *g*

I know. Grr. What's wrong with PS3? Sony twits. Oh well, at least you to bask in some PS2ness.

*Basks*

*Shrikes, Cerberuses and Firedamps too*

OK, mahdeers. This is au revoir until Friday, unless I can get online from work's hotel. (Realistically, well, just try and stop me. But just in case I really can't...)

I've started a Co-op Shorts topic, and we have an inn. Amuse yourselves nicely in my absence - and ask Ree or the other admins if you're having trouble with any of the boards.

Ack! Me? Why? Ack! Huh? *twitters around like a perfect dolt*

I need real Dew. *pines*

I'll be unavailable for a few days. I have to go out of town for a funeral. The kidlet is staying here with her dad, which should be interesting. Too bad my coveted "me time" has to also include a 'dead relative' scenerio.

Unless my sister brings her laptop, I'll be offline until Monday.

Hugs, Rina

Uh-oh. We'll fall apart without a responsible adult to keep us in line!

Of course now my mind is running on Ze Contessa and wondering what constitutes "responsible" adulthood.

I'm baaaack.

But hardly responsible. Or adult. *g*

*pines for Rina; hides from Countessa*

I shall go poofies for a couple of days due to social engagements.

(AKA: I'M GONNA GET PLASTERED WITH A MATE AT A CLUB XD)

Go alcohol! Woot!

My father is in the hospital.
We're leaving just as soon as we can get things squared away at the office. Sooner, even.

Travel safe. Hope your dad's ok.

Ditto. *hugs* Good that it's apparently not the pancreas, though.

Ouch. I'm pulling for ya.

Small update:
The Spousal Type Unit thinks I'm either a)hysterical or b)over-reacting or c)all of the above, so he has refused to take off work tonight so we can leave tomorrow morning as planned. *sputters incoherently and counts to 10,000*

A bit of good news, the culprit appears to be scar tissue from a bleeding peptic ulcer. And yes, I said the words "good" and "bleeding ulcer" in the same sentence. When one of the things on the differential list was pancreatic adenocarcinoma (mean survival time with or without treatment = less than 12 weeks) a bleeding ulcer is indeed good news. Hopefully the ulcer isn't a red herring. Stephanie made him cookies to cheer him up. *snickers* I'm sure he'll have a fine time watching her eat them, since his meals will be delivered via an NG tube for a few more days ....

I hope it is something none-too-terrible, Rinakins. Huggles to you, Steph and everyone else who needs one.