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Just a minor addition to my earlier post (only available to friends, sorry)...

As I closed out my LJ client, and began my wanderings on the web, the very first thing I encountered was an obituary. :(

Sometime Friday afternoon, August 6^th, one of my favorite singer/performers passed away.

'Super Freak' singer Rick James dies
Link and headline courtesy of CNN

*sigh* Another of the voices that defined my musical tastes, silenced. Sleep well, sir.

SoulKiller's Revenge

SoulKiller knows we're trying to escape.

This morning when Megan went to shower, her warm blend of water went to scalding hot; she leaped out of the shower in time to prevent being scaled. Between my medications and the -truly- screwed up accoustics, I slept through it. When I woke, there was a note for me... and a pile of pieces where Megan had, in her haste to escape being burned, leaped -through- the shower doors. I looked it over, discovered that it was more disassembled than broken, and put it all back together.

I turned to leave the bathroom and tripped over a jug of ammonia cleaner, going head first into the doorframe on the other side of the hall. It wasn't there when I went in; it was in the cabinet under the sink, where it's been for almost two months (it's an oversized 'refill' jug, and hasn't been needed). As I'm laying stunned on the hallway floor, my legs still sprawled into the bathroom, the clock that'd been securely hung on the wall -opposite- from the one I'd hit.... fell on my head.

Great. Once my vision cleared, I wobbled back up to my feet and hung the clock back up. This is a real pain in the ass to do, too; it's mounted on a hook, and you have to get just the exact right angle to get it to engage. I double-checked with a flashlight, noted that it was in fact completely on the hook, tossed the ammonia bottle back into the cabinet and made sure it would stay there, and then wobbled out to my computer.

I've been out here most of the day, watching LimeWire grind away at the stuff I'd found (I discovered after that I could've gotten the files more simply by going to Johnny Crass' Website_. My feet are in kinda rough shape at the moment, so I'm staying of of them when I can. And there I was still, when Megan finally got back from the sewing workshop she had today. As she came in the door, a piece of the trim molding over the door way leaped off the wall and hit her in the head. The door was already -open-, my eyes had focused on her/thedoor ... and -then- it wiggled loose and whacked her. It hit hard enough to stun her, and together we spent twenty minutes gathering up the contents of her sewing bag that'd been strewn across the floor. She trudged back to her room to deposit her gear, and then I heard the bathroom light/fan snap on. A few minutes later, I heard a squawk of protest, and then a thump followed by groan.... on her way out of the bathroom, she'd tripped over the jug of ammonia. Fortunately, she missed the steel doorframe that I'd hit. For those unfamiliar with SoulKiller's layout, it is damned near impossible to get into the bathroom if the doors to the sink cabinet are open... or if something's in the way. Neither Megan nor I am small people, and there's simply no maneuvering room.

*sigh* Maybe I'm just being neurotic. *exhale* Well, I need to go, since company just pulled up out front. Hopefully the house won't try and whack them, too.