dragonlady7

Am cleaning off the back sunporch today. For the last several weeks I've had my computer set up out here on a coffee table, and I've had a little nest in the papasan from whence I could browse the Inter-Nets and play computerey games. But I think that needs to be cleared out in order for the back porch and yard to be ready for company. So.

Was trying to think where better to set up the computer. My bedroom is stuffy and will be being used as a guest room anyway. The living room is short on power plugs and is often the warmest room in the house. Yes, I know, I wish I had a laptop. I should've bought a laptop instead of this iMac, because while it's great and more portable than my last computer was (a full PC tower with a 19" CRT monitor, which I insisted on moving from room to room of the house whenever the mood struck me to change workspaces), a laptop would still make more fucking sense.
But I cannot afford a laptop and am foolishly in love with this computer. One of these days I'll magically get a new laptop. Meanwhile, I'm cooking up nefarious plans for new workspaces.

Ah, the basement-- the basement has newly-installed, up-to-code power outlets. The basement has a table being used for nothing but gathering dust and displaying the plans for a model rocket Dave's sister's ex-fiancee (who?) built the better part of ten years ago. The basement has a dehumidifier, and is a constant seventies-ish temperature.

Yes. I am going to set up a basement lair. This could have one or two possible outcomes.
1) I become a Mole Person, turn pasty-white, and lose most of my eyesight and wind up scampering away from lights while shielding my mutant huge pupils from the glow.
2) I stop being on my computer much at all.

a) Dave joins me in the basement, sets up his own little nest, and becomes another Mole Person.
b) I never see Dave again.

Well... am shutting down the computer now. Let's see what happens!

And oh-- a foosh update-- We don't know what to do with Mai Tai. We suspect she's secretly a dude.