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The Chair is home, assembled, and very very comfortable. It also smells good. The DM's Corner is very nearly assembled at this stage; I have the bookshelves with the gaming books (quite a lot of them, too), I have the desk and the computer, I have the Chair. I still need to paint or cover the desk (although it's so nearly concealed under Ysgards's vast monitor that just cleaning it would nearly do), and I could do with drawers and a little more in the way of flat surface to put books I'm looking at on. This is a corner to write and plot in; the actual running of games will be done from the laptop, at a point somewhat closer to the players.

I'm not feeling the best today; I wouldn't go so far as to call it sick or even unwell, but my nose is a bit stuffed up, my throat is a little sensitive, and I'm feeling generally under the weather. However, I'm going on the principle of keeping warm, and letting the Immune System of Doom do its thing.

Finally, this came in on a mailing list this morning, and makes very interesting reading: Why Nerds Are Unpopular.

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I like working in Dun Laoghaire. It's small enough to seem, well, local. I can go into the coffee shop three doors up, and they know from the time I come in what I want, and start getting it ready as soon as they see me. They also let me run a tab. Then there's the bagel shop in the shoppign centre, where they know that I like the cheddar-and-bacon bagel, give me free frozen yoghurt (ok, they do that for everyone, but still) and occasionally slip an extra stamp onto the loyalty card. I like it when I know enough people around here that someone who works part time in the coffee shop will stop on the street to talk to me, and ask if I'm finished moving house yet - when I haven't told that person I'm moving.