Time Flies When You're Having (a) Fun (b) Conniptions

A large moth has entered the house. Attracted by the lights of my desk lamp and my monitor, it has spent much of the night fluttering about my face. I'm probably covered with moth-dust now. I don't like to swat at it, as (as I said) it is a LARGE moth, and could make quite a mess if I actually smacked it. It's a pretty moth, in any case, so I don't really want it dead. I tried turning off the lights and then luring it away to another room with a flashlight beam, but it was stubborn and refused to follow.

I think it is waiting for me to turn my back, and then it will use my computer to surf moth-porn sites. A couple of times it has decided to land on the corner of the monitor and rest for moment or two. Just sitting there, I must admit, it makes a rather attractive decoration. If it would only stay put, I'd probably grow as fond of it as I did of my late and not-at-all-bothersome spider. But it insists on fluttering about, and it's driving me to distraction. I miss my spider.

Other than this, the night has been placid. Without the moon to blanch the sky, the Milky Way was quite impressive. Mars is now fairly bright, and reaches its zenith just before morning light begins creeping up. The summer night sky is an enjoyable sight, and all the more pleasant when, as tonight, the air is cool. Also, the entire time I was watching it, I was not molested by a single moth.

Oh, sunlight. Time to not be doing this.

Lately

It occurs to me that I haven't downloaded the journal for about three months now. If Seattle were to be buried in lava or engulfed in a tidal wave tonight, destroying the LJ servers, those months would be lost forever. Seattle would be gone, too, of course, which would be too bad, but heck... my journal! I need to get around to fetching it.

My moth is back. I don't know where it hid itself all day, or why it waited until eleven o'clock to emerge, but it has just appeared, spiraling into the lamp repeatedly until it finally decided that it had had enough and just parked itself on the grill cloth of my tiny speaker. It looks nice there. The moth itself is mostly shades of brown, running from almost gray to almost black, so the black background suits it. My moth must be style-conscious.

Its forelegs are interesting. Soft scales extend part way down from the body, making it look as though it had its sleeves rolled up. That's kind of butch. Either its a tough moth, or it wants me to think that its a tough moth. The antennae are very long, and arch out in shallow curves, like a pair of eyelashes. That's not very butch at all. This moth clearly has identity issues.

The weather was a rerun. We get a lot of those this time of year. I putzed around all evening and got next to nothing done. Now it's time to make peanut butter on toast and watch a movie, I think. The Internet will probably still be here when I get back. If not, well... it's been fun.