YUCK

 My work laptop emits so much heat that using it right now is unbearable.

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I accidentally put on the pair of blue jeans with a hole in... a bad place... before I went to the board meeting today.  Woops.  I wondered why my spare jeans were the wrong color and had the wrong pocket design and didn't need a belt.  I thought I'd thrown these ones away.

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I love Ovaltine.

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As if this Vegas thing wasn't enough, my comrades love me so much they're sending me to a conference in Orlando... the first week of September.  Just my luck, getting sent to places I don't want to visit at the absolute worst time of the year.  Why can't I get sent to New Hampshire or Boston the way my most excellent spouse does?  Because I'm not a software designer.

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I need to come up with material for the radio show tonight.  This is stressing me out.  I have all these ideas right up until the day of the show and then I blank.

Undignified Royal Deaths

 If my computer ever got seized, they'd probably suspect me of being a serial killer based on the things I've searched for.  Just sayin'.

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Talking history a bit with crimsonmorgan  reminded me of why I feel the need to wax "realistic" and subversive in Fire Emblem 'fics to start with.  As a history geek, the urge to tether these worlds to some historical base is very, very hard to resist.  And, as we all know, history is often rather less than romantic.  So, given the overall strain of morbidity in discussions of late, let us sit upon the ground and tell awful sad stories of the death of kings...

I'm focusing on mostly famous or at least competent European rulers here, with one glaring exception near the top of the list.  Strong bias towards the UK and France here, 'cause that's my beat.

( Some grossness under the cut )