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All right, we got photos! In roughly the order they were requested …

Fridge, requested by
bkwrm_tx.

My computer/workspace, as requested by
agenttrojie. My desktop theme and screensaver cycle through nearly 4500 random images that struck my fancy. When people talk to me, they watch the screensaver in horrified fascination.

ecaterin’s request—pets. Top is Charlotte, our little princess cat and my personal snugglebug.

Her sister, Fern the Blanket Shark.

Alpine, my sister’s budgie, was around for ten years. She was an impressive polyglot—she could converse easily with us, the various birds out on the deck, the microwave, and the computer keyboard with great ease. She was also a music critic. For ten years she would boo whenever songs she didn’t like came on the radio.

Huckleberry, seen here charging her lasers, was my brother’s bunny. She also lived ten years. The sight of her moseying across the kitchen was always adorable, as was the sight of her trying to skitter back to the safety of the laundry room without the benefit of traction when she realized we’d seen her. She sorted laundry—yes, really. She’d pull my brother’s dirty clothes out of the color piles and push them together.
No pet tour would be complete without these two, even though they’re not around anymore. They’ve both got ever-present ghosts in their old locations, and after two years I still sometimes expect them to be there. (My sister and I suggested that we buy another parakeet, set it up in her corner, and when asked say, “Oh, that’s Alpine! What? She’s been there for years!” It’d work for a few minutes.)
Unfortunately, I didn't find any photos in time of my Horrible Undead Cat, who finally stopped moving about six years ago. I'm pretty sure she died five years before that, at age fifteen, but she just kept moving around and howling and peeing on the floor and getting crud everywhere for five more years.

gryphax wants the top secret documents. Well. Here they are.

cougarfang wants my backyard. It’s been looking really nice lately, until you get to that hill at the bottom that’s covered with aspens and the JUNIPERS OF PAIN. I’m actually also allergic to aspens, but they don’t hurt to touch.

firinel’s question was “something doll-related.” I’m going to be unimaginative here, but I just got them all set up so I’ll just take a shot of what they’re up to. Apparently their summer weather is better than ours, or Molly, Summer, and Loke are just hardcore. I’d rather stay in with the twins and play Guitar Hero, frankly.

My sock drawer, for
ampersand and
renshai. I have very few interesting socks, but I do have a lot of mermaids to watch over them.

Sorry,
mathnerd, I don’t really have a vanity area, since I never use makeup. I do, however, use lots of soap. Enjoy the glamorous insight into my nightly rituals as you notice a mouthguard soaking in Efferdent!

redheaded_itch asked me for my favorite spot to enjoy tea. On days when it’s not raining like grim death (and some when it is), I like to hang out on the deck. The surrounding trees are why I call our house the Treehouse.
It’s also a favorite reading spot, for
viizou.

An oldie but goodie—
nobleplatypus wants my favorite shirt. My actual favorite shirt of all time has been deceased for several years, so instead I give you Long Shirt. Long Shirt is long.

kittikattie wants my GlobalFriends dolls, María and Kyōko on account of they’re fucking cute as Chekov. They are EVEN MORE ADORABLE with their dolls and their itty bitty tea set!

sriti’s request—a place I sit where I blog. Another good spot for tea and surveying of activity.

sofish_sasha and
gwalla both asked for similar things—my bookshelves and my book collection. Our entire house is filled with books, but this is my favorite pile.

Well,
beetzart, I don’t have a map pinpointing the rebel base. I just have the rebel base itself, in a bit of disrepair. My brother had it up and running for quite a while before he left for college.

allamistako requested the view from my window. That would be looking up the mountain. The second is my favorite view, standing in front of one of the window-doors that lead out to the deck, in which I’m looking across the valley.

10cents asked for a screencap of what my computer looks like when I’m working. It turns out, not surprisingly, that I am my own distraction.

stagemanager suggested that I show y’all my toes. Alas, my polish is gone, but I do have a photo of my great old polish job.
I think there are a couple more requests, and stragglers can always make more, but I’d say that’s enough for now.

Fridge, requested by
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My computer/workspace, as requested by
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Her sister, Fern the Blanket Shark.

Alpine, my sister’s budgie, was around for ten years. She was an impressive polyglot—she could converse easily with us, the various birds out on the deck, the microwave, and the computer keyboard with great ease. She was also a music critic. For ten years she would boo whenever songs she didn’t like came on the radio.

Huckleberry, seen here charging her lasers, was my brother’s bunny. She also lived ten years. The sight of her moseying across the kitchen was always adorable, as was the sight of her trying to skitter back to the safety of the laundry room without the benefit of traction when she realized we’d seen her. She sorted laundry—yes, really. She’d pull my brother’s dirty clothes out of the color piles and push them together.
No pet tour would be complete without these two, even though they’re not around anymore. They’ve both got ever-present ghosts in their old locations, and after two years I still sometimes expect them to be there. (My sister and I suggested that we buy another parakeet, set it up in her corner, and when asked say, “Oh, that’s Alpine! What? She’s been there for years!” It’d work for a few minutes.)
Unfortunately, I didn't find any photos in time of my Horrible Undead Cat, who finally stopped moving about six years ago. I'm pretty sure she died five years before that, at age fifteen, but she just kept moving around and howling and peeing on the floor and getting crud everywhere for five more years.

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My sock drawer, for
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Sorry,
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It’s also a favorite reading spot, for
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An oldie but goodie—
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Well,
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I think there are a couple more requests, and stragglers can always make more, but I’d say that’s enough for now.