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GaFilk was wonderful and I'd have posted about it before but I've been kind of busy trying to get ready to go to England and have two sets ready and you know, be all practiced up and stuff--not that I'm complaining, because I have a lot more time to deal with these things than most people do, and I'm very aware that I'm lucky. But it seems I have gone well over a week without posting, which is kind of unusual for me. Plus I haven't written any songs yet in January, but I have part of one now so I think it will be okay. And come to think of it I wrote two at GaFilk, though I'm not sure they're good enough to put up.

But one of the developments at GaFilk is that the mimmoths all managed to escape my eagle eye when I left, and they were all loose in the house unsupervised for three days. Fortunately they're terrified of Kip, who has made it perfectly plain that he has no tolerance for vermin and would welcome the chance to get rid of them while I am not there to rescue them, and thus the house was still standing when I got home. But something there is that does not like a vacuum, and mimmoths reproduce by credit card fraud and the combination meant that Stuart and Kitty Delle had a box for me at GaFilk. A beautifully gift wrapped box. With air holes. And inside... was a friendly questing little trunk that turned out to be attached to Rout. (I'm sorry; I would do an lj-cut at this point but that doesn't seem to work on the iPad.)

Now, mimmoths have only one "hand"--their trunks. Really their forefeet aren't good for much, though they can and do manipulate big clumsy things like typewriter keys with them. What this means is that mimmoths are by nature intensely cooperative. Anything that requires two hands, requires two mimmoths, so they tend to run in groups and work well with each other.

However when there is already a well integrated group in the house, introducing a new member can be a little iffy. Normally they would be expecting the new member, having ordered him or her (I'm not sure mimmoths even recognize the concept of gender but my little gender-socialized brain doesn't function well without it, and I refuse to use the English default of pretending that generally only men (or male entities) do anything worth talking about so I consider the ones with the shorter tusks "she" unless corrected by the mimmoth in question) online using a credit card they should not be touching. However this mimmoth was apparently ordered by a non-household mimmoth. They do that sometimes--I think it's their attempt to spread to other houses. Thus the mimmoths were confronted with a new mimmoth in their domain. They bunched up for reassurance...

Cautiously Ramp reached out to the strange new mimmoth who looked so much like her, but different. The newcomer reached back. The other mimmoths crowded around, sniffing and grooming. Surely they could be friends.

Friendship established, they all posed for a group portrait

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Mimmoths from left are: Max, Dab, Dib (slightly lighter colored than Dab, and behind her), Ramp (in the back) Rout (in the front with more pronounced ear spots), Thag (mostly hidden behind Rout--Thag is a fairly retiring mimmoth), Ozymandias King of Kings Look On My Works Ye Mighty And Despair (full of himself since the stone of Tara cried out when he set foot on it during our trip to Ireland years ago--though to be fair he was full of himself before), Sparks, and Boomer. Not shown is Dub, a rare water-mimmoth, who prefers to spend her time in the shower.

Got to go, the mimmoths are fighting over their new toy.