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Jun. 17th, 2004
*rustle rustle GRAB*
Jun. 17th, 2004 08:05 amWhen you're all out of Trigun, and the Cowboy Bebop dub is driving you nuts.
Whaddaya going to do?
Pull out "The Great Race" and "Blazing Saddles" DVDs.
I so have to get that Mel Brooks soundtrack album again.
I ought to go watch "Silent Movie" again.
I have to deal with the unrepentant bastard software tech today. Who I strongly suspect isn't so unrepentant - and might be someone I worked with over at Superba all those knarly years ago.
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silverkun, I still owe you a phone call. Don't ask what happened at 8:00 PM last night.
I actually took a class in "Western" literature in college (I could have taken the one in "Science Fiction" but I'd read all the books - and horrors, I wanted to learn something new!) and watching Trigun makes so much of it come back to me.
Don't ask how good my memory is. You want the reading list from that class?
I graduated with that AA in 1981. Goooood grief.
Whaddaya going to do?
Pull out "The Great Race" and "Blazing Saddles" DVDs.
I so have to get that Mel Brooks soundtrack album again.
I ought to go watch "Silent Movie" again.
I have to deal with the unrepentant bastard software tech today. Who I strongly suspect isn't so unrepentant - and might be someone I worked with over at Superba all those knarly years ago.
And
silverkun, I still owe you a phone call. Don't ask what happened at 8:00 PM last night. I actually took a class in "Western" literature in college (I could have taken the one in "Science Fiction" but I'd read all the books - and horrors, I wanted to learn something new!) and watching Trigun makes so much of it come back to me.
Don't ask how good my memory is. You want the reading list from that class?
I graduated with that AA in 1981. Goooood grief.
*rustle rustle GRAB*
Jun. 17th, 2004 08:05 amWhen you're all out of Trigun, and the Cowboy Bebop dub is driving you nuts.
Whaddaya going to do?
Pull out "The Great Race" and "Blazing Saddles" DVDs.
I so have to get that Mel Brooks soundtrack album again.
I ought to go watch "Silent Movie" again.
I have to deal with the unrepentant bastard software tech today. Who I strongly suspect isn't so unrepentant - and might be someone I worked with over at Superba all those knarly years ago.
Andsilverkun, I still owe you a phone call. Don't ask what happened at 8:00 PM last night.
I actually took a class in "Western" literature in college (I could have taken the one in "Science Fiction" but I'd read all the books - and horrors, I wanted to learn something new!) and watching Trigun makes so much of it come back to me.
Don't ask how good my memory is. You want the reading list from that class?
I graduated with that AA in 1981. Goooood grief.
Whaddaya going to do?
Pull out "The Great Race" and "Blazing Saddles" DVDs.
I so have to get that Mel Brooks soundtrack album again.
I ought to go watch "Silent Movie" again.
I have to deal with the unrepentant bastard software tech today. Who I strongly suspect isn't so unrepentant - and might be someone I worked with over at Superba all those knarly years ago.
And
silverkun, I still owe you a phone call. Don't ask what happened at 8:00 PM last night. I actually took a class in "Western" literature in college (I could have taken the one in "Science Fiction" but I'd read all the books - and horrors, I wanted to learn something new!) and watching Trigun makes so much of it come back to me.
Don't ask how good my memory is. You want the reading list from that class?
I graduated with that AA in 1981. Goooood grief.
*rustle rustle GRAB*
Jun. 17th, 2004 08:05 amWhen you're all out of Trigun, and the Cowboy Bebop dub is driving you nuts.
Whaddaya going to do?
Pull out "The Great Race" and "Blazing Saddles" DVDs.
I so have to get that Mel Brooks soundtrack album again.
I ought to go watch "Silent Movie" again.
I have to deal with the unrepentant bastard software tech today. Who I strongly suspect isn't so unrepentant - and might be someone I worked with over at Superba all those knarly years ago.
Andsilverkun, I still owe you a phone call. Don't ask what happened at 8:00 PM last night.
I actually took a class in "Western" literature in college (I could have taken the one in "Science Fiction" but I'd read all the books - and horrors, I wanted to learn something new!) and watching Trigun makes so much of it come back to me.
Don't ask how good my memory is. You want the reading list from that class?
I graduated with that AA in 1981. Goooood grief.
Whaddaya going to do?
Pull out "The Great Race" and "Blazing Saddles" DVDs.
I so have to get that Mel Brooks soundtrack album again.
I ought to go watch "Silent Movie" again.
I have to deal with the unrepentant bastard software tech today. Who I strongly suspect isn't so unrepentant - and might be someone I worked with over at Superba all those knarly years ago.
And
silverkun, I still owe you a phone call. Don't ask what happened at 8:00 PM last night. I actually took a class in "Western" literature in college (I could have taken the one in "Science Fiction" but I'd read all the books - and horrors, I wanted to learn something new!) and watching Trigun makes so much of it come back to me.
Don't ask how good my memory is. You want the reading list from that class?
I graduated with that AA in 1981. Goooood grief.
Checked the scale this morning - still coming down, today I'm at 158. Not as fast, but I haven't been as "good" lately either. Today is a total wash - the tech visit ended with a lunch at Panda Express, and while the orange chicken is delish when fresh, it's deadly on calories.
I can't believe I wasn't closing closer to 200 eating every day there.
So I've had chocolate and drank the chocolate soy milk drinks I got at the 99 Ranch Market today.
We also took the cats and the dog to the shot clinic at the vet this afternoon - everyone is up to date and the dog can go get poofy now.
I'm weary. I've sat and thought about people I haven't heard from all year and began making phone calls. People who have known me before I was two decades in this world. People who no longer have enough interest in me or what's important to me to stay in touch - or who just don't care.
But I picked up the phone and made the calls anyway. Some, I know would not be welcome and just let the dust settle some more.
My Palm is getting a lot of use lately - I'm making dates to get together. Keep the lines open. Keep hope alive.
I hear an old friend is taking Reagan's death hard; I hear his father is doing poorly. And a part of me just knows too much. I carry his mother's name in the middle of my own - riddled with MS, she was a housebound invalid when we were in high school. She died - oh, it took far too long, it was too cruel, too much of anything you can name - but it was easily another decade past then.
He's an onliest child - he has two of his own now, graduating from high school. He proposed marriage to me when I was 17, and I ran for dear life. Loved him, oh yes. Love him still, oh yes. But it wasn't romance - and it was something impossible to make him understand.
Weary.
Jim has a niece coming to visit this weekend - she'll be with us for a week. Poor thing is so frightened of the airplane flight, she's called three nights out of the last three. We haven't heard from her in a year - I hope this continues. It's nice. Her brother called as she hung up - another country heard from.
The itch to sit and bleed at the keyboard grows; I have stuff to finish for the website I've had to put aside for nearly three years. And new stuff hovers in the imagination. I think long thoughts for a time before I sit down to work - I stuff my head full of research and think the plotting through, testing theories and discarding things that Just Don't Work. Some ideas will do better to stay there - some things I know would be different from what I've seen everyone else do.
Some things make me giggle.
All will take time at the keyboard I can't spare soon. REALLY can't spare. How did I get so tied up?
But the time will be found - if it's possible. I'll find a way.
Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend ahead. Think I'll go nestle in something comfy and try to rest up a bit. It's been a hard week, in some respects. Trying to live four lives at once.
I was thinking over last weekend - it's summer, I'm reading fan fiction and being hungry. I was 17 again, yup. I go to work and shift gears to Geek Goddess - every day of 43. Come home, and I become ageless because Jim's there. Then whoever calls, the personality shifts again. Who is it? Do I become my mother's daughter, the head of household, the black sheep, the heretic, the saint - older, younger, ageless?
Preoccupied. Don't want to miss a thing.
And so many more things to learn; so many more things to ponder, dream about and build. And then, take out the trash and clean up the house.
Just Life, after all.
I can't believe I wasn't closing closer to 200 eating every day there.
So I've had chocolate and drank the chocolate soy milk drinks I got at the 99 Ranch Market today.
We also took the cats and the dog to the shot clinic at the vet this afternoon - everyone is up to date and the dog can go get poofy now.
I'm weary. I've sat and thought about people I haven't heard from all year and began making phone calls. People who have known me before I was two decades in this world. People who no longer have enough interest in me or what's important to me to stay in touch - or who just don't care.
But I picked up the phone and made the calls anyway. Some, I know would not be welcome and just let the dust settle some more.
My Palm is getting a lot of use lately - I'm making dates to get together. Keep the lines open. Keep hope alive.
I hear an old friend is taking Reagan's death hard; I hear his father is doing poorly. And a part of me just knows too much. I carry his mother's name in the middle of my own - riddled with MS, she was a housebound invalid when we were in high school. She died - oh, it took far too long, it was too cruel, too much of anything you can name - but it was easily another decade past then.
He's an onliest child - he has two of his own now, graduating from high school. He proposed marriage to me when I was 17, and I ran for dear life. Loved him, oh yes. Love him still, oh yes. But it wasn't romance - and it was something impossible to make him understand.
Weary.
Jim has a niece coming to visit this weekend - she'll be with us for a week. Poor thing is so frightened of the airplane flight, she's called three nights out of the last three. We haven't heard from her in a year - I hope this continues. It's nice. Her brother called as she hung up - another country heard from.
The itch to sit and bleed at the keyboard grows; I have stuff to finish for the website I've had to put aside for nearly three years. And new stuff hovers in the imagination. I think long thoughts for a time before I sit down to work - I stuff my head full of research and think the plotting through, testing theories and discarding things that Just Don't Work. Some ideas will do better to stay there - some things I know would be different from what I've seen everyone else do.
Some things make me giggle.
All will take time at the keyboard I can't spare soon. REALLY can't spare. How did I get so tied up?
But the time will be found - if it's possible. I'll find a way.
Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend ahead. Think I'll go nestle in something comfy and try to rest up a bit. It's been a hard week, in some respects. Trying to live four lives at once.
I was thinking over last weekend - it's summer, I'm reading fan fiction and being hungry. I was 17 again, yup. I go to work and shift gears to Geek Goddess - every day of 43. Come home, and I become ageless because Jim's there. Then whoever calls, the personality shifts again. Who is it? Do I become my mother's daughter, the head of household, the black sheep, the heretic, the saint - older, younger, ageless?
Preoccupied. Don't want to miss a thing.
And so many more things to learn; so many more things to ponder, dream about and build. And then, take out the trash and clean up the house.
Just Life, after all.
Checked the scale this morning - still coming down, today I'm at 158. Not as fast, but I haven't been as "good" lately either. Today is a total wash - the tech visit ended with a lunch at Panda Express, and while the orange chicken is delish when fresh, it's deadly on calories.
I can't believe I wasn't closing closer to 200 eating every day there.
So I've had chocolate and drank the chocolate soy milk drinks I got at the 99 Ranch Market today.
We also took the cats and the dog to the shot clinic at the vet this afternoon - everyone is up to date and the dog can go get poofy now.
I'm weary. I've sat and thought about people I haven't heard from all year and began making phone calls. People who have known me before I was two decades in this world. People who no longer have enough interest in me or what's important to me to stay in touch - or who just don't care.
But I picked up the phone and made the calls anyway. Some, I know would not be welcome and just let the dust settle some more.
My Palm is getting a lot of use lately - I'm making dates to get together. Keep the lines open. Keep hope alive.
I hear an old friend is taking Reagan's death hard; I hear his father is doing poorly. And a part of me just knows too much. I carry his mother's name in the middle of my own - riddled with MS, she was a housebound invalid when we were in high school. She died - oh, it took far too long, it was too cruel, too much of anything you can name - but it was easily another decade past then.
He's an onliest child - he has two of his own now, graduating from high school. He proposed marriage to me when I was 17, and I ran for dear life. Loved him, oh yes. Love him still, oh yes. But it wasn't romance - and it was something impossible to make him understand.
Weary.
Jim has a niece coming to visit this weekend - she'll be with us for a week. Poor thing is so frightened of the airplane flight, she's called three nights out of the last three. We haven't heard from her in a year - I hope this continues. It's nice. Her brother called as she hung up - another country heard from.
The itch to sit and bleed at the keyboard grows; I have stuff to finish for the website I've had to put aside for nearly three years. And new stuff hovers in the imagination. I think long thoughts for a time before I sit down to work - I stuff my head full of research and think the plotting through, testing theories and discarding things that Just Don't Work. Some ideas will do better to stay there - some things I know would be different from what I've seen everyone else do.
Some things make me giggle.
All will take time at the keyboard I can't spare soon. REALLY can't spare. How did I get so tied up?
But the time will be found - if it's possible. I'll find a way.
Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend ahead. Think I'll go nestle in something comfy and try to rest up a bit. It's been a hard week, in some respects. Trying to live four lives at once.
I was thinking over last weekend - it's summer, I'm reading fan fiction and being hungry. I was 17 again, yup. I go to work and shift gears to Geek Goddess - every day of 43. Come home, and I become ageless because Jim's there. Then whoever calls, the personality shifts again. Who is it? Do I become my mother's daughter, the head of household, the black sheep, the heretic, the saint - older, younger, ageless?
Preoccupied. Don't want to miss a thing.
And so many more things to learn; so many more things to ponder, dream about and build. And then, take out the trash and clean up the house.
Just Life, after all.
I can't believe I wasn't closing closer to 200 eating every day there.
So I've had chocolate and drank the chocolate soy milk drinks I got at the 99 Ranch Market today.
We also took the cats and the dog to the shot clinic at the vet this afternoon - everyone is up to date and the dog can go get poofy now.
I'm weary. I've sat and thought about people I haven't heard from all year and began making phone calls. People who have known me before I was two decades in this world. People who no longer have enough interest in me or what's important to me to stay in touch - or who just don't care.
But I picked up the phone and made the calls anyway. Some, I know would not be welcome and just let the dust settle some more.
My Palm is getting a lot of use lately - I'm making dates to get together. Keep the lines open. Keep hope alive.
I hear an old friend is taking Reagan's death hard; I hear his father is doing poorly. And a part of me just knows too much. I carry his mother's name in the middle of my own - riddled with MS, she was a housebound invalid when we were in high school. She died - oh, it took far too long, it was too cruel, too much of anything you can name - but it was easily another decade past then.
He's an onliest child - he has two of his own now, graduating from high school. He proposed marriage to me when I was 17, and I ran for dear life. Loved him, oh yes. Love him still, oh yes. But it wasn't romance - and it was something impossible to make him understand.
Weary.
Jim has a niece coming to visit this weekend - she'll be with us for a week. Poor thing is so frightened of the airplane flight, she's called three nights out of the last three. We haven't heard from her in a year - I hope this continues. It's nice. Her brother called as she hung up - another country heard from.
The itch to sit and bleed at the keyboard grows; I have stuff to finish for the website I've had to put aside for nearly three years. And new stuff hovers in the imagination. I think long thoughts for a time before I sit down to work - I stuff my head full of research and think the plotting through, testing theories and discarding things that Just Don't Work. Some ideas will do better to stay there - some things I know would be different from what I've seen everyone else do.
Some things make me giggle.
All will take time at the keyboard I can't spare soon. REALLY can't spare. How did I get so tied up?
But the time will be found - if it's possible. I'll find a way.
Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend ahead. Think I'll go nestle in something comfy and try to rest up a bit. It's been a hard week, in some respects. Trying to live four lives at once.
I was thinking over last weekend - it's summer, I'm reading fan fiction and being hungry. I was 17 again, yup. I go to work and shift gears to Geek Goddess - every day of 43. Come home, and I become ageless because Jim's there. Then whoever calls, the personality shifts again. Who is it? Do I become my mother's daughter, the head of household, the black sheep, the heretic, the saint - older, younger, ageless?
Preoccupied. Don't want to miss a thing.
And so many more things to learn; so many more things to ponder, dream about and build. And then, take out the trash and clean up the house.
Just Life, after all.
Checked the scale this morning - still coming down, today I'm at 158. Not as fast, but I haven't been as "good" lately either. Today is a total wash - the tech visit ended with a lunch at Panda Express, and while the orange chicken is delish when fresh, it's deadly on calories.
I can't believe I wasn't closing closer to 200 eating every day there.
So I've had chocolate and drank the chocolate soy milk drinks I got at the 99 Ranch Market today.
We also took the cats and the dog to the shot clinic at the vet this afternoon - everyone is up to date and the dog can go get poofy now.
I'm weary. I've sat and thought about people I haven't heard from all year and began making phone calls. People who have known me before I was two decades in this world. People who no longer have enough interest in me or what's important to me to stay in touch - or who just don't care.
But I picked up the phone and made the calls anyway. Some, I know would not be welcome and just let the dust settle some more.
My Palm is getting a lot of use lately - I'm making dates to get together. Keep the lines open. Keep hope alive.
I hear an old friend is taking Reagan's death hard; I hear his father is doing poorly. And a part of me just knows too much. I carry his mother's name in the middle of my own - riddled with MS, she was a housebound invalid when we were in high school. She died - oh, it took far too long, it was too cruel, too much of anything you can name - but it was easily another decade past then.
He's an onliest child - he has two of his own now, graduating from high school. He proposed marriage to me when I was 17, and I ran for dear life. Loved him, oh yes. Love him still, oh yes. But it wasn't romance - and it was something impossible to make him understand.
Weary.
Jim has a niece coming to visit this weekend - she'll be with us for a week. Poor thing is so frightened of the airplane flight, she's called three nights out of the last three. We haven't heard from her in a year - I hope this continues. It's nice. Her brother called as she hung up - another country heard from.
The itch to sit and bleed at the keyboard grows; I have stuff to finish for the website I've had to put aside for nearly three years. And new stuff hovers in the imagination. I think long thoughts for a time before I sit down to work - I stuff my head full of research and think the plotting through, testing theories and discarding things that Just Don't Work. Some ideas will do better to stay there - some things I know would be different from what I've seen everyone else do.
Some things make me giggle.
All will take time at the keyboard I can't spare soon. REALLY can't spare. How did I get so tied up?
But the time will be found - if it's possible. I'll find a way.
Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend ahead. Think I'll go nestle in something comfy and try to rest up a bit. It's been a hard week, in some respects. Trying to live four lives at once.
I was thinking over last weekend - it's summer, I'm reading fan fiction and being hungry. I was 17 again, yup. I go to work and shift gears to Geek Goddess - every day of 43. Come home, and I become ageless because Jim's there. Then whoever calls, the personality shifts again. Who is it? Do I become my mother's daughter, the head of household, the black sheep, the heretic, the saint - older, younger, ageless?
Preoccupied. Don't want to miss a thing.
And so many more things to learn; so many more things to ponder, dream about and build. And then, take out the trash and clean up the house.
Just Life, after all.
I can't believe I wasn't closing closer to 200 eating every day there.
So I've had chocolate and drank the chocolate soy milk drinks I got at the 99 Ranch Market today.
We also took the cats and the dog to the shot clinic at the vet this afternoon - everyone is up to date and the dog can go get poofy now.
I'm weary. I've sat and thought about people I haven't heard from all year and began making phone calls. People who have known me before I was two decades in this world. People who no longer have enough interest in me or what's important to me to stay in touch - or who just don't care.
But I picked up the phone and made the calls anyway. Some, I know would not be welcome and just let the dust settle some more.
My Palm is getting a lot of use lately - I'm making dates to get together. Keep the lines open. Keep hope alive.
I hear an old friend is taking Reagan's death hard; I hear his father is doing poorly. And a part of me just knows too much. I carry his mother's name in the middle of my own - riddled with MS, she was a housebound invalid when we were in high school. She died - oh, it took far too long, it was too cruel, too much of anything you can name - but it was easily another decade past then.
He's an onliest child - he has two of his own now, graduating from high school. He proposed marriage to me when I was 17, and I ran for dear life. Loved him, oh yes. Love him still, oh yes. But it wasn't romance - and it was something impossible to make him understand.
Weary.
Jim has a niece coming to visit this weekend - she'll be with us for a week. Poor thing is so frightened of the airplane flight, she's called three nights out of the last three. We haven't heard from her in a year - I hope this continues. It's nice. Her brother called as she hung up - another country heard from.
The itch to sit and bleed at the keyboard grows; I have stuff to finish for the website I've had to put aside for nearly three years. And new stuff hovers in the imagination. I think long thoughts for a time before I sit down to work - I stuff my head full of research and think the plotting through, testing theories and discarding things that Just Don't Work. Some ideas will do better to stay there - some things I know would be different from what I've seen everyone else do.
Some things make me giggle.
All will take time at the keyboard I can't spare soon. REALLY can't spare. How did I get so tied up?
But the time will be found - if it's possible. I'll find a way.
Tomorrow is Friday, and the weekend ahead. Think I'll go nestle in something comfy and try to rest up a bit. It's been a hard week, in some respects. Trying to live four lives at once.
I was thinking over last weekend - it's summer, I'm reading fan fiction and being hungry. I was 17 again, yup. I go to work and shift gears to Geek Goddess - every day of 43. Come home, and I become ageless because Jim's there. Then whoever calls, the personality shifts again. Who is it? Do I become my mother's daughter, the head of household, the black sheep, the heretic, the saint - older, younger, ageless?
Preoccupied. Don't want to miss a thing.
And so many more things to learn; so many more things to ponder, dream about and build. And then, take out the trash and clean up the house.
Just Life, after all.