June 24th, 2001

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Family

The following was sparked by a spirited discussion of "family" in a friend's journal. She wants a family -- she was very surprised. She is a Liberal, and the Conservatives have always tried to put Family in their box: one mother, one father, a minivan, and several children, all tied together with religion and love. Her definition of family is not the conservative definition of family, though.

To me, family includes at least three kids, a station wagon or minivan to hold them and all their soccer gear and their five best friends, and a devoted circle of support crew other than myself.

I wouldn't necessarily have to have the kids as my biological children. Right now I've got a darling four-year-old who calls me Aunt. He is family, as is his mother, as is our other roommate who's going to start getting called Uncle any day now; we've got Uncle Darkside and Uncle Alan as well. We're a family, though Uncle Darkside doesn't spend as much time with the family as he might. There's the other roommate's girlfriend, who spends significant time here; she's joining the family.

Even online presences are significant in my idea of family -- my nephew often sits down on my lap and helps me talk to "my" David. "Who's that?" "It's *my* David." "Let me talk to David! Spell my name!"

It's family, though our religion is generally a mix of "other," and no one is married to anyone else or, with the exception of Sis and her son, biologically related to anyone else.

It's family. I get the idea that, like a Heinlein family, people and cats will just keep marrying in, or just joining in, and we'll have to get a house big enough for us all. I was raised with the Heinlein ideal of a family: central to the family are the kids and parents, and then other people just sort of congregate around the cluster of the family nucleus, however many kids/parents there may be. Parents don't necessarily have any biological role; I would be at this point my nephew's other "parent;" the new roommate would be the third. Alan will always be "Uncle Alan," and so will Uncle Darkside.

Religion is definitely a tie that holds this family together. After all, how did I meet my sister? How did I meet Uncle Darkside? How did I meet Alan? and the new roommate? Mostly, we do our own thing religiously, since we do recognize the inherent differences in our specific paths of faith, but it's an open thing in this household. You don't have to scuttle off to a corner to do whatever it is you're going to be doing, unless whatever it is that you're doing calls for privacy.

This is a family, as I've never had it before. My biological family was more independant, though we did do things together as a family before I hit my teenage years and we all split and went our own ways. But they allowed me to go my own way; they did not force me into their ideals of what was correct.

I want a family as good as the one I grew up with, when I go to start my own, and it looks like I've got a good start on one right now.
  • Current Music
    happy sounds of kid and cat
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Daaaaate!!

Well, I can't be in the house Thursday. Sis's boyfriend is visiting; everyone else is kicked out. Therefore, I am taking my best friend up on his kind offer and going and seeing a movie with him.

Ha-hah! I am so evillll...
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Dammit!

Argh.

Someone's friends had been planning on an RPG this Thursday. We're not sure when, though. They have first claim to him, of course, as I've been getting too much of his time. We'll see if the morning thing works out or not. I need to get out of the house right then, though, no matter if it's with him or not.

The war is progressing well.
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Now let it be war upon you both!

My private little war with Darkside has started to involve quite a few of the people in the Fanboy Otaku Gamer's Club message boards. It's amusing. We're both covered in pie.
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Run, Screaming

My friend Darkside does not run screaming.

He runs.
He screams.
He may run, then stop, then scream, then shut up, then start running again---

but he never does both at once.

I have made it a Quest in my amusing and easily amused little life to eventually make him run *and* scream. I believe I can accomplish this with relative ease. It may require three strippers and the creation of a few more multiple personalities, but I think I am able to do this, if I just try hard enough.

It's a bit of a joke with us, one of the in-jokes, the constant things that we refer to, giggling at each other. "Run screaming" makes us both giggle. We've had this conversation so often we might as well write a script for it.

I adore you, old friend, and I cherish all those stupid in-jokes we have. Yes, you're funny. Yes, you make me laugh. Sometimes you make me laugh so hard that I can't laugh anymore, and all I can do is sit there, glowing, with a grin on my face, and feel so lucky and thankful that I've got a friend like you.
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argh.

Keenspace is having little problems.

I'm currently engaged in a cream pie war on the Fanboy Otaku Gamer's Club bulletin boards. This is fun. This is amusing the holy living daylights out of me. This is a Good Thing.

And what happens?

I go to the forum, and ... nothing. There is nothing there. I can't even post-- it says it does not recognize my password.

Bleeep. Bleepity bleepin' bleep.

I'm going to go get dinner and then crash.

Bleepit.
  • Current Music
    music from "Secret of Mana II" on roomie's 'puter
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Cat

...is grabbing roomie's ass. Roomie is lying on the floor playing the second sequel to some game that was released in Japan but not here, and cat is pouncing around grabbing things with his little kitten paws. Included in the items grabbed:

balloon
ribbon
shoes
printer manual
Baldur's Gate CD cases
radio
paperwork
shoes
Garb
roommate's ass.

General amusement on my part, especially when kitten attacks roommate's shirt and falls off of roomie's back, shirt held in teeth triumphantly. Roommate is not especially happy about this trick of the kitten's.