August 8th, 2001

running, bomb tech

Graduation (eyes)

Apparently I'm not only an aunt anymore. Yesterday I proved that I do indeed have the maternal Eyes In Back Of Head, as witnessed by Sis.


Me: "Blah blah blah blah stuff that only grown-ups are interested in blah blah blah."

Her: "Blah. Blah blah-blah blah."

Me: "Blah, blah blah; blah--- Nephew, sit down this instant and eat your lunch. ----blah blah blah."

My back was directly to him.

He sat back down.

I didn't see him stand up -- I just knew he was standing.

Sis: "You've got eyes in the back of your head now, don't you."

Sis says that Nephew's starting to take after my side of the family now, as well as Dude's and Sis's Dave's. More my side of the family, though --- we can positively identify what traits are coming down to him from my father and my mother.

This is amusingly scary, as Sis and I have no known biological relationship, and out of Nephew's four "parent" figures as determined by physical attributes and other characteristics, only Sis has any biological relationship to Nephew.
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running, bomb tech Star Wars Episode 2 Haiku

Cut and paste from this morning/early afternoon's e-mails:

Attack of the Clones
The title could have been worse
I'll still go see it


Attack of the Clones:
Maul, Maul, Maul, Maul, and Maul.
Look! Silver lining!

The Plaid Adder

Such a kindly man.
A vote for Palpatine is
A vote for order!

Sith Academy
It distracts me from my work
Keeps my brain awake


Attack of the Clones
"It's a *good* title," says George.
"It is is is IS!"

Darth E.E. "Doc" Cummings

As long as Ewan
Loses the robe at some point
I will watch gladly


George made a nightmare
Never go watch it alone
Oh god! Jar-Jar clones!

Darth Fearing the worst.

New SithWear and stuff!
Get a shirt for every day
Wear sweats on weekend

Going to a con?
A duffle bag would be nice
Order yours today

A Sith, his Master
A bunch of menial crap
Where *is* my towel?

Give in to your greed
Conspicuous consumption
Sidious approves

running, bomb tech


Well, I had a good workout with Darkside today.

Hell, today was just a good day with Darkside in general.

Darkside and I had a chat in the morning. Not much was said. In the computer lab we each worked on things that were due that day: him a writeup on the major failings of some websites, me on a summary of an essay. We both got our assignments done.

Somehow, he ended up telling me a dream rather close to his heart. Sharing some of the same dreams, I'm going to do every damn thing I can to encourage him, maybe pull him back out of the place he's fallen into.

There was an amusing little bit where he was assigned to a working group in his database class that lacked a member. He was groupless; the group needed someone more. The teacher, the inimitable Mr. Wright mentioned way back when, told the guy in the group that sure, (insert actual name here) was looking for a group, and it would work out perfectly.

Now, the fact remains that there are at least two, if not more, people of that first name in that class group. At just that point, Shrimpy walked up to the group. Shrimpy happens to share Darkside's given name. Shrimpy interrupted the conversation. Mr. Wright spared a few comments for him, then kept on talking to the group.

The group was peeved and understandably so. Shrimpy would be a bright boy if he only applied himself. He doesn't apply himself. Not to anything. Not ever.

Darkside would have been rather insulted, especially at the e-mail that the group sent to Mr. Wright on the status of the project, including some bitching about their newest member, if he'd thought that they were even attempting to describe him. Since it wasn't even the right last name, and it described Shrimpy to an exact exactness, and Darkside is accustomed to confusion, it was all cool as soon as the group was straightened out as to which person went with which last name.

After Darkside's last class, I caught up to him and asked him if he knew anything about the subject in math that Sis was struggling with. I walked him out to his car. He commented on the wooden sword he's got in the trunk. I asked him if he wanted to do a little sparring, as he looked like he didn't have work (no white uniform on, as with the new situation he goes directly to work from school) and he said, "Get in the car."

We bashed the hell out of each other in the parking lot. I guess some of the down-deadlies in my psyche decided to make an appearance. I got too enthusiastic with the wooden swords. He noticed the difference. He also noticed the difference when I shrank back into myself and got very quiet.

That was armed combat. When we tried things unarmed, it pretty much turned into a wrestling match. This is how things usually turn with him.

Then he called me on it. "...or are you subconsciously using this as an excuse to get close to me?" he asked. "Because we always seem to end up this close."

I froze, again. "I'll.... have to have a chat with my subconscious," I said after a time.

"I don't think your subconscious will listen," he told me.

That was it. No other comments. We resumed swordplay, but he had to go then, seeing as we'd been beating the hell out of each other for at least an hour.

We'll see what happens tomorrow morning.
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Even More Episode II Haiku

Gore splattered void. Oops...
"Bacta! DNA! Engage
The Maul-O-Matic!!"

Clones attack! Wool singed,
Darth Molly Bleats, "Plunder? Hah!
Sith Sheep Kick Viking Ass!"

Black, red, gold, green. Kilt.
Force-driven crazed weasel. Sex.
Title? Who Cares? Now!


Jedi twit next door
Sentient beings in fridge
The life of a Sith.

Hot Force-driven love
No longer just Fridays, but
"He's not my boyfriend!"

Cuddles, Fluffi-Wan
Nothing can protect you from
Furry Paws of Death

I am quite busy
Must hone my rage and ... I mean,
must open tuna.

Watch Darth Lara Croft
on the screen till your eyes cross
Sith Do Not Take Breaks.

Try to avoid this
disturbing mental image:
Yoda in fishnets.

-joan the english chick
Darth Five Seven Five