December 19th, 2001

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Not A Date

Darkside and I go to see Lord of the Rings in five hours and twelve minutes!! I'm bouncing off the walls, all dressed up (spritely slippers, not stompy-boots), wearing perfume, and lipstick.

It's not a date.
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Looks like teenagewitch may be coming to see LotR with Darkside and me. This could be interesting.

I've got a half of a cunning plan -- well, it's not so much a cunning plan as it is a ... well, I wouldn't say prediction, but it's a possibility.

What's going to happen when Darkside and Sabrina meet? This could prove... bizarre. The Giggly force of nature meets the Brooding force of nature.

Whee, and I don't have to pay to watch it!
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To contemplate:

Which came first for me, programming or magic?

It would be very hard for me to say. As far as I can remember, I've been aware of magic, of some of those things that people say you grow out of... but yet I was raised by a programmer, a rocket scientist.

Both programming and magic have been in my blood for a long time.
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The Fellowship of the Ring (no spoilers)

Darkside and I wound up not having enough time for proper lunch after he finished his computer lab assignment, so we grabbed a snack to eat in line at the movie theatre. It was just the two of us, Jennie being unable to contact her mother, and therefore unable to go with us.

I behaved like a civilized adult for most of the movie, and only occasionally during the three-hour movie did I lean over to whisper comments to Darkside. He shushed me.

I did not grope him, nor did I try to catch his hand, nor anything like that.

Long three hour movie means that decongestants should be taken beforehand. I forgot about this, and had a massive headache after the first hour and a half.

In the end credits, "VFX MANAGER'S ASSISTANT" or some words to that effect, looked oddly like "VEX MANAGER'S ASSISTANT", until I blinked three times and cleared my eyes.

Sadly, there was no disclaimer at the end of the movie stating that no orcs were harmed in the making of the movie. *sigh* I suppose the society for the prevention of cruelty to fantasy creatures ought to be informed.

The line was remarkably short when we got there a good hour before the film was to begin. It lengthened after that. We got in just ahead of an office party that took up a dozen and a half seats by the time all were present and accounted for.

Just as Darkside and I were in the last stages of anticipation of getting ready to see the movie (we had the best seats in the house, the furthest back row), a small group of people came in and demanded that we move. The small group of people was comprised of a middle-aged lady (she doing the demanding), an elderly man, and an elderly lady in a wheelchair. The rationale, which was sound, was that the lady in the wheelchair needed to sit right there, in the space reserved for wheelchair parking, and her companion needed to sit directly next to her, where Darkside was sitting. "Oh no, only one of you has to move," the lady said as we both got up to relocate.

Fortunately, the seat next to me turned out to be only occupied by a handbag, and the lady that it belonged to was gracious enough to move it so that Darkside and I could scootch over a notch.

It's a long movie. To do an accurate rehash of the book, it would have to be at least double the length it is, so the director made some artistic decisions. There were some glaring omissions, but some of the little details that stand out in my memory from the book, some of the ones I was specifically looking for, were included.
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Quiet Moments

I had an astounding number of those quiet moments with Darkside that just heal my soul today.

First of all, whether or not I still love him, and whether or not he's healed from Votania, and whether or not he's harboring a secret crush on me that even he doesn't know about, we've got a special kind of friendship. He's the sort of friend who makes the world better by cracking a weird joke that wouldn't be funny unless it was the two of you, and then you burst out laughing -- or not.

There was a lot of "or not" this afternoon.

It's entirely odd. Around him I feel that a quiet smile is sufficient to take care of quite a few things. When the environment's noisy, I laugh louder, but when it's just him with me, and no one listening, I can be as quiet as I want to.

My soul thrives on silence.

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