August 9th, 2003

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Further injokes from the night:

Me to loneprism: "You are not alone."

(We shared some very uncommon interests/traits, you see. And he thought he was alone.)

And then, when he started getting very out-there: "You are alone," I would randomly say.
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Oh, and (belatedly)...

Happy Birthday, eris_raven!

I know I've only known you about half your life, but you're still very special to me.

Well... half your life this time around. I knew you from the first day or two last time.
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*yawn* Good party, yep.

It was a good party, and fun, and I need to come to more UAO meetings.

Hilariously, Jason was the guy that I'd made The Goddess Brew with two years ago. I lost the journal from them, but it was a hilarious time had by all. He's actually my same age, rather than being the five or seven years older that I imagined then. (Perspective. It's all about perspective. I was a young twenty; he was an old one.)

Evidently our end of the table was the clean-minded one; I'd forgotten how anime-chicks can get when they're discussing stuff. (I'm not really an anime chick, just as I'm not really an active member of any fandom but lmbujold, and even that is marginal.) So our side of the table had the personal freedom and the mystery dressing and random bad jokes (loneprism was trying not to fall asleep) and their side had gods know what. reichiere was sitting next to me, but didn't get totally drawn into the geek stuff that Jason and I were babbling on and on about.

I opted to go home before I crashed, rather than continuing the party to hinoai's, and I'm glad I did, as half an hour after I was home, I was in incoherent-mode, which is cutting things a little too close for my tastes.

Today I feel rather much like staying in and not seeing much of anyone who isn't family or should-be family. I think that at least some of that could be arranged, though I will probably go out and give plasma later. Much later.
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Earrings

I wanted pierced ears for a long time, and I remember that I pestered my parents about it.

Mama said No. So, after some discussion, I gave it up sadly.

Then at Christmas, I opened a little package from FatherSir, and was delighted when I saw tiny 14k gold birthdstone earrings... pierced earrings.

Thus, my father quietly overrode my mother.
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Fwd: Ye Olde Hokey-Pokey

(forwarded to me at one point by an unknowable, forgotten, and then seen again on metaquotes)
O proud left foot, that ventures quick within
Then soon upon a backward journey lithe
Anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
Command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
Commence thou then the fervid Hokey-Poke,
A mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
To spin! A wilde release from Heavens yoke.
Blessed dervish! Surely canst go, girl.
The Hoke, the poke -- banish now thy doubt
Verily, I say, 'tis what it's all about.
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Books

Finished Narcissus in Chains, Laurell K. Hamilton.

Rather a lot of sex, and a little low on plot. Could have been easily half the length and smoother without so much sex.

reichiere says that the next one is... worse.

Not that smut is a bad thing, but Anita deserves better than to become PWP.




Am reading Kushiel's Chosen. Yay!

Unfortunately, there's a yolk for yoke, and gate for gait. Those are the errors I've spotted so far.

But in a rather large and overall literate book, that's a small price to pay. It's so very much better than alright.
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Whee! New clothes!

I always like getting new clothes, even when I make them myself.

I noted how my Black Watch plaid flannel nightgown was getting altogether too holy for everyday wear, and took it upon myself to come up with something new as a nightgown/house robe.

There was a length of bright pink serpent-scaled pattern fabric in the box that I don't think anyone had plans for. I took it and improvised a pattern based on a very simple robe Mama made for me years ago. (swallowtayle, that was the black-and-white checked T'Khut robe.) This version lacks the hood, and has a much simpler sleeve style.

Intitially, it was the whole doubled-over length of fabric with hole for head and holes left for arms thing; I decided it didn't drape very well, and took the ends of the sleeves and tucked them back up inside, doubling them up so the tips are fastened at the edges of the neck-hole. It fits comfortably, and as elegantly as a great loose sheet of BRIGHT FUSCHIA can.

I'm happy.
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Books

Finished Kushiel's Chosen, Jacquiline Carey.

On to Exile's Honor, L*ckey.

Am liking how Companions are starting to show how they're not all sweetness and light, even if it is only to those who get between them and their Chosen.
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Power Saving Campaign

We got the electric bill, and votania noted in shock that it's gone up $20.

With her new raise, this isn't an emergency, but we've nevertheless been taking steps.

Namely, we've got too many lights on unnecessarily, and not everyone's in a habit of turning them off. This is Arizona, so you wouldn't think that would be a problem, but...

So I've been wandering around, turning off the kitchen light. That's the one that's on the most, I've noticed, that and the living room light and then the bathroom lights (my own included) and then my bedroom light and then when Little Fayoumis turns on the light instead of opening the blinds.

So we'll see how much that cuts the power problem.
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Applied Jedi Mind Tricks

Yes, you can do the Jedi Mind Whammy if your subject is susceptible.

For example, loneprism was last night. He nearly went face-first in his lack of pie...

*giggle*

I must remember to be good. Really. I must.
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Books: Exile's Honor

Well, it wasn't as bad a self-insert as it could have been. Myste, to Misty's credit, didn't utterly save the day (just participated in holding down the Queen) and the romance was understated, if painted broadly.
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Sleep, etc.

I don't know what's up with me lately. I just haven't been finding the time to get the sleep I obviously need.

This morning, I thought I'd slept enough... only to find myself looking like refried death until well after noon, and exhausted by six.

*sigh*

I haven't even been able to string very many coherent thoughts together in a row.