October 15th, 2003

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Write up that lecture to LF on body/mind/feelings that you were pondering in the shower, and our responsibility as his grown-ups to protect and nourish same.
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Also to do:

Tell FatherSir, and put a note in alaskans, about that one radiophone overheard conversation on Christmas those years ago.
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Worksheets, as pulled from the recycle bin

Little Fayoumis gets paper from the recycle bin here in the labs to draw on and otherwise play with. He used to ignore the typing. Now, he's turning them into worksheets, and making up his own instructions -- they seem to contain math problems, and also things where he's supposed to circle the words with a certain number of letters.

He's having fun, and he's practicing.
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I have science talks with the Little Fayoumis when we're walking home. I had class today, Sandstrom and then Lit, and I boiled down some stuff for the Little Fayoumis.

He was learning a little about operating systems today. Different kinds of operating systems, and what they do. (Basically, you can turn a computer on, and you can see what files and programs you have.) And there are different kinds!

Little Fayoumis says that he wants 1000 Linux and Linux A Million for his computers Strongbad and The Cheat. Yep.

And then we talked networking. A computer on a network has three names: one is the computer's name that people call it by and it calls itself, one that is the IP address that other computers send stuff to, and one is the MAC address on the network card. A computer with one network card has one MAC address. If a computer has two network cards, how many MAC addresses does it have?

"Two!" he answered, sounding very pleased with himself.

That's college-level computer stuff, right there.

Also in college, he learned that grown-ups still talk about fart jokes. In Lit class.
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Little Fayoumis and I ran into Mr. President. He, as is his wont, burst into song.

"Stop singing!" Little Fayoumis said. (He says this a lot.)

"That was rude," I told him. "Corner."

To the corner he went. After he came out, I asked him, "What did you do?"
"I was rude," he said.
"What did you say that was rude?"
"Stop singing."
"And who did you say it to?"
"Him." (Indicating Mr. President.)
"And what do you tell him?"
"Sorry." (Kinda mumbled, but looking at Mr. President.)

Mr. President was charmed. Evidently kids with manners is not a common thing in the States, even (especially?) when the manners are externally imposed upon them.

Overall, a good day, though the tantrum about getting dressed in the morning and that were a little iffy. (Well, the tantrum was definitely bad.)
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Gemini Horoscope for week of October 16, 2003


Gemini (May 21-June 20)
This is your official too-much-of-a-good-thing warning. To protect and preserve the sweet progress you've enjoyed in recent weeks, make sure that abundance doesn't tip over into gross excess. How? Refuse to become a slave to your good ideas. Don't let your triumphs lead to exhaustion. Avoid expressions of generosity that are wasted on the recipients or motivated mostly by the urge to impress people. You can keep all your well-earned rewards, dear Gemini, if you'll start setting graceful new limits now.

Cancer Horoscope for week of October 16, 2003


Cancer (June 21-July 22)
Most practitioners of the healing arts believe in taking a gradual approach. Psychotherapists and acupuncturists, for example, typically see their clients once a week, theorizing that even deep-seated problems have to be undone slowly and gently. Some mavericks take a more radical approach, however. One acupuncturist I know has her clients come and stay at her clinic for six consecutive days, during which time she administers a fresh treatment every two hours. This is the kind of approach I recommend for you right now, Cancerian. You're on the verge of curing a certain longstanding imbalance, and intense, concentrated attention is the best way to do it.
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Old news, but still applicable...

I get upset over the weirdest things.

I get mad when me-upset-and-trying-to-figure-out-what-the-hell-is-going-on turns into bad stuff. I got upset. I couldn't sleep. I came out to see what had happened. Kaboom.

When I'm upset, all I really need is people being calm and giving hugs where applicable, not making me-upset out as being the Psychotic Nightmare of the Century.
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Threw out two grocery sacks' worth of assorted stuff, mostly paper, from the top of my bookshelf.

Happy with this.

Hopefully things will continue to sort themselves. I need to have this room presentable (no, othercat, what you saw was not really my definition of "presentable" as regards my own areas; I hold a double standard, with my own surroundings higher) by Oct 31.

Mr. Pres was planning on holding a Samhein party; as he and I both were planning same, of course at the same time, he's plotting to just bring his party here.

The more, the merrier.

Hope Darkside can come.
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BWW Update

Collapse ) No pain. No need for meds. No crankiness, except for some mild lack of sleep, influenced by Strongbad.
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*wide grin*

Called. Finally wound up catching him. Chatted. Babbled. Had him read jokes at me. Confirmed that he does, actually, like it when I call.

It's hard to tell sometimes, but he does. Actually.

And his communication skills are nil.

Love him anyway.
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Things have been not going 100% wonderfully this evening. After shammash and the fae broke the lamp, I took to saying, "Fuck fuck fuckity fuckin' fuck on a fuck-stick!"

votania hoped that the Little Fayoumis was asleep.

There are brownies in the oven.

Darkside dwells within my heart. He doesn't mind me calling; he likes it. He's the master of understatement. We are friends.