January 29th, 2004

trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Darkside's true nature, as revealed over IM

There are some times when the truth comes out. Drunk IM is one of those places.
[friend]: I got a piccie for you
[me]: Oh?
[friend]: yah
[friend]: from halloween
[me]: Oooh!
[friend]: [URL of photo of Darkside and me; Darkside is hiding his face from the camera with his arm]
[me]: Awwww.
[me]: He's hiding!
[friend]: yah =(*
[me]: It's so cuuuuute!
[me]: He's so cuuuuuuuute!
[me]: *jgiggle*
[me]: (am drunkish*
[friend]: I seeish
[me]: Heheh.


[me]: Hee. I'm still silly over that photo. He hides so cutely.
[friend]: /heh
[friend]: [URL of photo of cactus]
[me]: Not half as cute.
[me]: But just as huggable.
[friend]: Oo
[me]: Yeah.
[me]: When I say that he's sweet like dried pickled cactus... I mean it.
[friend]: O.o

Just as huggable as a cactus. Now, if only I remember that when I wake up in the morning...

Petridish.net wasn't up when I wanted to put this up there, so I actually wound up putting that photo of Darkside and me on Halloween up on my website.
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A catalog of exes, or virtual exes

Ex: Trombone Guy. Relationship: Never formally dated him, which is just as well, because we were in 2nd and 3rd through 5th and 6th grade when we were an "item". He kissed me on the cheek on the playground when I was in 2nd grade to prove a point to one of his classmates, and dumped snow on me when I was on the swings when I was in 5th grade and he was in 6th. Relationship died of natural causes when he went into junior high and I remained in elementary school. Status: No hard feelings either way, I think. My mom runs into his sister from time to time back home.

Ex: Kermit. Relationship: Dated in the 6th grade (we were both 11 or 12 or so). Class couple. Cutest thing on earth. Screaming breakup fight over phone; regained friendship some months later. Status: Sometimes we chat on IM.

Ex: Bugs Potter. Relationship: He tried to set me up with his good buddy Anakin. Setup failed miserably. He and I made out from time to time. Broke up via postcard from CTY (academic summer camp). Status: We don't talk. We might get along if we did. We don't. This is quite a bit because we don't really have mutual friends anymore, or at least not that we're both in frequent contact with.

Ex: Anakin. Relationship: We were both 14-ish, freshmen in high school. I was the creepy stalker chick. He wasn't interested. Status: He moved. No contact.

Ex: pyrogenic. Relationship: Friends. I had the biggest crush (unrequited) on him. He thought it was cute. Status: LJ friends, AIM, occasional phone calls.

Ex: the Lady E. Relationship: Girlfriends, and then fiancees. We were going to get married after college. Fell through thanks to age (14, 15) and distance (Alaska, Pennsylvania), and Shawn (idiot, psychodrama). Status: We chat on AIM from time to time.

Ex: "Romeo" aka Josh-the-Twit. Relationship: Dated for 4 days or so. Broke up. Made out passionately for a few months afterwards. Status: Talked from time to time until I moved out of state. He knows onyxrising.

Ex: Shawn. Relationship: I loved him, he fucked me. Dysfunctional, excessively so, compounded by the fact that he's an idiot. Status: I'm talking to him now on IM. We're friendly again, after quite some time of 'barely civil'. We'll never be close.

Ex: Queenie. Relationship: Girlfriends. Remained friends and confidantes after mutually amicable parting. Status: We don't talk anymore, sadly, as she's gone from liberal through mainstream into conservative (religiously and sexually, and probably politically as well).

Ex: Assorted College Fuckbuddies. Relationship: Not much of one. Status: Different states. No real reason to talk with. Some of them are more mockworthy than others.

Ex: River. Relationship: Caught me on the rebound from Shawn. Saved me from nasty depression. Broke up with him because of relationship with BJ forming. Status: He was claimed by my little sister; they later broke up. He's not Mr. Communication, and we don't have each other's numbers. I'd like to chat with him, though, and he obviously remembers me fondly, as he was raving to a mutual friend about how spectacular I am in bed.

Ex: BJ. Relationship: We were Ultimate Soulmates, and I relocated to Arizona to be with him. We considered ourselves married; doing the paperwork would just be a formality. I didn't trust him, and turned into a whining, sniping bitch in his company. Broke up with him within a year. Status: The breakup started out friendly, but rapidly turned antagonistic as I became more aware of what he was up to, and how very much I hated his effect on me. He's become the creepy stalker-type now.

Ex: godai. Relationship: Very hot online affair. Faded out naturally. Status: Still friends, just the kind that only occasionally bump into each other online.

Ex: Dave-in-Germany. Relationship: Mutual crush at ages 16/20 in fencing class; progressed to online affair at ages 20/24. Fizzled due to lack of time/other preoccupations/him being offline due to military stuff. Status: Haven't talked to him in about a year; hope he's OK.

Ex: Nick. Relationship: We dated twice, for less than thirty seconds each time, in the span of ten minutes or so, because he wanted a chance to use the breakup line "I can't keep living this lie. I'm married to the sea!" and another, less memorable one. One of those fun guys around school/work. Status: He graduated; we don't e-mail.

Ex: digitalambience. Relationship: He was my boy-toy for a while. Torrid, steamy, hot, dramatic -- with no future. Official breakup happened several times. Finally called all the playing w/o relationship-thing off because Darkside was getting grumped with me. Status: We still chat when we bump into each other. He's engaged now.

Ex: Rana. Relationship: Some very hot physical experimentation. Good friendship. Left romance out of it (and mutually glad we did). Ended when he found his soulmate (see previous note on lack of romance). Status: Glad we left romance out of it. We are still on good terms.

Ex: Mr. Shallow. Relationship: A few very hot makeout sessions. Status: Never happening again, and I mayn't blab details (such as his Secret Identity) to Darkside. Friendship is still on the level it's always been on.

Ex: Yakky. Relationship: Dated for a few months. Physical. Actual attempts at romantic gestures sort of slid past my preoccupations. Broke up when I realized how very nowhere it was going. Status: Not currently speaking over a trust issue separate from the former romance.

And that's it for the exes. Hope I didn't forget anybody.
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Icon Bunny

Cheshire Cat, fading out.
Any sort of mallard.
A stocking that has just gotten a nice long hole.

Result? Collapse )
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Depart N 19TH AV & W HATCHER RD At 05:00 PM On Route 19 - - 19th AVE SOUTH to LOWER BUCKEYE
Arrive N 19TH AV & W GRAND AV At 05:31 PM
Walk 0.1 mile SE
Depart W MCDOWELL RD & N 19TH AV At 05:40 PM On Route 17 - - McDOWELL EAST to 52nd ST.
Arrive E MCDOWELL RD & N 11TH ST At 05:55 PM
Walk E to 1130 E MCDOWELL RD
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Less of the grouch

Managed to un-grouch myself.

The trouble with the interrupting isn't so much that he wants to not listen to what you're saying, but that he's eager to get something out before he explodes.

...and that he's not really listening.

Ah well.

Supper came off without much in the way of difficulties, except for me burning the bottom of it, and LF not being able to finish all of his. A small bowl of soup is deceptively large when it also includes a rather substantial chunk of bread to dip in it.

freshstartwrite meeting next. easalle and, erm, I'm pretty sure thepollypocket, are going to be here momentarily.
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Writing group. Exploring the things I can write.
Little Fayoumis.
the List.
Fandom when it's behaving.
People who are for free speech.
Az the Elder.
vanilla coke with additional fun things.
silly quizzes.
good books.
the next 5 Gods Universe book. which is going to be 2005 at least. Further away than Generations was. Yes. A good thing.
Immediately: Irresistable Forces, though I may have to make sure it is set aside until I am sure that it will work if I read it.
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As of a few days ago (yesterday?), Little Fayoumis has wanted to be called "Chum". This is evidently a The Tick reference. I am not up on my Tick stuff. He thinks it is funny and wants to amuse people, and is generally distraught that I don't find it at all funny, and in fact find his insistance upon that boring to the point of obnoxiousness.
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Reverse-engineering math problems

Little Fayoumis is still on his elevens. He was frustrated over it, and wants to get up to the twenties. I pointed out that he'd been getting less and less of them wrong, which meant more and more of them right. Furthermore, we could use the problems he'd gotten wrong as guidelines of which problems to have him recite until he got them memorized.

This cheered him up immeasureably. We did that. Some of them he got right. Some of them he did not get right on the first try. We went through the patterns with him. He went on to his homework. We had him do the patterns with the two-digit numbers (13-7, for example, starting from 13-0 = 13, 13-1 = 12, 13-2 = 11) and then when he started getting lost, we had him stop, and go back to the ones before, and repeat them until he could make his way through the pattern unerringly, and not make silly mistakes like 13-5 = 9, en route to 13-7.

I was terribly thrilled when he looked at 14-7 and immediately answered, 7! Because he'd just done 13-7, it was 6, so 14-7 had to be 7. That is the sort of thing we've been wanting him to get. And now he's getting it, so we're thrilled.

Did have to remind him that when he gets mad at himself and says "I'll never get it," that hurts him, not helps him. Want him to turn his frustration to helpful behaviours, not self-loathing. Helping him logic it out, not scold him for persisting in negative behaviors, is helping. Yay, us.

"When you say stuff like, 'I'll never learn it,' does that help you learn it or not help you learn it?"
"Help me learn it?"
"No. Actually, it doesn't. It makes it harder for you to learn it. And do you want to learn it?"
"So, say, 'I want to learn it!'"
"I want to learn it!"

Later today, he tied easalle's kid JD's shoe in the car, and reassured JD that once he'd thought that he could never tie his own shoes, but now he can, and Marxdarx showed him how! So, the "I thought I never could but now I can" lesson is sinking in. Yay for him being a good role model.

Also reminded him that he had to be a good role model for JD today. Who was hyper. Not surprising, given that he's 4. LF is 7.
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finished re-reading snow crash. started re-reading 40,000 in gehenna (a bit ago). better than i remember it.

Caps key is sporadic, due to apathy.
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The movie wasn't, actually, very well-reviewed. I enjoyed it, though, because it was my Star Trek fix, and I was hooked.

I went to see it with Savil, and I came home hyper, and hollered, "Hello, Admiral!" to my father as I passed him on the path -- he was wearing a red vest, splitting wood, first name Jim.

I was waiting for that movie for the first part of my freshman year of high school. I wasn't counting the days, quite, but I was aware that it was to be released, and that I needed to see it. Not wanted. Needed. Wanted, I could do without. Needed, I had to be there in order to see it. I had to make it. Because I had to see it.