April 1st, 2005

grin & duck -- friends, grin & duck

In the spirit of the holiday...

"Yes & No", one of the Little Fayoumis's all-time favorite movies.

A special announcement from "Bradley" Fitzpatrick

I still have yet to prepare a world-class prank for my best friend Darkside. The date has a long tradition, but I'm not sure how to celebrate it this year. It feels wrong to let it pass unnoticed, but wrong to play a substandard or poorly-thought-out prank on someone so crucial in my life.

Eh, maybe I'll just send a surprise text message.
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Housewife's Lament


I got out of work at 7:30, and got snagged home with trystan_laryssa, which was fun. We discussed the difference between id/ego/superego and demon/human/god. Oddness occurred; I shall have to discuss it with both Figment and Darkside.

When I finally got back home at 11:30, I wound up shuffling stuff in the apartment. I don't work well unless there's someone around to chatter with while I'm working. I moved the printer, moved things off the new shelves, moved things off the old plastic shelves preparatory to moving them, moved the box with the futon frame in it over to the living room area, moved the old plastic shelves and reloaded them, moved the wooden shelves in and stacked the plastic drawers on top of them, moved the umbrella stand and the mop-and-broom bucket, and maybe, just maybe, this place is starting to look like a place where I'm living instead of just staying.

trystan_laryssa says it looks like a college dorm room.

I think it might be starting to look like home. It just wants more shelves, more bookshelves, less clutter, and those blasted cabinets re-installed. (You have to re-install after certain kinds of crashes.)
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trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats


There's a significant difference between "not unsafe" and Safe. Most of life is spent in that limbo, for most people, where you're not convinced that you're in danger, you may not be feeling the prickle of intuition telling you that something or someone is waiting to spring, but you don't know heart-certain that you're Safe.

It's easy to mistake "not unsafe" for Safe. It's easy to mistake an ignorance of danger for safety.

The feeling of complete safety is addictive, and can be illusory, but it's special when it does occur.
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twilight, Fairbanks to Phoenix, two worlds

Household and life, the mundane and the arcane

Management swapped in the apartment complex within the past month. I'm not sure if I mentioned it here or not, but the resident managers, the husband-and-wife team, aren't around anymore. Someone else is in here, though the Maintenance Witch is still around, which is good news.

My cabinets are not here yet; the Maintenance Witch said they were supposed to be installed on Tuesday. Today is Friday.

I really need to get on with properly warding and blessing the place. I've been so frazzled what with the unpacking and disasters and what-not that I just haven't managed to get around to that yet, which is not a good state of affairs.

There was a wiggly step on the staircase outside my front door. That has been welded properly, so yay! Figment pointed it out to me and was worried, because someone could have gotten hurt. He can be happy again about it now.

Something bad and scary happened in my pantry with a sack of potatoes. I fortunately found them before actual damage was done to anything other than my nose. Something bad and scary also happened in the sour cream in the refrigerator. Something tells me that I'm not cooking often enough, if this is the sort of thing that will now start happening.

I'm thrilled to pieces over the idea that one of my Assignment close friendships is lasting beyond the Assignment. It happens, but not predictably. Assignment brought us close together, and we're keeping us close together now that it's over. Given that I'm sometimes Assigned to situations that involve people who are nothing like me, people who I wouldn't voluntarily spend time with outside of Assignment or other circumstance, I can't trust any association that I pick up while on Assignment until I'm off and I have a chance to independently assess their suitability to remain in my inner circles. This time, though, I think I've got a winner. I can't trust the Healing Attraction, but I can trust the bond and the Telling; the Telling was telling me that I needed this before I went and got Assigned. So that's that, then, I guess.

I was chatting about Shrimpy and his history with trystan_laryssa, and I came to yet another Shrimpy-related epiphany: if someone should fall in love with you as the result of a love potion or love spell or something like that, would you trust their love for you? Ever? Perhaps time might prove that they will keep loving you, and perhaps they'll still love you after the spell or potion should have long since worn off, but would they have started loving you without the spell or potion? Will they some day come to their senses and stop loving you? It's something that one actually has to worry about.
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wank me a river, Enki

Oy vey.

I go to sleep for a good eight hours, and suddenly the friends list erupts in wank?

Not a good sign for the coming year. *facepalm*

I feel obscurely responsible, because I am the closest link between the two wanking parties, even though I'm significantly closer to one of them than to the other.

In other news, my default shoulder for social-owwie! moments not directly involving me has changed. This is interesting, and probably more productive than the past shoulder.
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trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Many happy returns of the day

An Easter Egg (belated) from LJ


For Darkside, I'm thinking a simple message on the answering machine wishing him a happy holiday. If Figment and I get out of work early, however, and we're both feeling evil enough, a drive to Mesa with a pecan pie may be in order. Perhaps. It's a Friday night, and the night might be young...
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silly, bunny ears

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