May 3rd, 2005

running, bomb tech

Restarting, because of systems issues.

Therefore, some bookmarks and some random thoughts... -- my bookmark re-reading the Tonja Steele archives -- good X-Files fic -- I don't think I'm a super-taster, but I do taste things others can't. -- and lo, the Customer was Wroth. -- cordless bra. -- gender roles and stereotypes in the Harriet Potter series. -- my bookmark re-reading my May journal entries from past years. Anyone want to buy a plastic baggie of fresh mint? Cheap?
Raven, Eris, kallisti, shiny

Past gods...

I was hanging out with Figment the other day -- I think this was Monday, right before the Car Incident, and reading through a rare AD&D book of his, one with stats on gods (the one that's got the stats for the Michael Moorcock and the Lovecraft gods vs. the newer editions that don't have that after the people associated with same bitched about it) and I realized, where the fuck is Mercury?

So I asked.

The answer I got back: I was the god of your childhood. You've grown up now, and you've been chosen.

Spooky, that.
bondmates, sigil

Life, and things like it...

Since Figment came to the conclusion that I was not coping at all well last night, he walked the seven miles over here alone in the dark at somewhat after midnight. (Did I mention that the man's loyal to a fault?) I fed him pizza and he curled up on my living room floor after making sure I'd be OK.

We slept in majorly, and spent much of the morning (what was left of it) talking and giggling about things. The two of us are worse than an entire slumber party full of eleven-year-olds, and I say this having been one of those eleven-year-olds. We'd already stayed up late talking about religion, vows, and honor -- the sort of heavy stuff that doesn't do well in the daylight, though it was edging perilously close to daylight by the time we got done.

The discussion we had on Sunday about Darkside, and love, amounted to this: after one's fallen in love, one may not realize it. Either one comes to a slow realization, perhaps noticing over a period of years that wow, one's acting like an old married couple with one's friend, or to a swift realization, noticing that This Isn't Usual, what one's doing with this person, and why should all these odd things be happening -- oh, one is in love.

So I had a cunning plan -- I should not tell Darkside that he loves me, because that would not go over well, and everyone knows that. Instead, when Darkside should happen to do something around me that he doesn't do around anyone else, something that indicates his level of trust for me, I should point out (in awe) that wow, I should imagine that he does not tend to do/say/show/express that sort of thing around anyone else, does he. And I have a good idea of how to phrase it, and I suspect that if the moment occurs, I'll be given some of the words to help.

I did get some cleanup done -- the coffee table has been moved to a horizontal position over by the bookshelves (right where Figment can sit on it, it seems...) and the Tangle of Electronics has been scooped up off the floor. I have almost the entire area covered with area rugs, so the actual dread beige carpeting will take minimal damage.

I seem to have been lucky on the damage front, speaking of... let's just say that unless something gets more officially noted by someone more official, the maintenance witch may settle for taking it out of my hide in trade. I do like what I did to her office. I should write that up for future workings.
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College and Tea (odd dreams)

I was dreaming about a college, and some of the events for the college, including lunch, were needlessly complicated. Someone was complaining about being without a beverage for lunch, so I produced a packet of tea from my pocket. Of course, what I'd thought was going to be some straightforward bagged tea turned into a little box of exotic gourmet tea that smelled like it involved vanilla beans and looked like it involved pinecones. (Yes. Pinecones. From real pine trees. Not spruce cones.)

This all combined with a Thanksgiving dinner, the spies from Dumb & Dumber as landlords, the impossibility of getting a good turkey, the door being blocked with an industrial refrigerator for safety purposes and having to ease out to talk to the landlords from between the very close-together shelves inside, trying to blackmail the landlords into getting their duties as landlords done and get the utilities in working order.

For some reason, onyxrising, sithjawa, elorie and/or elynne (I think it was elorie's personality with elynne's username, which isn't surprising, as I had them the same color and they start with the same two letters and their name is the same length and they end with the same letter) were all there, along with Clone Name Super from work driving a bus with some other co-workers on it (he was in theory picking us up from the parking lot of one of those fast food burrito joints) and pulling the bus around crazily in the parking lot like he was just using the parking lot to turn around and actually had no intention of picking us up -- that's a clear representation of my anxiety about work, there, because I'm perpetually afraid that People Want To Fuck With My Head, and/or People Don't Really Like Me (even though Figment keeps pointing out that at least at work, what's there not to like?) so having someone pull that in a dream is only normal, even though Clone Name Super is one of the least likely to play mind games (with me) there.

Funky dream. Glad I'm awake now.

But that was really cool tea. sithjawa was involved with the tea somehow, which makes sense.