August 5th, 2008


Memorial & Weenie Roast

Yesterday morning, I left at zomg in the morning, and was well early for my flight, given that the airport was not crowded, I had checked in previously, and I had no bags to check. I also aced security, given that my shoes were off, my liquids were bagged and out, and my metals were already stripped, and I had boarding pass and ID right in hand. They have little nifty UV LED flashlights to look at your ID now.

I filled my empty water bottle at a fountain and settled in with book and journal and iPod.

The flight was not quite even a quarter full. We could pretty much sit anywhere we liked, due to this -- in fact, they had people spread out over the plane as the seating as booked was front-heavy. I found a row near the back and enjoyed my view, and also Memory and thoughts of technical improvements to LJ. (Two things I would like: keyword-based automatic comment screening to be set by journal owner or community maintainer, to be used to combat spam, help keep personal information from being innocently shared, to create profanity filtering if so desired, and probably much more; and disemvoweling, the removal of vowels from selected comments at the discretion of the journal owner or maintainer -- an alternative to deleting or screening, pioneered by the good folks over at Making Light -- it would, of course, need a note similar to the edited note, that the comment had been disemvoweled.)

We made good time. I arrived at the Burbank airport. A little bird told me that it would be a good idea to use the bathroom now, rather than later. This turned out to be dead-on (practical precognition is composed of, among other things, common sense and pattern recognition) as the expected ride had not materialized yet, and did not for an hour. I eventually coerced my mostly-defunct cellphone (the prepaid one went AWOL, probably somewhere in Vash) to make prepaid calls, and called Guide Dog Aunt to touch base. Guide Dog Uncle materialized shortly, in rental car, with cousin and a dude who I did not recognize, who turned out to evidently be the pilot.

The park was located, and the end of the park at which we were at was also located. It was a Sunday, so the park was filling up. Guide Dog Aunt was there, and the other cousin, and Aunt-Fayoumis, though Uncle-Fayoumis was not (crowds are not his scene). Uncle Davy, the infamous Uncle Davy, was there, as were some unspecified other relations. There was an ice run, made by the three old hens. (We menfolks stayed behind with our books.) (I'm counting myself amongst the menfolks for administrative purposes, as I didn't go on the ice run and had brought two books.) The hit snack food of the moment was the baguettes and the hummus dip, around which we vultured.

Guide Dog Aunt detailed us to make directional signs indicating the event and relative location. This occurred. She had brought some very bright poster board, in a near-rainbow of different interesting neon colors. She had also brought crayons in a little tin. (I remember those crayons. Mama had some for us.) By the time we had enough signage, we had also collected some of Uncle Davy's grandchildren, the oldest of which seemed to be about three. Fortunately, there was leftover poster board. (Their moms didn't know that the crayons were as badly hand-stainy as they actually are, ha ha.) Many drawings of Transformers ensued, including an appalling (original, I think) bad guy Transformer who turns into a house, but if anyone goes in him, he Transforms back and crushes them.

I had thought that we had acquired a full complement of relatives. No. More relatives poured out of the woodwork, to the point where I couldn't keep half-track of them all. Highlights included spintherism attempting to stack watermelons (the words "splatter radius" were involved, but did not transpire) and the little ones trying to beat up balloons, follow strangers home, walk into bathrooms, and tear off Uncle Davy's face. (He has a walrus mustache and a short growth of beard, maybe a week or two along if not deliberately pruned that close.) I got photos and in some instances video clips. I made a voice post.

I wasn't prepared for when one of the cousins (children of Grandma's siblings) shoved a phone at me as things were breaking down. Dad was on the other end, though. I handed the phone over to another cousin fairly shortly, and got to hear half a conversation about Dad's 4th of July experience one year that involved a calf pie.

I got some of the smaller signs. They fit, rolled up, in my bag. We looked at the house that now stands where Grandma's used to. We may not have reason to come back to Glendale again. It's a little woeful, that.

I got dropped off at the airport and got myself a boarding pass. US Airways did something funky with the round trip vs. web checkin. I zipped through security again, same empty water bottle going through and full water bottle after the first drinking fountain, and settled in with iPod and book. (Familiar!)

The flight back was crowded. At first I tried to read, then, as my eyes were spontaneously crossing, tried to doze. There was a woman across the aisle and behind from me who had a small daughter who had the most delightful curiosity about the world. That was interesting. We flew through clouds that were being lit up from the inside by lightning. That was also interesting. Then there was interesting weather around Phoenix. Fortunately, after the captain told us that we'd been stuck in a holding pattern and to expect another half-hour in the air, we got clearance to land. After we were down, I complimented the woman on her good job with the kid in general, because the world does not reward good parenting half enough.

I let Myrrh know that I was down and what door I was at. Phoenix was actively muggy. Then I came home, and very quickly crashed.
_support, cameo

Little Bits

Doing It Right: more useful to say "As written, I don't think I'd be able to work with that, but if you did it like this and like this and like that, then I would be OK with having a feature like that" than "OMG NO I DO NOT WANT THIS IDEA" -- unless there's no way that you could live with it, period.
trust, best friends forever, snot-nosed brats

Dragon Slave

Darkside and I started bouncing email back and forth at each other rather early on during the day, and I finally made it over. We watched season 1, disc 3 and the first episode on 4 before I started having problems keeping my eyes pointed in the same direction. We chatted for another two hours over general silliness, and gaming, and tech, before I wound up going home.

The lights on timer going out makes for generalized silliness.

Mr. Darkside and Google are not as good friends as Google and I are. :(

Best friends are good, very good, to have.
  • Current Music
    "Jet Set Society" in my head, yay Alphaville
running, bomb tech

Tweets for 2008-08-06

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:
  • Tuesday, 0028: @fireflysays is helpful. I don't remember my settings off the top of my head, but just log in with OpenID and play.
  • Tuesday, 0950: @pheret1 Welcome to the new branch of evil. This is a good thing for those moments where IRC may not be ready for the random.
  • Tuesday, 1032: Reading classic HP fic, looking at to-do list and floor, which is mostly visible but hardly tidy. I still win at visibility though.
  • Tuesday, 1033: I don't see the sense in getting married to someone who will never want to hear about your Wacky Adventures a la bachelor party.
  • Tuesday, 1103: Nuisance call: 310 599 5636, vehicle warranty protection. Used their automated removal option just now. We'll see.
  • Tuesday, 1135: GHA. These messages are entirely too cute and silly. The two of us are clearly 6th grade girls, as we are neither dating nor married.
  • Tuesday, 1136: @idonotlikepeas OK, that sentence needs to be slapped with a fish of iron.
  • Tuesday, 1217: When I'm beading things, I need to think about a Silver Eyes necklace.
  • Tuesday, 1447: More floor visible. Current message thread with best friend: 64 messages, spanning 5 days -- 3 from 5 days ago, 6 from the 3rd.
  • Tuesday, 1502: @ursamajor Ha!
  • Tuesday, 1520: Hiveminder is for reminding me that I need to make sure the sex toys get put out of sight before the best friend gets invited over.
  • Tuesday, 1541: Attempting to move an old thing into google calendar. It is tough going as that year was a dramathon.
  • Tuesday, 1621: Got praised for my leet rephrasing skills:
  • Tuesday, 1653: @lady_angelina I would imagine to open stuff and scrape stuff off of stuff.
  • Tuesday, 1712: Into February of the Year of Drama, we are to hope that I can toss this after it's all transcribed. Bleh.
  • Tuesday, 1726: I really hate the spacy sensation that means I've not had proper nutrition. Happens on those days I'm reading/computering a lot, and forget.
  • Tuesday, 1822: Finished entering the Dayplanner of Drama to my google calendar.
  • Tuesday, 1834: @gameboyguy13 see, @norabombay has turned me into a (reluctant) fangirl of Justin Timberlake and Britney. Now that's embarrassing.
  • Tuesday, 1856: We're now up to 84 messages. Things get sillier and sillier.
  • Tuesday, 1857: @gameboyguy13 At least I'm not a *screaming* fangirl. I couldn't take that.
  • Tuesday, 1938: Nuisance call: 802 282 4394, more vehicle repairs spam. Used their removal option. I think this is the 2nd type of these. *stabbity*
  • Tuesday, 2046: We are still cleaning up sequins from the previous resident.

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