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Got to talk to Darkside for ... several hours. We goofed around as usual, and I got him caught up on some of the major things -- like the fact that my trip to California this past October had been to see my girlfriend, for starters -- mentioned the job at Hell, et cetera. He's busy. Grah. I mentioned how my aunts want to drag me out driving around the country this summer, which would be fun but for that whole job thing. Evidently I get on better with my relatives than he does his.

Votania's job came up, and some of the local asshattery. He mentions that unless she tells some of the would-be jokesters that it is Not Funny, that they'll never know. He does have a point. He boggled over the whole "Buddha is Satan" thing. Dawn may have come up in passing. We talked school. Bambi the Somewhat Obnoxious came out; he didn't remember her. In fact, he knew very few of my classmates, if any. His class group knew me better than I knew them; I was more familiar with his class group than he was mine; his class group knew me better than mine knew him. He pointed out that his class group knowing me was probably because I followed him all over school. I allowed as how he had a point, and mentioned that if I ever wrote him a note featuring "I'm going somewhere you can't follow", that he should worry extensively, but that this was unlikely. He appreciated the heads-up, and said that he would have otherwise thought that I was just moving somewhere and not telling him. I made faces at him, and mentioned something about scaring him off so badly that he'd move to Germany without leaving a forwarding address. He was intrigued; the idea caught his fancy a bit. I made more faces at him. I mentioned that probably half the reason that I was melting down so much when I was working at Hell before was because of job stress. He'd evidently guessed as much. He hadn't said anything, because, you know, it was a guess on his part. Graah. At some point I must definitely let him know that guess or not, I do appreciate his input on things like this, because I may not have realized it yet. I think I need to seriously stress that. I mean, he's Darkside. I can't remember what all we talked about, but it was nice and long and satisfying to have a good gossip with him.

The topic of Spotted Dick pudding came up; I wound up looking up a recipe for it. It looks half decent, actually. Darkside was only familiar with it from Shanghai Knights; I've known about it for years before watching the movie. And this is the man who spent enough time in the UK to pick up several different assorted accents! He dared me to look it up on a search engine, and I did: I shared my search terms and he told me I was cheating. So I got rid of the pudding recipe, and I still got clean "spotted dick" results. He told me that the quotation marks were cheating. I tried an image search on "spotted dick", and the raunchiest hit I got back was a fellow named Dick with skin problems. Even without quotation marks, evidently spotted dick is not all that bad a search term. I am provided with hours worth of giggles over the entire conversation. He told me that the reason I was getting back results that were so clean was that I was using Google, and I should try any other search engine for something more entertaining.

I mentioned that I should send off my notes to him from work. "On black paper?" he wanted to know. Evidently he got my notes to him bored at school just fine. This won't be black paper. He's such a silly.

His schedule is pretty much work and job hunting; our chances of hanging out together are slim to none. (Hey! At least a slim chance!) My schedule is school, work, and watching the Little Fayoumis -- on days I'm not kid-watching, I'm working, and days I'm not working, I'm kid-watching!

I shared my IDEs of March joke. It didn't come off quite so well, but my "tricky gnosis" pun did somewhat better. Evidently I am the only one who does not make noises of assorted terror when the topic of his sense of humor comes up. It must be nice to have someone who often gets a kick out of your jokes. Lucky man. ;-P

He shared gaming jokes. I giggled. He attempted to pry details of exactly what I was giggling evilly over from me. I declined, pretending to sound innocent. He did not buy it for one moment. I declined extensively, in the best fashion that I know how, in fact. He wanted to know what I was keeping secret from him. I told him that Mr. Shallow and I had in fact not kissed this time. That was not what he was looking for and I knew it. I still kept my own counsel.

We went on like this. He went from gaming jokes to silly flash, and wound up sharing some highly un-funny Osama bin Laden things. The conversation of exactly why I found them so very not funny stumbled to a halt when his mother got home. I'll probably go into that at more depth later. He'll talk to me later.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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