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My cunning mission to deliver the Christmas package to Darkside was a success. A giggling, lightsabrey success.

Had to clean up after work and fill the gas tank before actually going out there. I take longer primping than I thought I do, especially when it's him and I'm still a little disoriented after work. I really do need to make myself a driving mix.

I got there an hour later, rang the doorbell ... and nothing happened. I tried ringing again, then knocking on the new security screendoor. I turned the cellphone back on (I'd turned it off so that I would absolutely not be interrupted throughout this) and called. "Do you know if your doorbell's broken?"

We exchanged gifts. He got the Lord of the Rings: Return of the King PC game in a large dice bag. (Target: dollar section drawstring wine bag. Looks like a dice bag to me!) I got a movie store gift card. He belatedly realized that I don't tend to watch movies; I reassured him that I actually do on occasion.

Geekboy's idea of Great Fun to be had by all was a Star Wars fan films DVD he'd picked up at GenCon. Words do a very incomplete expression of all the excessively geeky love I had for him at that point. But before he started the first one, I excused myself to the restroom (an hour drive after work plus a fan film is not a good combination) and my leaving the room inspired him to remember that the better ones are really on theforce.net, and that a foray into the office would be a good plan.

He booted up the family computer. XP. I saw the login name [Lucius]. He hit OK without typing in a password. I fairly shrieked at him about security. He rolled his eyes. "I know. Don't lecture me, lecture my dad. I keep trying to tell him, but he won't listen."

I popped out of the computer room and inquired (slightly stridently) what the man meant by having an admin login without password on a 'net-enabled computer. I got a lot of shrug and a lot more empty stare. I huffed back in, convinced once again that the man is impossible. (And yet father and son are so much alike. I love it.)

We watched Jedi Hunter, Sith Apprentice, and I think maybe one more thing before the constant errors with the computers (internet freezing, computer freezing, browser crashing, and all the things you get with a seriously buggy pc -- or two: we swapped over to his dad's laptop when the desktop didn't work, and it did Bad Things too -- when the root source of the problem is somewhere between the keyboard and the chair.

OMG my bondmate needs a computer of his own.

After that, fan films from the DVD. He was hogging the pillow and refused to share his shoulder as a pillow. Brat. :) (His room has no seating save for the bed, but that has plenty of sprawl-space, so that's what we do.

I wound up going home after two blissful hours. That was just what I needed to reset myself. He probably needed a friend about too. I wonder if I could persuade him to make this a weekly appointment while I'm car-sitting: an appointment featuring the car, me, him, his massive media setup, and the crucial movies he feels I absolutely must see. Because while I hate to watch a movie alone, I'm often up for a good movie with a best friend. Especially with the sort of best friend who does snarky commentary. Yum.
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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