I have the girliest cable box. This isn't the cable modem hooked into my Cox -- no, this is a plastic bin full of assorted cables. Some time ago, I discovered that they actually do make a perfect re-usable cable clamp, to replace cable ties and twist-ties for most cable-coiling needs. I have a bunch of them in my bathroom. My cables are clamped in tidy coils with the kind help of several glittery, sparkly, plastic-flower-with-rhinestone miniature hair claws.
I view this as the sort of cognitive jump that comes with the artful combination of a girly or foppish fashion aesthetic and an engineering sensibility. It's a bundle of strands that needs clasping and controlling, right? I might have overlooked it if I were used to writing it off as a fashion tool. I'm not. I'm used to using it, and I was in a position where I had a cable, and a hair clasp, and nothing else to clamp my cable with. Then I was overwhelmed with what a perfect tool it was.
synecdochic has a love letter to fandom.
And I'd like to say, to speak out on the points of pride that are sometimes missing from fandom -- I'm proud that so many of you think I deserve moments of your time. I'm proud that I can write things that make LJ sit up and say "Yeah, that's how it is over there!" and smile.
JD's visit plan stands now: arrive in Phoenix the evening of March 10th (Saturday), and remain until March 18th (Sunday) in the early morning. So we'll have a full week with him plus leftovers for travel allowance. (He's going to be exhausted when he gets back to CA.) We probably want to do IKEA on a weekend (to allow for the proper amount of time wandering around in sheer wtf at it all), so that means one weekend day is scheduled up. If the renfair is opted for, that's the other weekend day. Friday evening is my usual boffer group time, if that sounds like fun.
I'm not entirely sure what the tourist things to do in Phoenix are. I may talk with work and just take off two or three hours early the whole week. I have a bit of vacation time. I don't want to blow it all, of course, but what's the use of vacation if you can't use it to have fun with your friends?
myrrhianna: Tin Man/Scarecrow: Unslashable. (AKA: watch the birth of a local slash fandom.)
Erk. I'm certainly cleaning. This means that there's dust. I have managed to tape the one crucial message off the old answering machine; this means I can ditch the thing now. C'mon. You know that most of you have saved sentimental answering machine or voicemail messages. Perhaps not from 2004, and perhaps not by holding your cellphone up to the answering machine speaker and turning it into a private voice post on LJ and then applying Date Out of Order to put it in the proper order of things, but ... you know, that's how LJ works sometimes.