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1995 to 2010 is fifteen years.

11:19 AM 3/21/2010
Brad/Cucumber: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rRhqHP6dY60

7:29 PM 3/21/2010
Blue paper and silver sharpie for spell diagramming.
Blue paper and silver sharpie for planning the raid on Bozo's.

10:00 PM 3/21/2010
My dear sir, my adoration for you knows no bounds. (Also, glad you got the package.) I will plot stuff with you on a regular basis. (Eyebrow-missing stuff, perhaps later.) (Magic smoke, on one of Susan's consoles?)

11:28 PM 3/21/2010
Meeting up with people was lovely wonderful fun. The biggest shock to me was the complete lack of unfamiliarity when calling to say I was on my way. All those hours we spent on the phone over a decade ago meant that the sound of my own voice is less familiar to me than the sound of hers. Usually when I'm on the phone with someone new, it's a bit of a jolt to hear the sound of a voice I don't know. Despite not having actually talked on an actual phone in more than ten years, my brain didn't treat her as an alien. Good to know.

Xander was still asleep when I got there. We chatted about this and that. On the drive down, you see, Mike and Connie popped into my head and told me something very disturbing and Mythbusters-related about their sex life. THANK YOU, YOU TWO. ACTUALLY I AM NOT SURE I NEEDED TO KNOW THAT. I of course immediately shared this upon arriving. It needed context, of course. I had, in a brilliant moment of foresight, loaded "James Bondage" onto the palmtop. The palmtop has a lovely little built-in speaker. You can see how this went. :D

Next time they are in SF, I should show them Borderlands, and particularly the cafe. This resulted in thinking about the problems associated with zombie composting (probably maggots in your compost), and alternative medicine (maggots on wounds), which, inevitably, resulted in me asking Twitter: "If you get maggots on your zombie bite in time, are you still in trouble?"

After Xander woke up, and after Xander got some food in him (and threw lemons, and threw his sock monkey, and we adults discussed how the sock monkey's red butt was a bit disturbing, thank you goatse, my brain will never be the same), we headed off in the direction of downtown Campbell. Emily and I had started chattering away nineteen to the dozen upon laying eyes on each other, and this did not change on the over-a-mile to the gelato shop, in the gelato shop, or on the way from the gelato shop to the bookstore. We spread out in the bookstore. Xander was very excited to be somewhere new omg, with books omg, and went zipping around. We commenced with the chattering again on the way back.

One could possibly start a surreal blog based on some of the things said to toddlers. Emily said that given a toddler, eventually you will have said all the surreal things in the world. "Do not bang the duck. Push the duck. Do not gag yourself with the xylophone stick." (There was a wheeled-duck-on-a-stick toy.) "Push the duck. ...At least dragging the duck is better than banging it."

It became dinnertime there, and I headed back home, calling the best friend. This resulted in a new possible moment, though I don't know if it'll fit in anywhere, and another new possible moment that absolutely will fit in, though goodness only knows if it'll survive the next round of editing.

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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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