Dayness.

Two nights ago I dreamed of making chocolate chip cookies. And I got up sort of gung-ho to make chocolate chip cookies, prepared to do so, and discovered, fortunately before making any state changes that were entropically directional, that there were NO EGGS. Grar.

So anyway, I asked teinedreugan to get me up comparatively early this morning so we could go get eggs. And he did, so we did. We had to be back at one, because tendyl was coming by to provide us with furniture (including bookcase space; said bookcase is now full of my religion books, the overflow cookbooks from the kitchen, my brewing books, and a few things on languages). We got back, put groceries away, and moved furniture around when furniture showed and talked about cats for a while. (My father called asking us about plans for our trip down there in the middle of this; we don't have any.)

In other excitements, Lennon decided to pull down the shelving unit in the kitchen onto the floor, which made a really impressive and intimidating noise in the living room. We investigated, and discovered that by some miracle nothing significant was broken (though the insignificant thing gashed open my finger), and restored cookbooks, bottles, spices, and the like to the rack. (I found the olive oil some hours later in my office.)

I wanted to call brooksmoses to wish him a happy birthday, but he got up before I was expecting him to so I didn't get the phone in before he got online, and it took some muddling about to get the call in edgewise. But I did it. Hah.

Watched bits of Sister Act with teinedreugan, found it strangely weird for reasons I'm not at the moment able to verbalise, but I do want a copy of it now.

And I have made chocolate chip cookies. And hot and sour soup (which also requires eggs) with extra mushrooms. I am dubious about silky tofu, but not as dubious as I am about low-fat tofu. And the grocery had NO SCALLIONS. Ahem.

Martial Arty-Fartiness.

lstone says "You should definitely come to Alaska to visit, if nothing else, Leo. I can show you all the best schools, and we can wrestle. It'll be fun."

keeps says "I warn you, I can put both my legs behind my head."

lstone says "Which means that I can put both your legs behind your head, too. ;)"

Vinci the Magnificent says "True."

oneironaut LAUGHs. Best. Reply. Ever.


Also, lstone says my Feng Shui character feels like a wuxia character. Yay! That is, after all, what I was trying to evoke with her. :)

Generalisation du Jour

[ dithering over icons, finally picking the hawk icon because the generalisation is about anger rather than because I'm feeling some ]

The things that get me angry -- by which I mean blind, shouting, explosive angry -- boil down in essence to variants on feeling that I'm not being heard, especially in cases where I feel that not hearing me is an actively made choice.

Trying to get in a "last word" and then declaring that no response will be heard enrages me. Repeated misinterpretations of points that I felt I had made clear can either frustrate me or get me angry depending on the tone of the misinterpretations (specifically, whether or not I feel the person is trying to understand or not). People doing things I find hurtful and failing to grasp the existence or validity of my pain. People responding to me with accusatively phrased non-sequiturs. People giving me things I specifically do not want, especially when I have explicitly communicated that these are things that I do not want.

Other things can frustrate me, aggravate me, depress me, pain me . . . but they don't seem to make me angry.


I find this both interesting and telling, given my history.