Catching up on miscellaneous life.

[kiya]

So, how about that new Airport stop on the blue line of the T? Some kinda fancy stuff. (Which is an oblique way of saying, "Saw brooksmoses off to the airport this afternoon." See how clever I am at these emotionally iffy subjects.)

We are . . . doing better. (Though this isn't awfully difficult.) I'm sort of afraid of what'll happen when the short-distance effects fade and stuff, but . . . okay. I don't know whether I want to say anything about any of this, and even if I did know, I don't know what to say. I'm waiting for him to call me to let me know he got back to Cali all right.

We went into the city on, uh. Saturday? Was it Saturday? and went to Mary's for dim sum. Then we walked from Central to Harvard (stopped in bookstore on the way. It had air conditioning, honest, no other ulterior motive) and went poking about, and the hippie store was open, so I bought a loose skirt and a wrap. Much better now. Unfortunately, the hippie store may not be there past February; apparently the funkiness in the area has dropped below sustainable levels. Hooked up with larksdream, blundered about a lot, came back home and made pizza. Hung out, talked, walked down to the seawall so larksdream could envy my within-walking-distance beachness. Wound up telling random myths (frequently punctuated with, "Djehwty! Fiiiiix iiiiit . . .!") and singing to the Bay.

Got talking and snuggle-time. I think I want to say that I'm not okay, the parameters of my lack of okayness are known things and currently known to be insoluble. I'm managing.

teinedreugan got home yesterday, and I got to sit between them and snuggle and watch him play computer games, which is nice and bonding. :} After going to the airport, I went into town to bring him the car keys (wound up hanging out in the Coop, always dangerous, but the new book looks interesting).

I'm probably going to see about picking up a day pass to the Worldcon on Thursday to see how insane it is, to find elisem and buy shiny things from her, and to go to marykaykare's party. Probably driving to Maryland on Friday for purposes of nephooage and seeing Dad.

"Blank" is good. "Blank" about sums it up.

Okay, gonna gamemaster now and try to distract myself.

Comments

[oldsma.livejournal.com]

If you'd like to be the first meal-guest in my new apartment, let me know. I think you have all my contact information.

MAO

[kiya]

Thank you for the offer. I do believe that we will be consumed by family obligation, though, so I shall have to decline.

[oldsma.livejournal.com]

Keep me in mind next time.

MAO

[larksdream]

doing better. (Though this isn't awfully difficult.)

Heh. I hear that. *wry smile*

Was great seeing you. I really like your hair the way you have it now. Was that the henna'd version?

And yes, come to WorldCon... opening party on Thursday night, I will be there all weekend, all kinds of goodness, plus costumes, and filking. I keep having these wistful dreams of getting into the filking scene as a performer, but have to find someone to teach me how to sing first. :) You have a vast advantage in that you can already sing AND write. *g*

[kiya]

Ya, 'tis hennaed, though I'm about due for another one; it's starting to tangle. (I'm sort of bemused by 'the way you have it now', as the major difference between that and high school appears to be, 'about four or five inches longer at this point'. ;) )

I can't write music, though. Gods know I've tried. I don't know how I'd do with teaching singing; I could probably give you tips and exercises, but not much beyond that.

Will only do Thursday. People scare me, and I have a nephoo to visit. (We've been trying to schedule the nephooage for about a month now.)

[larksdream]

as the major difference between that and high school appears to be, 'about four or five inches longer at this point'. ;)

Actually, I seem to remember it being shorter (and maybe not hennaed?) when you were in DC last winter. But I could be wrong. That's been known to happen. ;>

I can't write music, though.

But there are people who can, and who can't write lyrics. That's what I'm counting on myself. *g*

Who is the nephoo? Surely not your brother's??

[kiya]

I don't remember when my most recent hennaing had been last winter. I've been doing it regularly for a couple of years now, but sometimes I go overlong between sticking my head in a bowl of hot goo.


The nephoo is teinedreugan's sister's. Let's just say she surprised us all last year, including herself.

[larksdream]

Oh dear. A good surprise, I hope. *lol*

Glad teinedreugan is back home safely. Hopefully also brooksmoses by now, right?

[kiya]

He is indeed, but he may have left his motivation here.

I suspect it of being off frolicking with the furry grey clue.

[larksdream]

Did he see mine while he was there, perchance? It was pretty small to begin with, so would have been hard to miss...

[larksdream]

Uh, easy to miss. *sigh*

[larksdream]

Oh hey, marykaykare's post includes a pun competition... I told Pete he ought to come. *G* This is cheering. I wonder if sugar and caffeine count as controlled substances for purposes of pun contests... :->

[kiya]

MKK is cool, as is her husband Jordin. (Who is, I believe, a big man in the filking community.)

[larksdream]

Ah, well then I shall no doubt run into him... *happy anticipation*

[kiya]

Thursday 7:00 p H206:
Punday

A host provides topics to a set of contestants who must in turn make a not-yet-said pun on that topic within 30 seconds. When someone misses or repeats, they're gonged out and the topic changes.

Jordin T. Kare, Josepha Sherman

[baratron.livejournal.com]

*hugs*?

? because I'm not sure if you want hugs, or if they help at all.

[kiya]

Hugs is good.