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I absolutely blame ivy for this joke that happened to me and wouldn't let go of my brain until I actually assembled it properly.

Enjoy my GenX humor.

Probably in one of the better possible ways.

So ardaniel mentioned to me about one of the latest "OMG women are getting cooties in my fandom" explosions, and Scalzi commented on it today, and now I'm pondering that some time in the future I might actually go to cons where cosplay happens once more. (I mean, it's been an age since I visited erispope and we used to do Dragon*Con.)

And so, in honor of all the misogynistic twitbrains who are deeply disturbed by those sexy sexy womens in their revealing costumes, I have a desire ...

... to cosplay a topless woman who wears a lot of jewelry.

By which I mean...

Pyanfar Chanur.

LOOK OUT FOR THE CATGIRLS.

(Note to self addendum: Boneclaw Mother.)

I wanted to note this down before I forgot all of it, and decided to do so now even though I am reserving emotional judgement on whether or not this saga is actually going to conclude this fucking year.

( About a year ago, I guess, we started thinking about househunting. )

IM IN MAI KITCHEN
ASSEMBLN MAI PETTYFORS

REAL TEA PARTY WILL HAVE PETTYFORS

(come the revolution you will have strawberries and chocolate
and you will like strawberries and chocolate)

I have incontrovertible evidence that, now that my generation is starting to come into its power as adults, it will bring about the end of the world.

I saw on the subway yesterday advertisements for ...

... the stage version of Dirty Dancing at the Boston Opera House.

Ten weeks only! You haven't seen it until you've seen it on stage!

Sekhmet the Transformer.

Seth the Transformer.

(The declaration 'NO TRANSFORM, NO CHILDHOOD' in the sidebar strikes me as oddly menacing.)


(From annwyd.)

So if I stay up too late, I wind up getting awfully queasy and feel quite godawful, which mostly leads to coughing up vast amounts of phlegm. Which I did last night because I stayed up about five minutes past when I should've.

This led to the following conversation:

teinedreugan: *stops snoring, mumbles something indistinct into the pillow* "... cheesecake."
Me: ... what?
teinedreugan: I said, you're about to drop half your cheesecake. Onto the floor.
Me: ... *hysterical laughter*
teinedreugan: (slightly annoyed) What?
Me: I'd explain it to you, but you're not awake.
teinedreugan: Mmmphle.

I did explain it to him, and suggested that he was attempting to keep the weirdness in our relationship on parity by introducing pointilistic surreality into the nighttimes.

And this one, just now:

Me: ... so, do you remember the conversation we had last night when I came to bed?
teinedreugan: ... which conversation?
Me: The one where you said I was about to drop my cheesecake.
teinedreugan: *hysterical laughter*
Me: Now, that's what I said, but you seemed sort of annoyed with me for laughing at you for telling me I was going to drop my cheesecake.
teinedreugan: I can see why, but it really is the correct response.

arawen reclaimed the barcode scanner today, so it is time for me to work on cataloguing books that the scanner didn't work on, which is the dozen or more boxes in the room here, the mass market paperbacks upstairs, and stuff. In the fiveish days I had the scanner, I went from 598 books (assembled painstakingly over the course of since-November-when-we-moved-in) to 1261 books in the database. Some of that was the scanner, much was upgrading the program.

I baffled teinedreugan mightily this evening by calling his cellphone while he was on the way home from work and declaring, "WE HAVE NO MEATS!"

I did not dig any holes today. However, teinedreugan finished putting together my raised bed boxes, and we extracted the dirt from his car and moved it to where the beds are. So I'll probably be filling them with dirt tomorrow.

I am amazed that my joints have held up through all this, though my shoulder was strained earlier this week (I babied it a day or two). I did, however, manage to injure both my heels to the point of bleeding today, in fits of spectacular grace and failure to navigate the Huge Heaps of Books.

Friendly Orange Cat has been traced to the immediate neighbors. I was chatting with FOC, the neighbors came out, and he immediately ran over to them. "He likes you more than me" I called to them. "Well, he lives heah."

Life is boring and domestic. I imagine I will become entertaining again sometime, but for now, my life is almost entirely composed of gardening and boxes of books with occasional brief interludes of other things. Perhaps as a substitute for being interesting I will, when I find the camera, take pictures of either the gardening or the boxes of books.

Have meats now. Mm, dinner.

And we will drink Smoking Loon wine and watch Wilhelm Reich in Hell in his honor.

Not yet enough alcohol for this, I think ....

(A thousand of bread, a thousand of beer, a thousand of every good thing. May he ascend.)

Do not give people with not-terribly-latent Discordian tendencies a box marked "Please give us any other information that you think we need, up to 500 characters".



In other news, I have my computer back and am thus catching up on my backlog. I will also actually receive email people send me now.