Dumped

Yeah, I'm officially dumped.

Dave and I will continued to correspond, but we are not dating anymore. We may continue to exchange pictures, to flirt with each other, but we're no longer dating.

Hanging with Darkside

We're sitting in the computer lab and Darkside is showing me websites. I told him that Dave had broken up with me. I am very quiet today.

Lammas

Great party last night for Lammas. One of my computer friends from school, a guy who happens to live in our same apartment complex, came over. We had bread and wine. There was dancing. The cat decided to hang out with us when we were all sitting around in a circle chatting, the cat was just sitting there on the carpet flat, joining in the discussion every now and then.

Nephew got Mountain Dew in his Elmo cup rather than the wine in the chalice that the rest of us shared. He was happy to have his Elmo cup and Dew, but wasn't so happy that we were getting something different. He got especially unhappy when Auntie Azz broke out the Dixie Blackened Voodoo lager and he didn't get any. I held out the bottle. "Smell that," I said.

Nephew sniffed the bottle, and got this expression of absolute disgust on his four-year-old face. "Would you really want to drink anything that smells like *that*?" I asked.
"What does it taste like?" he wanted to know.
"Just like it smells."
Another expression of utter disgust.

I don't think we have to worry about him drinking beer any time soon.

Dancing was fun. Sis started things off by playing a CD that always gets Nephew dancing. So Nephew danced by himself for a while, and then grabbed Sis by the hands and spun her around in circles. Then he grabbed me by the hands and we spun around in circles. I danced with our neighbor next, then our neighbor danced with Sis. I ended up eventually grabbing Alan by the hands and going very slowly; Alan screwed up his ankle back in the day, and it's still pretty bad.

For me, the party ended when I fell asleep, but not before a memory core dump on my computer. Poor computer. Hilariously funny, though...

Memory Core Dump

Last night, after the vast majority of the group portion of the Lammas ritual was over, I ducked back into my room to continue chatting with Dave. For whatever reason, mostly because Dave and I were still flirting with each other on MSN Messenger, I decided to take a digital picture of my face in a state of extreme arousal.

Now, please note for a moment that I was just through with the Lammas party, and had just consumed a good quarter of a bottle of wine, plus a bottle of Dixie Blackened Voodoo.

Azz was tipsy . . . not to mention still overcharged from the events just past, a warm gathering/sharing friendship thing.

This is why you should not be playing with magick while drunk *and* working with very high amounts of sexual energy *and* on the computer.

Memory core dump.

Fortunately I did not have anything important open. I laughed my ass off and told everybody what had happened. Don't overcharge the damn digital camera when you're taking a picture! Argh. Just the lust-whammy would have been enough; to have all that energy from the air of the house after ritual but before party-end was too much.

Memory core dump.

They all laughed their asses off at me, myself included. Even Nephew. Even the cat.

The Dread Computer Science Error

You've seen that shirt: it's got

Im a pogramar
Iam a programer
I'm a programor
I write code

on it.

I used to have near-perfect spelling and obsessively correct typing; correct on the first try or really not at all. Then, I used to spend at least five hours a day relentlessly honing my epic unfinished novel, something I still haven't gotten around to finishing yet.

But my spelling and typing are no longer perfect. I have taken one of the first steps on the road to becoming a porgrammer.