These sneakers are made for walkin'

Took Adam with me to the store to get some turkey pepperoni and some grated mozzerella cheese for making pizza later on. He needed to take a walk and sort things out in his head.

I mentioned to him that I've noticed the pattern where he gets pissed at something she does, and then she calls and makes all nice-nice and cheers him up, and this lasts for twelve to twenty-four hours, and then he remembers what was making him grumpy in the first place.

He's noticed that he and she have some really different things going on in their heads. He wants justice (to report dangerously slippery floors, to send back unsatisfactory food) and she doesn't want to make waves. The situation with V's primary is not one that makes him happy: when V met her primary, he was married and he had an affair with her. His marriage has since broken up. He has kids. Adam is not happy at all with this situation, and senses she's been holding back things from him that he would be less happy to hear about.

They've got a deep connection, all right. There's no denying that. When you cut one, the other bleeds. ...Darkside and I have that too. Somehow we've avoided having it cause us all this grief...

Adam grouches that he's going to be mad if he learns that she's gone out to have fun with her other friends tonight instead of going home to sleep as she said she was going to.

Pestilence (or, why you should never go to the store at midnight drunk)

Adam was in rather odd shape by the time we got to Albertson's. Fry's right on the corner didn't have anything that resembled turkey pepperoni, so we had to walk all the way to Albertson's (a mile, by the freeway, from Dunlap to Northern) in order to get the stuff.

Adam was stumbling and giggling by the time we got there, very off-balance. He's noticed that ever since I gave up on Darkside, I've been able to interlace fingers with him with no problem.

We were about ready to leave when Adam saw someone familiar. ...Now, note that since it is night, and slightly chilly for Arizona, Adam and I had both put on capes. Mine is conservative: a little longer than ankle-length, black sturdy material, with hood; a silver-colored pewter clasp (small and tasteful), arm slits, and blue lining. Adam's... Adam's cloak drags a bit on the ground, it's got arm slits and a hood, unlined, and made out of very bright blue stretchy velvet. Adam doesn't usually wear this cloak.

It's Pestilence.

Pestilence is kinda conservative. He's a bit wasted himself. The brothers start up a conversation, mostly about real vs. fake tits. Pestilence has had a chance to feel both kinds, and reports that the fake ones are like groping a basketball, or somebody who's got basketballs as tumors in their tits. Pestilence claims a 90% accuracy on being able to tell real tits from fakes on sight. He twits Adam about the cloak, makes fun of Adam's long (1 1/2") hair, wants to know what kind of wood my staff is made of (oak), can it do anything (wouldn't you like to know), and can he hold it (no). He gives Adam $10 to get himself a haircut.

Pestilence turns out to be with a bunch of other guys from school, two of whom are drunk, one of whom is driving now, but will be drunk as soon as he gets home. Adam exchanges greetings with the drunker of the two drunk guys as I give Pestilence the update on why, exactly, Adam is drunk (date from hell, parts I & II).

Pestilence makes a date with Adam for Monday to get Adam his drivers' license. Good plan. We go our separate directions.

oh, and the allergies?

Not half so bad today, nor yesterday. I can mostly breathe on my own.

Whee! Delicious cartoonage!

http://www.washblade.com/forum/cartoons/dykes/archive.htm

Dykes to Watch Out For has to be my utter favorite cartoon of all time. Like, of all time. My friend Rosie introduced me to them (no, not rosalynde, she's technically fictional) and I've loved them ever since.

I'm not so sure my parents are crazy about them, though. Too bad; that's their loss.

*whistling*

I don't write music. I hear the spritely little tune in my head, the song that's playing when the dude hoses down the priest in Fight Club. I think that song will be sticking with me for a few days.

More cleaning of the room. marxdarx is here, having spend time helping his mother this weekend.

I need to update my resumé. I am cleaning my room.

We all watched Fight Club again, Adam, Marx, and me. Votania is helping the Viking clean his room.

random scrap of Joanie/Adam giggleage

Going through room, finding things on papers. tossing or saving and categorizing.

From a silly conversation Adam and I had about a Star Wars breakfast cereal:

Lucky Stars! (They're Forcefully delicious!) "I'd stand in line for three days for a bowl of these!"

"Dragon's blood" drink

as told to me by my former cow-orker Motley:

everclear
cranberry juice
artificial sweetener

SA plot bunnies, free for the adoption (courtesy Motley)

Young Yoda on a date
SA: High School Prom
SA: High School Reunion

User Manual (how to get along with the Lunatic)

1. I don't smoke and you won't either. This should not be a problem. The occasional clove is okay; incense is okay; I'll tell you if I'm having a problem.



2. I have friends. They are night people and we can be noisy. Since my friends are often your friends, and I have to sleep too, this should not be a problem.

( probably only of use if you know me... )