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May. 28th, 2002
Mixed Drinks
May. 28th, 2002 02:01 amNote for Posterity: Do not attempt to make a Buttery Nipple (2/3 peach schnapps, 1/3 Irish Cream) with sour peach instead. Bad Things Happen.
TTTO "Carmen Miranda's Ghost"
George Lucas's ghost is haunting my Playstation 3
Half my friends have seen him, plus the Scoutmaster and me.
And if you think we've had too much Mountain Dew and rum
Just tell us where these freakish bits of code keep coming from.
Don't put in your Tekken game with that mem'ry card in dock.
You just might see a bearded face and get a nasty shock
And if you try to boldly go where no one's gone before
You just might see some battle droids come rolling down the floor.
We sometimes catch a glimpse of him, on gaming-nights or days,
But when we try to beat him up, he laughs and fades away.
The high school's head psychologist takes notes and asks what's up
They've put us all on Ritalin but he still keeps showing up.
We don't know why he's haunting us, or just what games he haunts.
He only shows up randomly; we wonder what he wants.
Best odds say he's integrated with the cd drive
It's really quite amusing as we think he's still alive.
George Lucas's ghost is haunting my Playstation Three.
Not that we're complaining, with the game updates for free.
But now and then we wonder what it means for the sci-fi scene
That former great creative minds hide out in a machine.
lyrics (c) 2002 Joan Laurel []
George Lucas's ghost is haunting my Playstation 3
Half my friends have seen him, plus the Scoutmaster and me.
And if you think we've had too much Mountain Dew and rum
Just tell us where these freakish bits of code keep coming from.
Don't put in your Tekken game with that mem'ry card in dock.
You just might see a bearded face and get a nasty shock
And if you try to boldly go where no one's gone before
You just might see some battle droids come rolling down the floor.
We sometimes catch a glimpse of him, on gaming-nights or days,
But when we try to beat him up, he laughs and fades away.
The high school's head psychologist takes notes and asks what's up
They've put us all on Ritalin but he still keeps showing up.
We don't know why he's haunting us, or just what games he haunts.
He only shows up randomly; we wonder what he wants.
Best odds say he's integrated with the cd drive
It's really quite amusing as we think he's still alive.
George Lucas's ghost is haunting my Playstation Three.
Not that we're complaining, with the game updates for free.
But now and then we wonder what it means for the sci-fi scene
That former great creative minds hide out in a machine.
lyrics (c) 2002 Joan Laurel []
Morning with Darkside
May. 28th, 2002 05:22 pmIt must be summer, as Darkside wasn't wearing his jacket this morning. We joked around, talking. His nickname from work is "Evil" -- it makes logical sense when he explains it. He was surprised that I knew his middle name as well. I made mild grumping about my female appointment this afternoon, right after class.
I blush now, when we talk, every time I feel myself warming toward him, smiling at him, content to be in his presence. He's aware that there's something different. I'm happy again.
Today I teased him. We sat in lab together. A dude who knows![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ralmathon came along and asked me to please give these papers to him, as I'd see him sooner. I told him no. "After this class I have to do something evil." Then, turning to Darkside, "Isn't that right, Evil?"
I'd been calling him "Evil" all morning; it didn't dawn on me until a split second before I said it, what I'd be saying. I said it anyway.
The dude turned an interesting expression and hightailed it out of there.
ralmathon showed up slightly after that, with this expression of "Please tell me that I did not just hear what I think I heard, and if I heard it correctly, then congratulations Azz" on his face.
I explained.
After my test, Darkside and I wound up back in the cafeteria again. I explained to him that my being able to joke about us in a sexual way meant that the fact that we aren't together is no longer tearing me apart from the inside. This is a good sign. We began talking. Somehow, the topic of a conversation earlier today came up... I began to giggle. Darkside asked me why. I kept giggling. "Are you sure you want to know?" He kept asking, though, so eventually I did tell him.
( TMI ) Darkside thought it was reasonably funny. I made him ask me to tell him several times, so I'd be cleared of his blame for the TMI factor... he'd figured on the first one; the second one was news to him.
Shared the filk with Dawn and Darkside. Dawn was in stitches. Darkside rolled his eyes. I think we have a winner.
I blush now, when we talk, every time I feel myself warming toward him, smiling at him, content to be in his presence. He's aware that there's something different. I'm happy again.
Today I teased him. We sat in lab together. A dude who knows
ralmathon came along and asked me to please give these papers to him, as I'd see him sooner. I told him no. "After this class I have to do something evil." Then, turning to Darkside, "Isn't that right, Evil?" I'd been calling him "Evil" all morning; it didn't dawn on me until a split second before I said it, what I'd be saying. I said it anyway.
The dude turned an interesting expression and hightailed it out of there.
ralmathon showed up slightly after that, with this expression of "Please tell me that I did not just hear what I think I heard, and if I heard it correctly, then congratulations Azz" on his face. I explained.
After my test, Darkside and I wound up back in the cafeteria again. I explained to him that my being able to joke about us in a sexual way meant that the fact that we aren't together is no longer tearing me apart from the inside. This is a good sign. We began talking. Somehow, the topic of a conversation earlier today came up... I began to giggle. Darkside asked me why. I kept giggling. "Are you sure you want to know?" He kept asking, though, so eventually I did tell him.
( TMI ) Darkside thought it was reasonably funny. I made him ask me to tell him several times, so I'd be cleared of his blame for the TMI factor... he'd figured on the first one; the second one was news to him.
Shared the filk with Dawn and Darkside. Dawn was in stitches. Darkside rolled his eyes. I think we have a winner.
I'm sure they improve with age
May. 28th, 2002 09:39 pmToday on the bus heading Sam's-ward with Marx, one of those dudes popped up. You know, the ones asking everybody on the entire bus have they accepted Christ into their heart yet?
Well.
What have we here? Two people with the five-pointed star on. Hmm.
He mostly confined his chat on the bus to the two ladies across from us, who had, evidently, been "saved". He approached us at the bus stop, however.
It was one of those conversations (I did the talking for the two of us) where unless somebody's got a recorder going, the conversation isn't preserved. It started out as one of those edgy conversations, where he Knows His Duty, however unpleasant, is to Awaken The Heathen... only to find the heathen wide awake and staring right back at him and smiling.
I remember tossing the line "Oh yeah! Jesus is cool. Such an awesome witch," and the thumbs-up off.
"Witch!?! You mean priest."
"Priest, whatever system you're working in. ...I think he would have been Kabalistic."
"...??"
"The Hebrew mysticism."
"...??"
"...Jesus... was... Jewish...?" Some people. You've got to spell out their own religion to them. He agreed with that bit, at least...
We got a little into the idea of the Accepting Jesus As Lord & Savior thing. I explained that I thought that dumping all my sins onto Him was rather a cop-out; that I was rather of the opinion that I needed to accept all the fuckups I'd made to myself, as well as the fuckups of others, for He was meant to be emulated, not pawning my problems off onto.
This wasn't exactly what the guy was expecting to hear; I gather it came as a bit of a pleasant surprise. The tension receded into an interesting silent glow. Even in metro Phoenix, there are certain moments when the silence of the late afternoon overwhelms the world, and birds and the wind through the leaves may be heard.
He reacted.
He eventually said, "God bless" to me, and I, "Blessed be," to him; he wandered, somewhat refreshed for the friendly exchange.
...Marx and I waited until we were on our bus before we broke down giggling. He's only nine months into his newfound salvation; he'll get used to finding knowledgeable souls in some of the most unusual places after a while.
Well.
What have we here? Two people with the five-pointed star on. Hmm.
He mostly confined his chat on the bus to the two ladies across from us, who had, evidently, been "saved". He approached us at the bus stop, however.
It was one of those conversations (I did the talking for the two of us) where unless somebody's got a recorder going, the conversation isn't preserved. It started out as one of those edgy conversations, where he Knows His Duty, however unpleasant, is to Awaken The Heathen... only to find the heathen wide awake and staring right back at him and smiling.
I remember tossing the line "Oh yeah! Jesus is cool. Such an awesome witch," and the thumbs-up off.
"Witch!?! You mean priest."
"Priest, whatever system you're working in. ...I think he would have been Kabalistic."
"...??"
"The Hebrew mysticism."
"...??"
"...Jesus... was... Jewish...?" Some people. You've got to spell out their own religion to them. He agreed with that bit, at least...
We got a little into the idea of the Accepting Jesus As Lord & Savior thing. I explained that I thought that dumping all my sins onto Him was rather a cop-out; that I was rather of the opinion that I needed to accept all the fuckups I'd made to myself, as well as the fuckups of others, for He was meant to be emulated, not pawning my problems off onto.
This wasn't exactly what the guy was expecting to hear; I gather it came as a bit of a pleasant surprise. The tension receded into an interesting silent glow. Even in metro Phoenix, there are certain moments when the silence of the late afternoon overwhelms the world, and birds and the wind through the leaves may be heard.
He reacted.
He eventually said, "God bless" to me, and I, "Blessed be," to him; he wandered, somewhat refreshed for the friendly exchange.
...Marx and I waited until we were on our bus before we broke down giggling. He's only nine months into his newfound salvation; he'll get used to finding knowledgeable souls in some of the most unusual places after a while.