Back home

Votania got back in so late last night that I was already passed-out asleep when she got in. I put Nephew down for bed at 9:36, and there was relatively little fuss. He ate PBJ for dinner when he got home, was still hungry and had some hot dogs, and then later I commented on how cooperative he'd been about dinner, and there was ice cream.

He and Shamash played the game where you bowl the tennis ball ahead of you down the long axis of the house, from the glass doors at the patio end to the front door, and race after it. I had to remind him before that that there was no hitting of cats with pillows, that Shamash doesn't like that. Grr, Viking. (The Viking introduced pillow fighting, but possibly without laying the constraints for when and where it was appropriate.)

After the boys got tired (Nephew and Shamash are seeming quite a bit like brothers, even though one's a boy and the other's a cat), Shamash wandered off and Nephew started stacking pillows on me. We had fun with that. I growled from underneath them (I was too wiped-out tired to do anything else) and there was much giggling.

When it was bedtime, I supervised the picking up of toys (not much to do there; he was doing things himself) and directed teeth-brushing, showing off my filling to show why brushing teeth was so important. I'm starting to explain things, like FatherSir did. I don't think I could have become the smart Lunatic that I am had my father not made a point of telling me why things were the way they were. I'm just an aunt, but I'll feel happier with myself.

Nightmares...

Had a bad dream that I was at somebody's house for Thanksgiving, and had to give myself an injection in the arm-vein and in the wrist, and there were no bandages available, so I had to hold the holes closed by hand. I got the needle in quite well, though.

Someone, evealone, I think, was in the car with me, driving there, and I hollered to someone that I'd been a good influence on him; that his magickal Name had changed from (something) to (something else) during the time we'd been friends, and this was a good progression.

Ahhhh.

Nice long shower. Feels good.

Votania has a lunch-meeting to go to; I may or may not get/want to come along. I need to get myself dressed in any case. Mmm, warm water, relaxed body. (I was stiff, yesterday, from working out the evening before.)

Whose mind is it, anyway?

Votania was cooking some eggs for herself for breakfast. I hate eggs. She reached up into the freezer and pulled down the package of frozen bacon and set it in the refrigerator to thaw. At the same moment, I asked her if she could fix a fried egg for me. Votania is made physically ill through her complete loathing of pork. She was wishing that the bacon was already thawed.

Did we swap out or something there?

Peace and quiet

Votania's headed off with a pal of hers for lunch; Nephew went along. Marx will be coming over sometime today. evealone might stop by, who knows. So might Dawn, if she's not too busy. ralmathon probably won't be able to make it to the friends' night out planned for next Friday; I hope his date (wheee!) pulls through. He's a really sweet, mature guy, as well as being a computer geek and a damn attractive guy, and a gamer. I don't see what's not to like, but evidently the chicks at school do.

votania finally figured out which CD it is that's missing: it's the Ozzy with "Perry Mason" on it. (Did I mention that that song, and "Mr. Crowley" are two of my favorite songs?)

Geek toys...

*sigh* I remember when my electronics class made a hysterisis cannon. Don't remember what-all they used to make it, but the key parts seemed to be a coil, some metal rods taped together, and the aluminum pipe-rings that got shot off. I believe the other technical term for the device is "railgun".

It's really not a good idea for the electronics teacher to leave the lab unattended. This means that when some idiot left the thing plugged in too long, and a huge cloud of white smoke went up, there was no responsible adult available to take care of the situation... the electrical tape holding the rods together fell apart and collapsed, and the two guys who had been playing with it skittered away, yelling phrases such as "Oh, shit!"

Geoff and I sprinted towards the source of the smoke, while the rest of the class ran away. We got the problem unplugged and taken care of before Mr. Johnson returned.

It was interesting to learn that when something starts to go wrong, my instinct is to run towards the problem so I can fix it. Perhaps not the best strategy for personal survival, but something the species as a whole needs. You know, I might just be a Captain Kirk.

Amusing...

Near-complete strangers will ask me, now, how my relationship with my best friend is progressing. When I revealed to Dawn that Darkside possibly thinks of me like a little sister, as he gets grouchy with guys I show interest in, and guys who don't treat me correctly, without making a move on me himself, she put her head down on her desk and tried not to laugh/cry. Evidently one case of attempted sex with brother-by-courtesy (ralmathon being the object of my lust) in a family-group of friends is enough.

Shopping

Went to Sam's (Votania's friend gave us a lift there) and got groceries. Marx showed up just as we were leaving, so he tagged along.

We also found an easel for Nephew. Completely awesome: it has a blackboard on one side, and a whiteboard on the other. I will be probably borrowing one side of it from time to time to paint. Mmm, painting.

I also got three formal black long-sleeved button-down shirts, the sort that I wear open over my tank tops, and materials for constructing The Goddess Brew.

Owwwwwwwwww.

Ow, ow, and ow.

When we are cleaning our room, occasionally we will find pushpins with our bare feet.

Ow.

Huuuurts.

Before that, went shopping, and got a Lot Of Stuff. We now have a very cheap soldering iron, some wine, lots of frozen juice concentrate... and there was a sale on the Ben & Jerry's. Also, meat, and other staple-type foodstuffs. Mmm.

I've been beating off a migraine all day with big sticks. This time I think it means hunger. Before that, it meant inadvertant psychic attack, from somebody who'd forgotten to shut off a Cute Girl Magnet^TM broadcast. Pizza will be here in half an hour.

I read dead journals

An LJ phenomenon that probably wasn't anticipated is how people will die, and then there are their journals, collecting comments, as a grave gathers flowers. dawnmarie's journal attracted me because I saw it in the friends list of a friend, and the name was similar to the name of a friend, so I went and checked it out...

She died, but there is her journal, as much of her inner life as she was willing to let out, still there to read. People loved her. You could tell. People saw her pictures, went to her journal, left comments. I saw a mixture of comments: grieving friends, grieving strangers, people who'd just surfed in and left a salty comment about one of her pictures, not realizing she wouldn't be there to read it...

The thing I hate most about the idea of death is not being there to see what happens next. I always hated having to leave a book unfinished, go away in the middle of a movie. I want to know what people will have to say about the finished work of art that my life will hopefully be; I want to know what they'll say about my writing after I'm dead; I want to know how my beloveds will deal without me. I want to read all the Miles Vorkosigan books there will ever be; I will doubtless find new authors, new universes, to latch onto even into my old age. I want to see the direction the politics will take. I want to see how humans will do in setting up a colony on another planet. I want to live on the Moon for a while.

I want to read the comments that people leave in my journal after I'm dead.

I wonder what will happen with LJ, ultimately. Will dead journals have a freeze put on their comments after a time, to keep them from getting too monsterously huge, if storage space eventually becomes a limiting factor? Will my grandchildren, great-grandchildren, read this journal? If my parents survive me, will they? You can find my journal by running a search on my real name, both first and last, and first, middle, and last. Anyone doing research on me will be able to find my journal, with the right search engine.

Will people want to read my journal after I'm dead?

Holy shit!

After one slice of pizza, and one and a half bread sticks, I'm quite full. I didn't realize that my stomach had gotten smaller.

Votania ordered pizza, since no one felt like cooking. (It was a long, hot day.) She's actually more willing to attempt to eat pork as a condiment, as she was craving some Pizza Hut Meat Lovers'.

Nephew's feeling lousy. He wound up in bed, and we're hoping he's not going to be throwing up. That would just finish off the day.

Fireworks

He threw up. I passed one of the mommy-tests, and changed off with votania in hugging him and mopping up. Votania says that the one funny thing about the entire incident is that it reminded her that she has to water the African violet. He's feeling better and back in bed. He did manage to hit the bucket, at least partly.

Girl Talk

Azure Lunatic says:
Darkside doesn't call back.
Azure Lunatic says:
Not even when I'm stressing out over my computer.
Iroshi says:
You're not dating him, either.
Azure Lunatic says:
No.
Azure Lunatic says:
You do have a point.
Azure Lunatic says:
I am, on the other hand, his *best friend*.
Azure Lunatic says:
Pfft. Maybe when I turn him into a white ferret and bounce him up and down for a while, he'll call me back.
Iroshi says:
//giggle//

Mmm.

Even after the barf-fest, Heartless Carnivore pizza is still good.

No clue...

I didn't know that "Mary Jane" was about depression until I heard it this evening. Now that I've been there a little more, though, I can see...

Adam's heading out with the girls this evening. Cool for him. :)

No right to be grouchy, of course. I know I shouldn't be keeping things going with him, but...

Yeah. Idiot. That's what I thought.