Dream

Anchorage, plane, out of fuel, family reunion in Anchorage, abusive cousin(s) (loser cousin and abusive cousin), getting to team up with the other women and making a pact to stop him, hamster as a pet and a free organ donation place, needing to get birds to control a certain pet by apartment complex rules... stacks of audio tape and the tape recorder from the shop, going to the library, this desk here for the computer was at the library...

Fang You, Fang You Very Much

Played Mercy with Darkside today. He showed me the other trick to it, the mundane one, involving how to hold the fingers of the opponent. Much bashing back and forth. He tried to grab my nose; I bit his thumb. I tried to grab his nose; he bit my finger. Fair exchange, general amusement. I'm being paranoid about my cleavage and his soda can, even though I do know it was only just a joke, and just the one time.

My finger still hurts.

ralmathon is still not sure which one of us is the sadist and which one the masochist. It's very easy to remember: Darkside doesn't like chocolate, which makes me the M&M's and him the Skittles.

Wow. Getting things done.

I actually managed to do laundry last night, at the expense of some sleep. I only got about five hours, which is not enough.

Darkside is being his usual friendly self, which means that there is grumping and the sharp poke-with-shoulder if I should lean too close. He shares the contents of his favorite RPG board discussions with me. He's a gamer and I wouldn't have him any other way.

Tired != upset

Darkside's worried about me because I'm putting my head down and not looking altogether there.

He's getting better at sorting out 'upset', though -- I don't mind the false positives when he does manage to hit almost every instance of upsetness.

Sex

From the guy's perspective, it's really rather a disgusting prospect, viewed from a certain angle. You take your extremity, insert it in her bodily orifice, move it around, and there is a mess that must be cleaned up when you withdraw your extremity.

That situation happened this morning in the cafeteria with Darkside.

There's an old saying: You can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friend's nose.

Darkside reached out to grab my nose at one point. We had been kidding around. Instead of allowing him to grab, I caught his thumb in my mouth and bit. He got his thumb free of my mouth, and put it up my nose. When he pulled it out, instead of grabbing the napkin that was lying on the table, he went for that logical childish alternative: my sleeve.

I'm going to be laughing about this for weeks.

CRon.clue = true

Shared my morning's interesting experience with Darkside.thumb + AzureLunatic.nose with Ron, who was overseeing Benes' test for our UML class today.

(DeVry now has a policy that if you teach it, you've got to take it, so teachers are showing up in classes now. Ron teaches UML; he has to take UML. He's in my UML class. Ron has a habit of demonstrating the Hungarian Notation for C++ by using proper names, such as his own, thus he gets called, alternately, Ron, CRon, and nRon, by his classes.)

"Sounds like puppy love", Ron commented.

"That would be great if he felt that way too", I huffed.

Ron went on a lengthy digression about how girls mature about five to six years ahead of their male peers, and how sometimes it took quite a while for a guy to realize that he actually liked a girl That Way. Patience, Ron counseled, and avoiding being obsessive. That's what it takes.

It sounds like Darkside and I will have Ron's blessing, if ever Darkside decides that he likes me That Way.

Real Blond

Mad props go to votania for being there to come up with this one together.

I was having breakfast with Darkside, and the conversation reached a point where it was necessary to question his intelligence. I carry my keys and my old DeVry ID and a few other essential things around my neck on a shoelace, unless it's stuffed in my pocket. On that keychain is typically a flashlight. All computer geeks need flashlights.

I stood up, walked close to him, and shone the light in his ear, wanting to know if he was a real blond -- I couldn't see any light coming through.

He snatched the flashlight away from me, and proceeded to discover that there was nothing between my ears.

Darkside Blues

What an odd, interesting movie.

I don't seem to have many other words for it.

It definitely provides some insight as to how my dear friend Darkside wishes himself to appear.

I did it...

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