Quips our mind repeats upon waking up

When you say 'servant of evil', are we talking the whole 'oooh, Great Dark Lord' thing, or are we talking just the dishes, vacuuming, and a little housework?

Evening

Upon returning back home, vegged for a while. Finally watched X-Men with votania and marxdarx. Sat on the couch and fell asleep on Marx's lap for a while. I've been short on hugs.

Patrick Stewart rocks.

Another reason to read Boy Meets Boy

"I don't like pain that's not caused by me!"--Tabitha

For future reference...

I don't tend to date, as a rule. I go out with friends, occasionally: most often with Dawn, occasionally with Votania and Marxdarx, and every now and then with someone else. The last time I went on something that someone might refer to as a "date" was back in December, and even that wasn't a date.

This morning, some random guy said hi via ICQ. We chatted for a while, then he asked me out. I don't date. I explained this already. I don't have a habit of dating random guys from the internet, especially not the first day I've met them.

Happy Birthday...

to you, Echo. You're damn cool, and my sister loves you, which makes you that much cooler. You're maybe the only other person besides Darkside who could get away with fucking with my Tigereye.

Chaos mages?

Um.

Say we have a standard three card draw past present future tarot reading.

Um.

I don't know quite how this works, but.

I'm so seriously going to have to test this, but I have no idea where to start.


You could plug in the number of the key to a quadratic equation, right?

Where the past... well... what I just saw is that

pastai + presenta + futurea²

I don't know how this works, or even if it works, but the tarot = plugged into quadratic equation is something I've seen very vividly in my head since the time I was learning both at once. Standing more or less on my head with my feet in the air describing infinity-symbols leaned up against the couch, I suddenly thought of i, and raced to my room to write the idea down before it vanished.

More testing will be necessary. And this is from reading only the 9 amazon.com sample pages of Liber Kaos.

Day: Events?

Spent some morning time chatting with the ICQ dude. Read Tonja Steele, then took a shower and headed for the Anime Club.

Anime club was fun. I missed some at the beginning, half an hour's worth, but the rest was great. I sat next to evealone, who has been out of school since Wednesday due to everything, including morning sickness, catching up to him. Poor boo. Paid my dues and got my photo taken for the ID cards that will be made up so that UAO members will be able to get discounts at participating local anime stores.

Love Hina was one of the series that we watched. Today's episode was perhaps the 2nd from last, with several almost-kisses and a nosebleed. I love love love that series, mostly because I identify so much with the UST issue.

When the meeting got out, it was raining in the courtyard. Much giggleage and waterskating through the already sizable puddles. evealone and his non-pyro friend gave me a ride home, and stopped in to chill for a while. Votania and her co-worker Clover showed somewhat later, and a good chat was had by all. After evealone started to feel too lousy and had to leave, Clover took Votania, Marx, Nephew, and me to Sam's, where we ordered a Spiderman cake for Nephew's birthday this Wednesday, and got some needed household supplies. After that, we stopped by Long John Silver's, and got Votania her dose of fish.

I have database work to do tomorrow, not to mention some further investigation into the quadratic tarot concept. Votania picked up a VHS copy of The Fellowship of the Ring, so I imagine that will figure somewhere into our near future. Delight! Happiness! Joy! Salad! Unleaded Irish chocolate milk!

Fwd: "The Meantime Girl"

Author unknown, swiped from crisavec

She’s the one you call when you’re bored because she makes you laugh. She’s the one you talk to when you’re feeling down because she’s willing to lend an ear and be a friend. She’s not the one you call when you need a date to your company’s Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night. She’s the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One". You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.

She’s not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don’t look at her as a "real" woman, either. She’s not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light. She’s too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by. She’s too understanding, too comfortable – she doesn’t make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does. But she’s cool, and nice, and funny, and attractive enough that when you’re lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she’ll do just fine. You don’t have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don’t have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve. You’re not trying to get anything of substance out of her. She’s not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she’ll give you the intimacy you need. And you know you don’t have to explain yourself or the situation, that she’ll be able to cope with the fact that this isn’t the beginning of a relationship or that there’s any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her. It won’t bother her that you’ll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you’ve been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you. She’ll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went. She’s just so cool . . . why can’t all women be like that?!

But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don’t because to you, the situation between the two of you isn’t important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it’s really not fair. You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don’t think she’s good enough to spend any real time with. Sure, it’s mostly her fault, because she doesn’t have to give in to your needs – she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to. But you and she both know that she probably couldn’t pull it off. Maybe she’s too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell. Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want) in a woman. So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.

You’ll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she’ll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.

She doesn’t captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd. She’s safe. She doesn’t want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room. But she wants to turn someone’s head. She wants to be special to someone, too. We all do.

She has feelings. She has a heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.

Anyway, yeah. I’m a Meantime Girl. Been one more times than I care to admit. I don’t know the reason, really, and at this point I don’t even care. I just want to let every guy know who’s ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too. A lot. And someday we won’t be around.

This is so very true. I was Shawn's "Meantime Girl" for the longest time. I'm not quite Darkside's; he refuses to treat me with anything less than respect. I'm glad of that.