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I've got a Bad Feeling about this...
Oct. 27th, 2002 12:44 amThe Bad Feeling hit me and Adam about 12:30 tonight. Deja-vu hit Adam around 7 pm, triple dejavu.
Any pings?
Any pings?
Oct. 27th, 2002
All is good.
Oct. 27th, 2002 03:51 amFelt very uneasy, closed up house, strolled around apartment complex, went and talked with Hair Guy. Localized it to either something coming from Votania, something coming from a friend of Adam's, or something right *ping* there in the trailer park next door.
Continued our stroll, and wound up at Denny's.
Continued our stroll, and wound up at Denny's.
Alarm Clock
Oct. 27th, 2002 10:25 amThis morning, we discovered that my new alarm clock is an idiot.
Rather, we discovered that my new alarm clock, being a nice, shiny, new device, and enabled with what time zone you're in, and so forth, will change to the appropriate time for Daylight Savings Time automatically, without anything that resembles an option to turn it off. I can switch time zones, of course, but that's hardly an elegant solution. I should write the manufacturer.
[In an aside, I just got a spam from "Upgrade Notificator". Notificator? O...kay.]
Rather, we discovered that my new alarm clock, being a nice, shiny, new device, and enabled with what time zone you're in, and so forth, will change to the appropriate time for Daylight Savings Time automatically, without anything that resembles an option to turn it off. I can switch time zones, of course, but that's hardly an elegant solution. I should write the manufacturer.
[In an aside, I just got a spam from "Upgrade Notificator". Notificator? O...kay.]
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digitalambience walked me home after I went shopping, as he was getting off work just then. We started Tigereye up in Safe Mode. Sure enough, the fucking firewall didn't start, and we were able to successfully uninstall it, because it was not running. Ha! After that, I installed Trillian, and I really need to remember my ICQ password, as I evidently have it ever-so-wrong.
It's a delight, having Trillian up and working. I have it programmed to make some of my same happy sounds for things; we'll see how things go with it. I remember loving it when I was using the very very slow computer.
Mirror of Erised
Oct. 27th, 2002 10:46 amVotania sent me a cute card. Kitten, mirror, lion in mirror.
Emotion, expression. (from a comment)
Oct. 27th, 2002 12:53 pmDarkside's not very good at all about expressing emotion. If emotion carried better over LJ, you'd have seen the huge grin I had throughout the exchange.
He accepted the rose when I held it out to him when he walked off the stage, and he held it all throughout the rest of the ceremony. He -- well, I wouldn't call it "smiled", but he got the look in his eyes that meant that he was overflowing with emotion and had no way to express it. Someone else might have been grinning ear to ear with tears pouring out of their eyes. That's not the way Darkside reacts, though.
I don't know if he's ever been given flowers before. This may well have been the first time that someone has. I was the one who had to let him know (a few days before Valentine's Day) that an ideal way of expressing the emotions he had on that day would be to get one's girlfriend roses. It's just not a thought that would have occurred to him on his own. So he did, and she loved them, and happy communication was achieved. I seriously doubt that anyone has given him a rose before.
Darkside only hits me over the head as a sign of affection. We have a very elementary-school relationship. Jumping back a year in my journal, Darkside and I clobbered each other, nerve-pinched each other, hit each other over the head, played Mercy without mercy, arm-wrestled, slugged each other in the arm or stomach casually... People at school tend to get alarmed with us, if we're playing like we normally do, if they don't know us or the way we relate to each other. One amusing morning, when he and I were playing Mercy, strangling each other, and practicing nerve grabs, someone commented on us trying to kill each other. We simultaneously said that no, if we had been trying to kill each other, one or both of us would be seriously dead or hurt. It's a delight beyond words to be able to play like that with someone, knowing that if ever I'm uncomfortable with something, or he's uncomfortable, that we'll immediately stop and make sure everything is all right. He would never, ever harm me, so scrapes and bruises gathered by accident playing are nothing to worry over. Soccer practice and theatre left me with worse.
Darkside's not comfortable with hugging as a casual show of affection. He's told me this many times. He only ever touches me gently or tenderly if I appear to be hurt in some way. Otherwise, if he wants to touch me, he hits me: not hard enough to seriously hurt or injure, but hard enough to be felt, noticed, and appreciated, maybe sting a little for a few moments. He does tap me on the arm to get my attention, these days; we're calming down from the earlier violence, but when nothing else will serve to express something, he still whacks me over the head.
He was grinning ear-to-ear when he whacked me on the head with the rose, and I was grinning just as hard. The rose, being still mostly a bud, was uninjured. (I may have to be sneaky and ask his mom what did happen to the rose after he got home, at some point. I suspect that it's either on display in a central location of the house, or that it's tucked away in his room somewhere visible, safe, or both.) It was a confirmation. He accepted the rose, and he acknowledged that yes, I knew him, and how he reacts to these things.
If he'd refused to take the rose from my hands, it would have crushed me, but he would have been perfectly within the bounds of our friendship for him not to. If he'd taken the rose, and not clobbered me over the head with it when I told him about the debate over whether he would clobber me with it or not, it would have been a sign of not caring, or denying that I knew him as well as I do. But he took the rose, accepting what I was giving him even though it was perhaps too romantic a gesture for our friendship as it stands, and bonked me on the head with it after I told him about the debate over it, thus giving him implicit permission to show his appreciation for it and the love and caring that it symbolized through the usual channels, ie, bonking me on the head.
He accepted the rose when I held it out to him when he walked off the stage, and he held it all throughout the rest of the ceremony. He -- well, I wouldn't call it "smiled", but he got the look in his eyes that meant that he was overflowing with emotion and had no way to express it. Someone else might have been grinning ear to ear with tears pouring out of their eyes. That's not the way Darkside reacts, though.
I don't know if he's ever been given flowers before. This may well have been the first time that someone has. I was the one who had to let him know (a few days before Valentine's Day) that an ideal way of expressing the emotions he had on that day would be to get one's girlfriend roses. It's just not a thought that would have occurred to him on his own. So he did, and she loved them, and happy communication was achieved. I seriously doubt that anyone has given him a rose before.
Darkside only hits me over the head as a sign of affection. We have a very elementary-school relationship. Jumping back a year in my journal, Darkside and I clobbered each other, nerve-pinched each other, hit each other over the head, played Mercy without mercy, arm-wrestled, slugged each other in the arm or stomach casually... People at school tend to get alarmed with us, if we're playing like we normally do, if they don't know us or the way we relate to each other. One amusing morning, when he and I were playing Mercy, strangling each other, and practicing nerve grabs, someone commented on us trying to kill each other. We simultaneously said that no, if we had been trying to kill each other, one or both of us would be seriously dead or hurt. It's a delight beyond words to be able to play like that with someone, knowing that if ever I'm uncomfortable with something, or he's uncomfortable, that we'll immediately stop and make sure everything is all right. He would never, ever harm me, so scrapes and bruises gathered by accident playing are nothing to worry over. Soccer practice and theatre left me with worse.
Darkside's not comfortable with hugging as a casual show of affection. He's told me this many times. He only ever touches me gently or tenderly if I appear to be hurt in some way. Otherwise, if he wants to touch me, he hits me: not hard enough to seriously hurt or injure, but hard enough to be felt, noticed, and appreciated, maybe sting a little for a few moments. He does tap me on the arm to get my attention, these days; we're calming down from the earlier violence, but when nothing else will serve to express something, he still whacks me over the head.
He was grinning ear-to-ear when he whacked me on the head with the rose, and I was grinning just as hard. The rose, being still mostly a bud, was uninjured. (I may have to be sneaky and ask his mom what did happen to the rose after he got home, at some point. I suspect that it's either on display in a central location of the house, or that it's tucked away in his room somewhere visible, safe, or both.) It was a confirmation. He accepted the rose, and he acknowledged that yes, I knew him, and how he reacts to these things.
If he'd refused to take the rose from my hands, it would have crushed me, but he would have been perfectly within the bounds of our friendship for him not to. If he'd taken the rose, and not clobbered me over the head with it when I told him about the debate over whether he would clobber me with it or not, it would have been a sign of not caring, or denying that I knew him as well as I do. But he took the rose, accepting what I was giving him even though it was perhaps too romantic a gesture for our friendship as it stands, and bonked me on the head with it after I told him about the debate over it, thus giving him implicit permission to show his appreciation for it and the love and caring that it symbolized through the usual channels, ie, bonking me on the head.
Happy Lunatic.
Oct. 27th, 2002 02:10 pmI have the window and the glass doors open, and all is right with the house, pretty much. Well, there's still the vacuuming, but that's understandably delayed. My father and I are happily corresponding, and LJ is working; all my programs are working, for that matter. I am mastering Trillian, and have stumbled upon the secret of solving something that had been annoying me: all I have to do is ask the main program to attach itself to a container, and I can alt + tab to it!
The dishes are washing, and the new dish soap bucket fits below the sink where it belongs; the lid to one of the blue plastic mixing bowls has been put on the cat food in lieu of the bucket of dishwasher detergent; I think that having an open bucket of automatic dishwasher detergent on top of the cat food is just asking for trouble, so I'm not going to ask for trouble. The old box ran out. Now all we have to do is keep tabs on how much dish soap we have to make sure we get another of the mondo buckets before we run out of this one.
I got my vitamins, my BC pill, and brushed/flossed/fluoride-rinsed my teeth as is right and proper. Yay me! Has the St. John's Wort been doing things to my mood of late? I haven't noticed any abnormalities, which is a good sign. Getting back into the habit of taking care of myself after I've gone out of it is a bit stiff. I've managed to make myself take my vitamins & St. John's Wort & herbs by having them all set out for me when I wake up and wander into the bathroom. It used to just be the BC pill. Now, if I can just convince myself to brush teeth, floss teeth, and do the damn mouthwash thing (which is less revolting than the paste goo), then I'll be relatively good.
The dishes are washing, and the new dish soap bucket fits below the sink where it belongs; the lid to one of the blue plastic mixing bowls has been put on the cat food in lieu of the bucket of dishwasher detergent; I think that having an open bucket of automatic dishwasher detergent on top of the cat food is just asking for trouble, so I'm not going to ask for trouble. The old box ran out. Now all we have to do is keep tabs on how much dish soap we have to make sure we get another of the mondo buckets before we run out of this one.
I got my vitamins, my BC pill, and brushed/flossed/fluoride-rinsed my teeth as is right and proper. Yay me! Has the St. John's Wort been doing things to my mood of late? I haven't noticed any abnormalities, which is a good sign. Getting back into the habit of taking care of myself after I've gone out of it is a bit stiff. I've managed to make myself take my vitamins & St. John's Wort & herbs by having them all set out for me when I wake up and wander into the bathroom. It used to just be the BC pill. Now, if I can just convince myself to brush teeth, floss teeth, and do the damn mouthwash thing (which is less revolting than the paste goo), then I'll be relatively good.
"I've Got A Bad Feeling About This"...
Oct. 27th, 2002 09:04 pmDiscussions...
Did a reading on the current situation, Past Present Future:
Two of Wands Reversed
Eight of Wands
Nine of Pentacles Reversed.
But what bad or not-good advice was that? And which recognition or status will be lost or not gained? And the time-frame: very soon.
Did a reading on the current situation, Past Present Future:
Two of Wands Reversed
Eight of Wands
Nine of Pentacles Reversed.
But what bad or not-good advice was that? And which recognition or status will be lost or not gained? And the time-frame: very soon.
I am now informed that the guy that digitalambience and I talked to last night has a livejournal! Welcoming jedi_rezboy to those I list as friends.
digitalambience and I talked to last night has a livejournal! Welcoming jedi_rezboy to those I list as friends.