Reading.

I am delighting in A Certain Slant of Light.

Am wondering...

Has anyone tried plugging in and turning on Red again? digitalambience instructed me in the arte of discharging the capacitors.

The words don't even have to be said...

...when it takes us at least ten minutes to say goodbye to each other on the phone.

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He didn't scream at me when I started singing "Goodnight, My Someone" at him over the phone.

Men...

Nephew drew Shamash as a boy the other day, when drawing his family. So it's not surprising that I felt the double-image of something more human over him just a bit ago, and still, a little, as he's sitting in the schizalounger across from my bed.

It's odd. I feel like Votania and I are outnumbered, now, a little. The fish are essentially neuter... except for the bettas, who are gloriously male.

Oh, and:

Apartment inspection happened, for us, on Monday. I was asleep at the time; they came in, poked nose around our rather tidy kitchen, and left.

This wasn't the story elsewhere... some redheads have tempers, and some senior managers are pricks... when you put a prick and Fire of Fire in the same place, there can be hard feelings.


digitalambience is moving into ralmathon's apartment complex. Whee! Happiness; I should go over sometime after they move and say hi. Oh, and I should make a point of saying hi to ralmathon too.

Connections

I'm still flying, buzzing, delighted by more than my fair share.

I have no coherent reason for why I am so transported by the thought of a man feeling that he's able to break out into any one of the songs from The Music Man at any given moment, and have me respond correctly. I get the strange and unaccountable feeling that he is delighted, on some deep level, to have that connection with me, that he and I share this common bond of the musical: he for having watched it more times than he cares to count, me for having listened to the sountrack that many times...

It's just a something, from deep in our disparate lonely childhoods, that ties us together.


Sign of interesting things: I'm losing interest in other men. I usually have a few interesting background crushes going, if I'm in love with someone unavailable, but this is just getting eerie. I have little to no interest in online flirting, and versus the usual assortment of local guys I have half an eye on, there's only one local (and perhaps nonlocal as well) man who has any chance at me besides Darkside. But that couldn't last, at this point, and both of us know it... so that's not going to happen.


More interesting things: he showed it almost only in his eyes, with her, the soft, caring, and vulnerable side of him. He shows it to me in his voice often. In his hands. In his words. He doesn't need to hide himself behind sarcastic and sour when it's just me. Not when I see through to the him that is him anyway.

I'm coming more and more to the realization that I mean so very much to him. He doesn't get to let that side out often, with others. I am honored, flattered, delighted. When others see him through my eyes, they hardly recognize him, yet I know it's a true reflection. Perhaps the truest.

Realizations:

It would take a crowbar to pry him away from me, should there be Need of his presence.

WHEEEE!

Technomancer I am.

Recognized Red's symptoms from some of the computer woes of digitalambience when he was here.

Some modern power supplies do not do well with certain computerly insults. Repeated unorthodox shutdowns piss them off, and more importantly, evidently charge some internal capacitors. If the capacitors are still mad at you when you push the 'on' button, the power supply fails to respond.

digitalambience used to solve his power supplies' problems with my favorite screwdriver. In his absence (he had something to grill for dinner, and I wasn't in the mood of offering him anything to entice him in) I tried the same thing. I saw no spark, but then capacitors can and do discharge slowly after sitting around a couple days to think things over.

Votania put Red back together and plugged him in: he works again.

Yay digitalambience! Yay me!

Evidently I'm overwhelmingly sexy.

I still don't get it, though. All I know is, I like sex, and I like to tease my friends.

Evidently this adds up to "overwhelmingly sexy".

That has to go on my list:

Must be able to sing with any potential lifemate. Not necessarily beautiful singing, but I must not shudder and cringe when they sing, and they must not shudder and cringe when I sing, and neither of us must be intimidated into silence by the other's singing.

Ahh, the delights of getting up and doing stuff.

I vacuumed. The whole house. I did my Management homework. The laundry should be out of the dryer. Tomorrow I get to discuss, at length, the subjective and objective reasons why I think Cox's homepage sucks, and why LJ rocks the llama. Goat, rather. Votania and I just dragged the schisselounger to the dumpster area, making my room feel far more clean and spacious.

I have mending to do, and two boxes of JUNK to sort through and file appropriately. I just tossed the last of the old bottle of lotion, so I needn't feel guilty about opening a new one when there are so many open bottles of stuff lying around. I've designated the nearest folding chair as my backpack's home,

Ghaaa.

The refrigerator is in dire need of my reorganization. Tonight, the precariously-balanced orange juice pitcher fell out and spilled all over the kitchen floor.

Things will get better, though. I have faith. In my brother and sister, in my own organizational skills, in the happiness of family... all of that.

Meanwhile, it's a mad world, and I'm making the most of it.