User Manual Note:
Intensive drama late at night while I'm trying to get something done = bad.
2002-11-20
Wheee!
I am sneezing my head off, wearing pleather pants (mmm... vinyl....) a tank top, and a velvet button-down shirt, unbuttoned. My hair is soft and pretty.
Anyone who does not want to pet me can go and stand in the corner.
Anyone who does not want to pet me can go and stand in the corner.
Harry Potter
Went and saw the movie with the gang. Fun was had by all. I, of course, sat next to Darkside. Spiders and snakes and Snape and Lucius and Gilderoy Lockhart (love love love), oh my!!
Watch past the end of the credits, if you go and see it. Not going to spoil that.
Darkside and I played Mercy, walking through the parking lot. Fun.
Watch past the end of the credits, if you go and see it. Not going to spoil that.
Darkside and I played Mercy, walking through the parking lot. Fun.
Singing
When I ride with Darkside, and there's a song on the radio that either or both of us likes, we wind up singing, more often than not. It often happens that the song's an old, sweet one, and it's often filled with significance...
For someone with an exterior shell like his, I honestly would expect different tastes in music, did the surface go down deep. I'm not sure what music I would expect, but I would not expect fluffy, sweet, 80's pop music for a man alone, standoffish, self-sufficient, and liking his ivory tower very much, thank you.
Today's song was Journey's "Who's Crying Now?". Lonely, wistful, talking about love.
It must hurt him to know that I'm as lonely as he is, and he's not in a position to help me stop being lonely... I know it hurts me, that I can't help him.
For someone with an exterior shell like his, I honestly would expect different tastes in music, did the surface go down deep. I'm not sure what music I would expect, but I would not expect fluffy, sweet, 80's pop music for a man alone, standoffish, self-sufficient, and liking his ivory tower very much, thank you.
Today's song was Journey's "Who's Crying Now?". Lonely, wistful, talking about love.
It must hurt him to know that I'm as lonely as he is, and he's not in a position to help me stop being lonely... I know it hurts me, that I can't help him.
Tolkien, toys
Am becoming more friendly with the evening lab tech the Tolkien fan. I feel the sparkle that means that flirting is going on: this is something that I am comfortable with. We both likely know that at some point there may be a discussion of whether or not to go to bed together, but neither of us is pushing the issue.
Heads-up:
Tonight is the first time since some of Ron's classes and some Database that I've felt like I really have a place in the industry.
Tonight in my Systems Analysis class, we were talking and hacking stuff out, and I noticed that Rodney and I have defaulted to team leaders. It's not planned or anything, it's just that he has the strong leadership skills, and I have the strong beta-leadership skills to organize and pull everything together, even though my technical skills are not the strongest.
I was thinking about that, walking home, how I do have an aptitude for this, and that I might think about taking more night classes to work with more men who are more professional and more skilled, more hands-on engineering types than day college students, and I found that not only was I thrilled about the idea, I was even a little turned-on.
I am addicted to engineering fields. There is something about the presence of a large number of people, all geeking in-depth about technical stuff, that makes me high. It's something about the way the air around them feels.
I'm rare in that I don't think I'm actually a geek, not really-truly. I don't have that level of in-depth exclusive focus on the technology that I find so attractive. However, what I can do is fall in love with geeks, and gain an excellent layperson's knowledge of the subject, so that I can become a translator, a bridge, between deep-geeks, and those who are completely (-clue)sers, as well as those slightly more in between, but still not speaking deep-geek.
What is surprising me is that I can lead, and organize, deep-geeks, and get them to see through the eyes of others: not only can I make deep-geeks see through my own eyes, but I can make deep-geeks see through the eyes of anyone whose eyes I can see through myself. And visa-versa.
Contemplating on this walking home, I suddenly saw something shiny in the parking lot. A nickel. Heads-up. 1990. Confirmation.
Tonight in my Systems Analysis class, we were talking and hacking stuff out, and I noticed that Rodney and I have defaulted to team leaders. It's not planned or anything, it's just that he has the strong leadership skills, and I have the strong beta-leadership skills to organize and pull everything together, even though my technical skills are not the strongest.
I was thinking about that, walking home, how I do have an aptitude for this, and that I might think about taking more night classes to work with more men who are more professional and more skilled, more hands-on engineering types than day college students, and I found that not only was I thrilled about the idea, I was even a little turned-on.
I am addicted to engineering fields. There is something about the presence of a large number of people, all geeking in-depth about technical stuff, that makes me high. It's something about the way the air around them feels.
I'm rare in that I don't think I'm actually a geek, not really-truly. I don't have that level of in-depth exclusive focus on the technology that I find so attractive. However, what I can do is fall in love with geeks, and gain an excellent layperson's knowledge of the subject, so that I can become a translator, a bridge, between deep-geeks, and those who are completely (-clue)sers, as well as those slightly more in between, but still not speaking deep-geek.
What is surprising me is that I can lead, and organize, deep-geeks, and get them to see through the eyes of others: not only can I make deep-geeks see through my own eyes, but I can make deep-geeks see through the eyes of anyone whose eyes I can see through myself. And visa-versa.
Contemplating on this walking home, I suddenly saw something shiny in the parking lot. A nickel. Heads-up. 1990. Confirmation.
Freewill horoscope...
Gemini, Nov 21 2002
Your first rule this week is to push with all your might to ensure the arrival of ease and grace. Your second rule is to act as if the only way you can possibly get what you want is to pretend you don't want it. Third, be aggressively sensitive and ferociously receptive. Fourth, carry out the most macho form of surrender you can imagine. Fifth, be so uninterested in what people think of you that you impress them with your authenticity.
Your first rule this week is to push with all your might to ensure the arrival of ease and grace. Your second rule is to act as if the only way you can possibly get what you want is to pretend you don't want it. Third, be aggressively sensitive and ferociously receptive. Fourth, carry out the most macho form of surrender you can imagine. Fifth, be so uninterested in what people think of you that you impress them with your authenticity.
Freewill astrology horoscope for Cancer
St. Rose of Lima (1586-1617) was so determined not to be lead into sin by her pretty face that she disfigured it with lye and pepper. Though you've never gone that far, Cancerian, you too have hidden or wounded your own beauty. You too have been afraid to reveal the raw majesty of your real self. Please don't do that any more. Reject the pathological notion that undervaluing yourself can serve any good at all. To seal your commitment, I urge you to make Rose of Lima your anti-patron saint.
Employment, experience
I think the reason I'm not freaked about the current employment situation of the house (not, un, and barely) is because in my experience, FatherSirs worked and Mamas stayed home and took care of the house and did pottery and other craftings. Which about describes things at the moment.