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Nov. 25th, 2002
Furniture-rearranging, massive, going on. Nephew is playing voiciferously in the living room. He was pulling on the strap of his plastic shield to see if it would come off, and guess what! It did! It was broken!
When he breaks toys on purpose, he's the one who gets to throw them away.
When he breaks toys on purpose, he's the one who gets to throw them away.
Massive egoboost
Nov. 25th, 2002 01:16 pmwhen someone else says in a post: "Note to self: listen to Azure more often." It's like I know what I'm talking about, or something.
Which, in that case, I did, but it wasn't a knowitall sort of knowing, it was more of a "Oh, this is what you need to look up" sort of knowing, because I'm good with keywords that will lead people to the right information.
And I just did it again: accurately retrieved, without thinking, the correct length of time to nuke the popcorn for.
Which, in that case, I did, but it wasn't a knowitall sort of knowing, it was more of a "Oh, this is what you need to look up" sort of knowing, because I'm good with keywords that will lead people to the right information.
And I just did it again: accurately retrieved, without thinking, the correct length of time to nuke the popcorn for.
Phrases, seen much:
Nov. 25th, 2002 01:22 pm"The universe's way of"
Something's up, and people are Listening.
Something's up, and people are Listening.
They grow up fast these days...
Nov. 25th, 2002 01:32 pmQuoting the Dead Alewives' D&D sketch, Nephew just said: "If there are any girls there, I want to do them!"
He's in kindergarten.
He's in kindergarten.
Blaaaaaaah.
Nov. 25th, 2002 04:59 pmAm taking the opportunity to go through my four collection bits of paperwork in order to clean out my room. Not going particularly well: there is a LOT of stuff. At least I did uncover things that get to be filed elsewhere...
I may wind up sorting it all into its appropriate binders, but not hole-punching or sorting otherwise, because I'm just that tired, and there are four boxes' worth of crud to do shit with.
I may wind up sorting it all into its appropriate binders, but not hole-punching or sorting otherwise, because I'm just that tired, and there are four boxes' worth of crud to do shit with.
I seem to be finished, for the moment, with the cleanup. My floor is vacuumed, and three of the four boxes of junk are all put away.
I must, for my next project, get down all the binders, and go through them, and sort them, and hole-punch that which needs to be hole-punched. But that will be later. For now, all that shit is sorted out into places appropriate for it, even though some of it is random and left in the box that it came in, or at least part of it. But that box is a small one, and the huge box is sent on, with papers for Marx and Votania to sort through.
My room feels better, even though my shoulders feel worse.
I must, for my next project, get down all the binders, and go through them, and sort them, and hole-punch that which needs to be hole-punched. But that will be later. For now, all that shit is sorted out into places appropriate for it, even though some of it is random and left in the box that it came in, or at least part of it. But that box is a small one, and the huge box is sent on, with papers for Marx and Votania to sort through.
My room feels better, even though my shoulders feel worse.
Shopping, computer:
Nov. 25th, 2002 07:22 pmAnother switch
More ethernet cable w/RJ-45 connectors: at least two nice long ones, for the new Linux boxes, and what kind of cable do we need to connect the two switches?
Dig up a 6v +C o- power cord for the new speakers.
Play nicely with printer.
See about case/thumbpad for Inanna.
More ethernet cable w/RJ-45 connectors: at least two nice long ones, for the new Linux boxes, and what kind of cable do we need to connect the two switches?
Dig up a 6v +C o- power cord for the new speakers.
Play nicely with printer.
See about case/thumbpad for Inanna.
We've been having a little (OK, a lot) of trouble with Nephew waking up late at night and wanting to play with somebody. Had a chat with him this afternoon, and let him know that when he wakes up and talks and whines in the night, and Mommy won't play with him, and he gets sent to sleep on the couch, this makes Mommy not sleep, and not only is she mad because she doesn't like getting woken up in the middle of the night, but she's grouchy because she doesn't get enough sleep, and that means she's grouchy during the day when she could be playing.
That explaination seemed to have gotten through. He went to bed quietly tonight, and I made sure he went potty and got a drink of water beforehand.
That explaination seemed to have gotten through. He went to bed quietly tonight, and I made sure he went potty and got a drink of water beforehand.
I wrote a lot while I was working in that hell-hole. What I write in here is nothing compared to that. I had six-hour days, and I'd spend about half of that time writing, because I had nothing else to do.
It was lonely.
I can't spend that kind of time alone, anymore.
I'll have to re-learn how.
It was lonely.
I can't spend that kind of time alone, anymore.
I'll have to re-learn how.
I keep feeling that I'm falling out of love with Darkside, that these feelings are fading. I felt like that a year ago. I felt like that six months ago. And every time, I don't. I peel off another layer of that onion, but I never have found the seeds.
I do know that I will compare every other man in the world up against him. No one else has spent that kind of time with me. Eight hours a week, or more. Not only that -- he opens his life to me. He tells me things he's thinking about, not just about the ultimate coolness of the new anime or that next movie. He takes the edge off of his abrasive personality for me. Either that, or we've molded ourselves close enough together that his spikes don't stab me...
I do know that I will compare every other man in the world up against him. No one else has spent that kind of time with me. Eight hours a week, or more. Not only that -- he opens his life to me. He tells me things he's thinking about, not just about the ultimate coolness of the new anime or that next movie. He takes the edge off of his abrasive personality for me. Either that, or we've molded ourselves close enough together that his spikes don't stab me...