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Dec. 1st, 2002

azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Tried calling Darkside tonight. No answer, of course. Dispirited, I put down the phone ... only to have it almost immediately ring!

Darkside called back.

I am always delighted to hear from him.

He may have an internship now. Unpaid. Which means he'll be keeping his job, as well as being an intern, and still hunting for a paying job in his field. This will mean little to no spare time.

I let him know that [livejournal.com profile] marxdarx would delight in an opponent for gaming. The smile in his voice told me he was considering it.

We all miss him.

He's so very warm when he speaks to me.

He doesn't have his schedule yet for the week of the movie. I'll have to ask him again later.

I learned that he hadn't remembered one of his raunchier quips to me. I repeated it back to him, and he was surprised that he could have ever said, "Speak now or forever hold your peace... or in your case, battery-operated toy" to me. It didn't sound like him, he said, not unless he'd been in a very odd mood.

Evidently there are a lot of things that he says when conversing with me that he doesn't remember.

I miss him. I told him so. As is usual, I wished him sweet dreams. "...If dreams there be."

Perhaps fortunately for me, his memory of that song is not what it might be.

Rite

Dec. 1st, 2002 01:16 am
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Peace, tonight, and a sense of warmth all over. Sweetness, sadness.

Would that I could achieve the blank mind effect, but for the Word uttered. I do, before the height of the rite...

Someday.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Imagination & Honor. I worked so hard on that piece...

Gods.

Smut.

It was smut.

And it was just an essay about how I was feeling at the time.
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
Synchronicity's a witch.

It rather boggles me to discover that right while I'm doing something or other, someone else is doing more or less the same thing.

Cross-checked Something Else, and it wasn't familiar. So my hypothesis stands.

Hmm.

Dec. 1st, 2002 11:44 am
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
I am getting good at the dishwashing.

Perhaps I should attempt to do it professionally.

*snicker*

Lightsaber!

Dec. 1st, 2002 12:56 pm
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
A long, long time ago, in a galaxy far away...

...there were three best friends: [livejournal.com profile] votania, Darkside, and [livejournal.com profile] azurelunatic. And one of the things that these best friends did, in the courtyard at their school, or wherever else they happened to be, was spar: hand to hand, energetically, verbally --- or with weapons.

Or at least they would have, if they'd had weapons to spar with. Live steel was right out. Foam boffing swords were impractical. Wooden... riiiiight. So Darkside found three green lightsabers, the sort that glow and hum and sizzle when whacked against each other, one for each girl, and one for himself. The day that the Lunatic told him that she loved him was the day when the three were planning to hang out at the mall together. Darkside and the Lunatic went to his house before going to the mall, to pick up the sabers and the batteries. The three sparred at the bus station in the gathering dark before splitting up to go home. After that, the three were more inseparable than ever, and bashed the hell out of each other every chance they got.

The lightsaber was very precious to the Lunatic, as Darkside had given it to her. It was a symbol of not only their friendship, but the combative and spiritual nature of it. Sleeping on the couch, insecure and lonely despite the companionship and family in the new apartment, she slept with the lightsaber clutched in her hand, a tangible reminder of Darkside, and a weapon, in the event of an intruder. When she got her new sword, she slept with that as well. Eventually, she found a resting spot for the sword, on the wall, but the lightsaber stayed.

Like all things in this life, though, lightsabers are ephemeral, especially when left on a squishy couch, and an expressly non-ephemeral ass sits down. The Lunatic was Not Happy with herself. [livejournal.com profile] votania observed the commotion, and the bad results given by superglue, and donated her identical lightsaber to the cause.




The lightsaber went beyond a mere comfort-object and toy and became an Object of Legend, after that. Late one night when I was trying to sleep, but failing, because of the noise of Dude's game, but was mostly asleep, in that half-waking way that barely knows if it is reality or dream, I suddenly flung all my arms and legs in the air, shouting, "Lightsaber!" then subsided, giggling maniacally. I repeated this every now and then all through that night, until I finally fell asleep, after a long astral conversation, my half of which was evidently voiced. [livejournal.com profile] ralmathon was there, which was perhaps the reason I repeated the tradition of shouting "Lightsaber!" loudly when evidently asleep the night when he and [livejournal.com profile] teenagewitch were making the kissy-face in my room.

No one touches the lightsaber but Darkside and me, not without permission, and I don't often grant permission. It's become a symbol, to me, of our friendship, and the way we formed it.

Fudge.

Dec. 1st, 2002 01:05 pm
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
For Thanksgiving, I made fudge. The marshmellow fluff fudge, substituting 1/3 of the chocolate chips with butterscotch.

It is evidently scary fudge. [livejournal.com profile] marxdarx is terrified of it.

I made scary fudge!
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
This reminds me of something... or someone...
Draco had once heard that in one person was a constant struggle between his Good self and his Evil self.

Draco had considered this proposition at all angles, and had decided it was all a matter of degrees. For instance, Harry Potter's conflicting selves were probably GoodHarry and NaughtyDesiresToOccasionallyTakeCookiesHarry.

Draco had named his EvilDraco and CompleteBastardDraco.

They usually got on fairly well, and ganged up on other people.

They were having a bit of a disagreement now. He supposed it was all that bad Gryffindor influence.

from Draco Malfoy the Amazing Bouncing... Rat? by Maya
azurelunatic: Vivid pink Alaskan wild rose. (Default)
What bits of my backstory would people like to see me get further into? There are some "of course" elements of my life that I casually refer to that boggle people, on occasion.

I don't mind providing further detail. In fact, it helps me air out things and examine them.

So.

What history, issues, things, details, et cetera, would you like me to expand on? I'm taking requests...
azurelunatic: Dying Spock saluting Kirk through heavy glass.  (spock)
Called Dawn to check in on her and see how things were doing. They're evidently doing. Her fiance had the bachelor pad from hell: she is cleaning mightily. She mentioned in passing that I get away with a lot of things with Darkside that most people aren't able to get away with.

Darkside called in the middle of that conversation, wanting to know what homework it was. Explained that it was networking, not homework. Networking was one of his worst subjects: he was a programmer. His best subject was Sleep 101, after that, Sarcasm 202, and Scaring Other Students 333. Oh, and algebra. (Mmm, we learn yummy new things about him every day.)

His recommendation, when he learned that I was trying to get Red Hat networked with 2000Pro: Take shotgun, shoot 2000.

We giggled about his father vs. Scooby Doo. Evidently there were two pairs of boxer shorts. Darkside and his mother both like Scooby Doo, and his dad doesn't: there are many jokes on this theme. Darkside was startled that I'd referred to this, as he'd never mentioned it or made one of those jokes in my presence. Evidently he gets a lot of his sense of humor from his mother. (I conveyed my mother's greetings to him: he greets her in return, and says that he's not high.) It's nice, having those little windows on his life.

Oh, and speaking of 'windows': [livejournal.com profile] ralmathon and Shawn want to compare notes. Only they don't know it yet. Shawnyel knows of what I speak when I say that.

Darkside is sad that now that Dawn is in CA, our chances for an RPG together are pretty much not good. Unless [livejournal.com profile] marxdarx can play that character... *snicker* <insert bad joke about pants/wearing of same>

Mrs. Malfoy and I would be a very dangerous combination, humorously.

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