What goes around comes around.

When you have a deep dark secret that you've told someone, you'd very much like for it to be kept quiet, especially if you've asked that person to say nothing about it, and even more so if that person has promised you that they'll not make it public knowledge. Right? Secrets are meant to be kept.

What goes around comes around, chickie.

When someone else has a secret, and someone has promised to say nothing about it, then they damn straight will say nothing. Not even to you.

And when you disrespect that, and go off on it, that's what kills friendships.

And Furthermore.

If a situation doesn't involve you directly, and there are things about it that you know you don't know, sit and bloody well wait before casting judgement. 'Judge not lest ye be judged', I believe the relevant quote was?

And, for crying out loud, give people who are going through the emotional wringer over something that they bloody well aren't happy over their fucking SPACE.

*snicker*

From the twisted linkage of melcocha, a comic ... "Wait 'til your inner darkness gets a load of 'Yellow Submarine'"

Stepping...

"If we go on with this now, there will be no way back." --Round Midnight

If it fails, we may destroy something that means a lot to us. If it suceeds... well.

But is that risk worth it?

I think it is.

...He still says he does not feel that way.

So friendship is enough.

morning

Went to bed around 4:00. Remained awake until 4:30. Took care of some personal business. Played with computer. Finally went to bed around 5:00. Slept until 8:30. Had test in Management at 9:00. Finished at 9:35. Finished web lab and uploaded it to the server and got home by 11:15.

I can sleep now?

Learning

When I'm too tired, I won't learn. This will frustrate me if you try to teach me something. My frustration will make me want to hit someone/something and/or cry.

I don't want to hit you. Please don't try to teach me anything when I'm tired.

Finally got that through Skippy's head. Am learning the trick of holding up hand to stop overenthusiastic friend, to have them stop talking without interrupting. Convinced him that I don't want to punch him hard, but I would if he kept talking. He stopped.

Interesting freewill moment of the week:

Gemini

The astrological moment is ripe for a wedding, Gemini. It doesn't have to be a traditional union of two lovers, though that would be a fine way to satisfy the cosmic mandate. Here are other forms your ritual merger might take: You could get "married" to your muse; you and a soul friend might pledge your undying platonic love and mutual support; you could link yourself with a symbol that you want to serve as your guiding light; you may even want to tie the knot with your favorite power tool, animal companion, or sacred place. The important point is to fully engage your imagination as you marry your fortunes to someone or something that lifts you up out of yourself.



Cancer

I've worked hard at learning to love all the astrological signs equally. When I launched this column years ago, I confess I had favorites, but since then I've forged myself into a paragon of objectivity. Having said that, I admit that I still understand one tribe best: my own sign, Cancer. I've also accumulated evidence that the twists and turns of my life story often have parallels to the destinies of my fellow Crabs. That's why I recommend that you proceed as if you'll soon be awash in fresh ideas about how to reinvent your work and make adjustments in your long-term job strategies. Over the years I've often crystallized new career goals in the weeks before the solstice.

From comment: Aggression, Anger = Spine

Have been learning, Ari-style, to use my pissy moods to drag up things that are problems, and get all my ranting about them done then, in a forum where the words I say cannot harm, and then address the problems when I'm calm enough to make myself understood and listened to and not hurtful without cause.

I have been lucky enough to get positive reinforcement for aggression in the form of standing up for self (going a little farther than that, even) in the form of a cheerleading squad (Darkside, yay) saying "It's about time you stood up for yourself." Not particularly praising it as something extraordinary, but as something that should become ordinary.

It puts things in interesting perspective when telling the tale of what was, at the time, a youthful bravery, hearing Darkside say, "You really were spineless then."

The all-hours witch

I seem to be On Call a lot lately, either for general expertise in the field and orientation of the variety of n00b who will be a valued colleague soon if not already, for counseling, or for consulting.

My odd hours seem to be for that purpose, at least partially. Part of being counselor, or orienter, for insomniacs, is a touch of insomnia oneself, especially if there was already some there to start with...

I can accept input for analysis no matter how tired I am. I can give output no matter how tired. The coherency of the output will be affected, and the coherency of the input will be affected, but I'll give it my best shot, if Called.


My psychic answering machine's been flashing at me a lot lately...

Sleep

Conked out around 13:30, and slept for quite a while. Woke up in the middle, disappointed that I hadn't gotten to read all the responses to one entry that I'd posted. A dream-only entry, of course.

It figures that when people I don't usually dream about show up in my dreams, they show up in electronic form. karlita figured majorly among the people discussing whatever it was that we were discussing. It was cool to see her, if only in dreamed electronic form.

I finally woke up when the Viking got here. He's taking Marx and Votania off to First Friday at the Studio, and I'm watching mini-monkey. But first, he took votania shopping. We are therefore having stuffed clams. I've never had them before: this should prove interesting. Mmm, clam shells. Not large enough to make a shell bra out of, for me, though.

I still need to finish putting away my laundry. It's all sorted...

Clams?

Had stuffed clams for dinner, with mashed potatoes, rolls, and broccoli. I have almost all the dinner dishes rinsed and ready for the washer, when it becomes empty.

General notice:

Due to flakiness, I am not getting all my comment e-mails. Hope they show up soon.

Another rantlet:

Say that Anne is one religion, and Barbara is another one. Barbara does something that is perfectly all right from her ethical viewpoint. Anne gets peeved because Barbara has sinned, even though Barbara doesn't see it that way.

Um, hello?

*snicker*

This thread of Userfriendly is just too funny. Especially for computer/Lovecraft geeks.

More intensity

Working on "Absentee".

Stuffs

Was quietly drunken-witch voice of reason to the two goons hacking at marxdarx's poor computer. Suggested that to make said little bastard dual boot, one partition the hd first, then install Windows on C:, because Windows is a greedy bastard and wants C:, and then install the Linux on the next two.

My suggestion was recieved with no small amount of pleasure/shouldathunkathat.

I left the pair to their dirty deeds.


Vanilla coke, almond amaretto. Ice. Despite the high demand for these drinks, this is the first bottle of the almond stuff we've killed. 750 mL, of course.