Dec. 7th, 2002
Called Darkside this morning to let him know stuff. He's waiting for an important phone call. Asked him when a good time to call back was. He asked me had hell frozen over yet, then immediately let me know he was joking, and calling him when he got home from work around nine might be a good maneuver.
Nice to hear his voice. He was smiling throughout the exchange. I don't see that smile on him so often anymore. It's his "I have a friend" smile.
Nice to hear his voice. He was smiling throughout the exchange. I don't see that smile on him so often anymore. It's his "I have a friend" smile.
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We were both pretty zonked, so I laid out the cushions that used to belong to the couch there on the floor for him, where he crashed, and I took the bed.
In the BS section, I did come up with an idea: try to re-create Brainwash soda. From a home-brew perspective. The implications are eerie.
We also discussed what to give the older two of Nephew's cousins, that would delight them while being truly evil. I wound up thinking perfume and body glitter, packaged in the messiest way possible. Heh, heh. We figured out that the way to make wrapping paper that would disintegrate all over upon opening would be to cut tissue paper into 11/2" strips, fan them out into a circle, then wrap the package in that. It would be a lovely effect, as well as messy. The iridescent white tinsel was also a delightful thought, for padding inside, just to make it all pretty.