on my way..

Waiting at the bus stop with the yelly lady. She got on the 19. I wat for Red Line. Headed to airpoyt.

Bus? Bus? Concirete benc# chilly.

Left a last present wrapped from doorknob inside. wonder when they'll see it.

Miss Darkside already.

Airport

Got to airport in plenty of time, though I had been worried. Checked my bag with no fuss; got through security with no beeps. Have an hour to spend in quiet contemplation by the gate.

search

biblical woman's name meaning bitterness. Someone shall be Named. Dagger is of course the warrior.

Reading Carroll on multiples/chaos magic, and it rings True. "Sanity is a state in which our component selves love and trust each other and are prepared to let each other assume control as circumstances demand." --Liber Kaos

Yay for insights. And odd when The Bitter trusts an outsider more than an insider.

Thoughts

When wherever you go, people hate you, search to find the hate you carry in your heart. When people love you wherever you go, keep the smile that is in your heart by giving it away.

orientation(dis)

Had to mentally reset my compass by the time and the sun. Will therefore not get airsick. Am delighting in the turbulence.

Might not get my orange juice due to turbulance. Enjoying the complete relaxation of being utterly in my element. May consider skydiving at some point after this realization.

LK is laying it out for me nicely. Am so into this system.

Online at last...

Whee. Great joyfulness abounds as I attempt to connect to MSN from Grandma's house. Joy o joy o joy.

I'm not particularly happy at this moment. It's trying to retrieve a local number for Grandma's, but it's failing: there
was an error in retrieving local numbers for MSN internet access. Please verify your area code and phone number
for this location and try again.

And it keeps dialling and dialing, and it hangs up and redials! Frustrating.

Richard

Having fun with tech support guy. He's confused by my system. Somehow I don't blame him.
98297737 is my ticket number.

Who would have thought we'd be going through so much trouble for one damn dial-up thinger?

Whee, and I am online at 24.0 kbps.

Today....

I took the bus to the airport
got my boarding pass with no trouble
got my bag checked with no trouble
got through security with not so much as a comment over the vibrator in my purse
Did get a comment on my talking to my dear computer
Accepted a gooey brownie-thing from an airport employee who was sharing them out with his co-workers and the sole lostling there two hours before her flight
Read up on chaos magic
Delighted in takeoff and turbulence and landing
Picked up my bag at the same time as Guide Dog Aunt and Aunt-Fayoumis found me
Gossiped (men, boyfriends, sex, Darkside)
Said hi to Grandma and her friend Dee
Formed an opinion of Dee
Took a nap
Got to see some family squabbling (the worst squabbling is nothing compared to the mildest squabbling between votania's family!!)
Got groceries
Had dinner
Tried to connect to MSN
Failed
Called tech support
Connected
Had 34 messages
Got yet another goddamn ICQ porn spam

Cooking, cleaning

Got materials for making of pizzas. Looked at cupboards and wanted to know where the hell I was going to put this. Guide Dog Aunt recommended that I look at the expiration dates on things.

I found a '97 jar of red sauce, which had a very suspicious look to the top of it. I found a can of olives that had white stuff growing out of a dent in it under the label. Guide Dog Aunt found a jar of home-canned pears older than I am, with some internal fuzzies.

Eewwww.

I'm going to make my infamous pizza one of these very soon days. Mmm, pizza.

Guide Dog Aunt and I are going to drop by Trader Joe's one of these soon days, for yummies. And cheese!

Family

Got to meet Uncle Davy, finally.

He reminds me of FatherSir, a lot. He's finally gotten into computers, and he and Uncle-Fayoumis and I had a rousing chat about computers. Uncle Davy's wife has forbidden computer talk in the house, so he's really glad to get a chance to talk shop with someone who sounds clueful and is willing to listen.

Uncle Davy's a real estate agent. He's got a very silly picture of himself on the back of his truck. It's also up on his website. He told about some of his exploits when he was younger. He blew things up in happy chemical experimentation. He had a friend, the little brother of one of FatherSir's friends, who was around for most of the blowing stuff up, and would always hit the road when something blew up and the police came.

Remember:

If it's your girlfriend, it's not porn: it's erotica.