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Jan. 17th, 2003
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yaksha42 is meeting up with some of his friends from the Council of Elrond this weekend. He has permission to "marry" anarie111, and permission to submit to aina42's outrageous scheme to get their instance of Princess Aurora (different one than Dawn's daughter) to kiss him. He does not, however, have permission to have sex with
aina42: he did not ask this, but I forbade it out of common sense, without knowing if he'd even be interested. Because it would just be a Bad Idea.
Getting things done...
Jan. 17th, 2003 04:21 pmMarx has started a load of dishes. I have organized the top of my closet (flavorings containing alcohol to the far left, varieties of plain alcohol to the left of center, flavorings not containing alcohol to the right of center, and tzoda-shwe to the far right.
My flower of femininity aches with unrequested cramping.
My flower of femininity aches with unrequested cramping.
Cast of Characters: Families
Jan. 17th, 2003 04:57 pmAssorted Families
Votania's Family: There is no love lost between Votania and her family. Some of them are cool, some of them are not. All of the ones mentioned here so far are resident somewhere in Arizona.
The Lunatic's Family
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Votania's Family: There is no love lost between Votania and her family. Some of them are cool, some of them are not. All of the ones mentioned here so far are resident somewhere in Arizona.
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Glyph: The husband of That Woman, who adores his daughters as is right and proper. His location is currently unknown. He shows up every now and then, like for holidays, but is otherwise invisible. ( ... )
Blabbermouth Cousin: Anything he hears, he broadcasts to the rest of the family. This is the one who brought
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The Lunatic's Family
Mama: my mother. Quilter, potter, musician; biologist by college training. Lives in Alaska. Recovering from having her babies fly out of the nest; is now figuring out that there are many interesting things that can be done when you don't need to stay home to take care of babies/kids/teenagers/pets.
FatherSir: my father. Retired programmer, ham (AL1I), surrogate grandfather to a number of kids, violinist; does well at anything he turns his hand to. Lives in Alaska.
Narcissa, Biosis: my one biological sister. Fiddler & poet & composer & caffiene addict & all-around joy. Lives in Washington state with River. Is the fiddler for the Irish drinking song band Bare Knuckle Boxers. Wrote a song for my favorite fayoumis Calico.
River: Narcissa's ex-fiance, also an ex-boyfriend of mine, and friend of mine from high school. Still a good friend. Washington state somewhere, with Narcissa. He's still part of the family, whether he marries one of us or not.
Aunt-Fayoumis: FatherSir's next-youngest sibling. Great fun. Lives in California, like the rest of my more immediate paternal relatives. Has an appropriately raunchy sense of humor, a mark of the family.
Uncle-Fayoumis: The quiet, mild-mannered husband of Aunt-Fayoumis. Uncle-Fayoumis is very, very shy. More shy than Darkside, even. He likes computers, but seems to be an eternal Clueful User. He seems to have mellowed, or grown more into his own, since last I met him.
Guide-Dog Aunt: My father's youngest sister, who raises guide dogs for fun. She also has the family sense of humor. She's on a perpetual health-food kick, which means that junk food doesn't happen very much around her. Like Narcissa, Guide Dog Aunt likes to run things. She lives in the San Francisco area in California.
Guide-Dog Uncle: The husband of Guide-Dog Aunt, a relatively quiet guy in the genetic engineering field. He likes to ski.Randall: the older cousin. Computer gamer.
Kevin: the younger cousin. Wears only black. Computer gamer.
Deacon: Guide-Dog Aunt's permanent dog, a guide dog flunkout. He's a large black lab, neutered, and very friendly. He is very calm, and very, very hungry. He will eat anything and/or everything, but is for the most part well-trained about it. He likes even unlikely items such as apple cores and lettuce. He even licked up a spill of balsamic vinegar that went on the floor while I was pouring it down the drain. He is exceptionally patient, and will every now and then sigh about things in that world-weary way that only dogs and teenagers seem to manage.
Trista: The current guide-dog-in-training, a German Shepherd bitch. Very friendly, very energetic, very enthusiastic, and devoted to Deacon. Went into heat and decided to get it on with Deacon by climbing on top of him the wrong way and thrusting her crotch into his face. Pointy-eared and hungry.
Uncle Davy: There's gotta be a Dave in my family. There's just gotta. He's a lot cooler in person that from the stories FatherSir tells about him, which is probably about par for the course when an older brother's talking about his little brother. Rather too much like FatherSir, only with more of GrandfatherSir's Jack of All Trades thing going. He also blew things up when he was a kid. He's currently a real estate agent, and plays with computers.
Mrs. Davy: Uncle Davy's current wife. It looks like he's going to keep this one. She's a doctor, and has banned talking about computer stuff around her.Matt: Uncle Davy's oldest boy, from his first marriage. Several years older than I am, and engaged to Anna.
Anna: Matt'sfianceewife. Very sweet. My paternal family compares her to Mama.
Chris: Uncle Davy's youngest boy, from his first marriage. A few years older than I am. Evidently has had a series of very messy apartments.
GrandfatherSir: My late paternal grandfather, who died when I was perhaps twelve? fourteen? sixteen? and used to be master of more trades than my father.
Grandma: My only remaining grandparent, the mother of my father and assorted aunts and uncles. She is currently 85 years old as of November. We thought that she had most of her marbles most of the time. It falls out that she has some of her marbles some of the time, which is not boding well for her independence, which she is clinging to with all her stubbornness, which is unabated. One of my family's traits is stubbornness, and it seems to originate from both Grandma and GrandfatherSir's genetic lines. Grandma is still limitedly mobile, with a walker or a cane, but spends most of her day in her comfy-chair. She lives by herself with a few houseplants in SoCal, various distances away from Guide Dog Aunt & Uncle, Aunt & Uncle Fayoumis, Uncle & Mrs. Davy, and Uncle Davy's grown sons Matt & Chris. She has a nice sense of humor, and laughs at my family-style jokes.
Quilting Aunt: My mother's oldest sister. "She who died with the most fabric just died. Race you to the estate sale!" Sings in the church choir. Lives in Pennsylvania.
Quilting Uncle: Married to Quilting Aunt.
Gamer Aunt: My mother's older-by-two-years-exactly sister, who runs a gaming shop called The Red Dragon somewhere in Michigan.
Gamer Uncle: Also runs The Red Dragon.
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I've been kind of juggling the idea of rearranging my room about in my tiny little brain. Today, that impulse was bowed to, resulting in weirdness.
The bed is sprawled out in one corner, piled high with all sorts of cushiony bits. The old helpdesk is against the eastern wall. I believe that this desk will house all my computery bits, after I get the line run over there. This leaves more stuff to do things with. Things will therefore be done.
And stuff.
The bed is sprawled out in one corner, piled high with all sorts of cushiony bits. The old helpdesk is against the eastern wall. I believe that this desk will house all my computery bits, after I get the line run over there. This leaves more stuff to do things with. Things will therefore be done.
And stuff.
