Things to Filk (or finish filking)

Geek on a Leash
Wannabe
Lovecraft

*pats self down*

WHAT!!

One of my boobs is missing!1!!

Where could it have gone? Did I forget it this morning? No? I couldn't have forgotten it?

That means someone must have TAKEN IT!!!

ARR!!!!! I KNOW WHO YOU ARE!!!!

Freewill Horrorscope

Gemini Horoscope for week of July 31, 2003

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/gemini.html

Gemini (May 21-June 20)
Decide what mental pictures you're sick and tired of looking at, then banish them from the sacred temple of your imagination. Next, browse the fertile depths of your subconscious mind, searching for exciting new mental pictures that you want to install in your awareness full time. For instance, you might want to exorcise a certain fearful scenario that pops up whenever you're under stress, and replace it with a bright, shiny vision of you at the top of your game.

Like, that nagging feeling that someone in particular is going to get fed up with me being me, and avoid the hell out of me? That one? Yeah, I could stand to lose that one.

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Cancer Horoscope for week of July 31, 2003

http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/cancer.html

Cancer (June 21-July 22)
Many fantastic beasts that are known to Harry Potter and his fellow wizards are invisible to Muggles, the ordinary people. They include the yeti, also know as bigfoot; the clabbert, a tree-dwelling animal that's a cross between a monkey and a frog; and the phoenix, a bird that periodically bursts into flames, dies, then resurrects itself from its ashes. But my favorite magical creature is the billywig, a mosquito-like insect whose sting causes its victims to become giddy and levitate off the ground. Even if you're a Muggle, I predict you will have an experience that resembles a billywig bite in the coming week. An annoying prick will lead to a pleasant floating sensation.

Deleted journals? Evidently not.

Some journals on Ribeye were acting pretty screwed-up. Paid users affected got extra paid time.

That was pretty futile.

It is a requirement that each tri there is a presentation on the library. At least this was in the computer lab, so the time wasn't utterly wasted.

Yes, I love the library. No, I don't need that much instruction on how to use it.

Gods, did I tag *him* right.

Network/connectivity class with Sandstrom just now.

After class, he held informal court in the courtyard, with half the CIS students clustered around him. I brought up the idea of a security club. He thought it sounded fascinating, and would be perfectly willing to be the instructor babysitter for same, and even worked out how to restructure his schedule to reflect that. (!!)

He said that the problem with the idea of a security club was that more than half the students signing up for it would only want to learn how to hack, and not wanting to learn the real stuff.

I told him that I'd had a mental image of club members pairing off, and one doing the hacking, and the other doing the fixing up, and then switching and doing it again. He said that sounded like a good plan. (In fact, it was a pretty amusing plan, to judge from his expression.)

Then, of course, he proceeded to give me linkage: http://www.securityfocus.com, http://www.cyberarmy.com, and described his experience with same to me. Some old war stories about his promotions, belike. The Azzgrin came out.

I think he's tagged me as a potential Hope for the Future. I know I've tagged him right as an OH. (The computer version of OG?)

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Earlier, as he was packing up from class, he made a comment about the temperature. "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?"

The Azzgrin came out, and I tried *not* to say anything.

He preemptively hushed me, as he knew from that grin that there was some response that might not be appropriate in that response that I had brewing.

I mentioned that in that case, it was just as well that my partner in crime wasn't present, as he and I got up some pretty interesting things to say together.

He mentioned that my partner in crime was bad enough by himself. (I'm pretty sure he knows who my partner in crime is, as I've lurked in m'love's class between classes enough...)


But... guh. I mean, when a truly fine guy asks, "Is it hot in here, or is it just me?" ...what do you answer?

Switchover?

Naomi and I were talking this morning. Well, sort of.

It may well be time for her to take over for a while. I have no idea how long. But she's got her own set of interests, and ... she seems to have laid claim to the bodyname, and bodytime, which I don't have a *problem* with, but... it's a little scary. She's present right now while I'm writing.

I may well go on vacation for a few days.

OK, I was mistaken.

I'll probably be reading the friends list anyway. I just may be putting some of the communities on there and playing with them. Yay!

[Edit: Yes, that was Naomi speaking.]

Listlinks

http://www.quigmans.com/elements.swf -- Tom Lehrer's The Elements, shockwave style

Rundown of the Afternoon: Clubs, Lit, Clubs, Yakky, Clover, Manager, Photos, fuckin' Proctor&Gamble

Snagged the attention of Sheldon ( Read more... )

Sat through a discussion in Lit class. ( Read more... )

Dropped in at Student Services. ( Read more... )

Came home, hugged yaksha42, and showed him the new sign in the bathroom. The sign instructs him, specifically, to return the toilet seat to the way it belongs, with stick-figure illustrations showing the why of things.

Clover came over just as Yakky was leaving, bearing honey cakes. shammash; raver-girl must have been hiding somewhere. Little Fayoumis got the corner for demanding rudely that she get the peanut butter down for him; after he came back out, he asked nicely.



As Clover was about to leave, votania called with the delightful news that she's to be getting her official promotion-and-raise-and-new-authority on Friday! She will be a manager! ( Read more... )

I finally opened the mail. swallowtayle, and an inquiry in a small box from Proctor & Gamble as to whether or not I was a "pearl girl".



swallowtayle sent pictures, with notes on the backs of them. I shall now relate approximately my thoughts going through them.



D.C. with her daughter and a teddybear. D.C.'s looking happy.

swallowtayle with her violin in The Old Pequliar for the St. Patty's Day show. Sounds slightly Lovecraftian.

swallowtayle in a suit and tie; River in a wig and dress. Yowza: hot male or female!! (It's great to share an ex with your sister.)

River by "her"self. Yum.

swallowtayle in drag with our other mutual ex, at SFAC. That was the getup that surprised the holy fuck out of me the next morning, when Aidan wandered into my room, wearing his flannel. I mean, here I am, it's early morning, I'm dressed accordingly and in bed, and I'm not wearing my glasses, and here's this STRANGE LONG-HAIRED GUY-WITH-A-BEARD WHO'S ONLY WEARING A FLANNEL! Turned out to be swallowtayle in drag. Ah, those were the days.

swallowtayle and violin, with black hat, sunglasses, black lipstick, black nail polish, and nose ring. Magnetic, that. It was evidently school spirit day. (School colors were red and gold.) *snicker* Oh yeah, we loved that school. Couldn't get enough of it.

Aww. swallowtayle and River, looking happy together. Cleavage, serious cleavage, is showing. Must have been a club night or something, I figured, as there's a serious amount of glitter.

Same night, different pose, probably within the same thirty seconds. Now they're gazing enraptured into each other's eyes instead of the camera.

YAAAAGH! WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?!! River, yeah, fine, he's looking normal, but... MY BABY SISTER IN 'FUCK ME' BOOTS AND HER BRA AND A G-STRING WEARING A BODYSTOCKING AND PURPLE GLITTER?!!?!?1!? !THE FUCK????? "Before the 'Pajama Party' dance at UAF... yes, we actually went out in public like that!" she wrote on the back. Um. Yeah. Um. GHA!!!

River. Black shirt, dreads. Always such a sweetie.

River. Boxers. Nothin' else. YOWZA! Dude! When'd he get the tattoo? Nice!

swallowtayle's senior pic. Got that one already.

Trees! From home! Never realized Alaskan spruce were so scraggly before. Love 'em all the same.

Home!!! Home home home!! That's even FatherSir opening the door. Wow. I miss home.


After remembering to breathe again after seeing perhaps a little too much of my little sister, I opened the Proctor and Gamble box. ( Read more... )

Good little baby-goth

Little Fayoumis asked me if I could move the strobe light over to by the CD player, make it dark, and turn on the Korn.

*giggle*

He's six.

*giggle*

We've been raising him right, evidently.

*happypurr* Darkside is nice.

Left a message. He called back. (Yeep. This is... rare.) We chatted. Evidently 8 8 is the command to call back she who left the message. Appropriate.

He's not fond of the Ambiguously Gay Duo. He didn't know who my "partner in crime" would have been at first. I had to tell him. The only reason Sandstrom knows who I am in the first place is because I was lurking in his classes... "Oh, so you'd be a lurker in the darkness, then?" (reference to our old wars on Dennis K.'s chat board...)

Much giggling about the parallel to the DADA class, how the Ministry of Magic cancelled the DADA class and the students formed a club. Darkside thinks it would be funny if I called the club "Defence Against the Dark Arts (Securities Club)". (So do I.)

Little Fayoumis wanted to talk to Darkside. I was grumpy and hung onto the phone. Yeesh. We're arguing over who gets to talk to him. He's a popular guy. (And I told him that he reminds me of my mother. Evidently this messes with his "don't bother me" field, being thought of as sweet.)

Told him about votania's promotion. He was happy for her. He was not happy about the prospect of carrying furniture up stairs this weekend helping with his uncle's moving.



With him, with this, I don't play. I don't think I've been so serious about someone in my life. We're comfortable together. I was just thinking about that. Now that he's not grouchily tired every instant, he's got that smile and sparkle back, and I'd be willing to guess that if we were to be spending time together and someone were to snap a picture of us, they'd surprise that same expression on his face.

Fidelity. That's the precise word. As he is who he is, I am who I am, and we really have yet to try to stretch the abilities of our combined strength.


His mom came in while we were talking. "Hi, Darkside's mom!" "Hi, Joanie!" ...I wonder what he's like after he gets off the phone with me. votania says that I'm a little scary. Well, yeah. All that intensity, bottled up, with only my body to contain it? "I am yours, you are mine/ We are what we are... ... ...Sometimes it hurts so badly I must cry out loud..."

*smirkbounce*

Now I have an excuse to give Prof. Sandstrom that cool hat: the DADA club. Woohoo!

(The paint is drying as we speak.)

elorie

--That's you on the LMB list right now getting heartily welcomed, right? If not, I just cheerily greeted a near-complete stranger, but I think I recognized you and thewonderboy.