Warp Factor 'holy fuck what the hell are we doing?!', Mr. Sulu.

On Monday, hcolleen expressed that she was thinking of moving out of the place where she is currently living. By 2pm on Tuesday, we were ass-deep in the alligators of the living room area of my tiny studio apartment, arranging things and tossing things and doing all manner of other random things in pursuit of Cleaning House and otherwise making it possible for her to move in.

Tonight, I'm up a little later than I might be. The first installment of Stuff has arrived: there are two large boxes of manga and books, plus one backpack of same, and then two travel bags (the under-the-seat-sized kind) full of clothing. Tomorrow we go in for the rest of everything.

hcolleen is organizing and decluttering me with a deft and merciless hand. There is a surprisingly low amount of whining on my end of the process. One of the first "casualties" (one I was glad to see go)? The TV. Neither of us watches it, really: we have computers, what need for TV have we got?

There is a surprising amount of room in here right now for a studio apartment with two full-sized beds in. It will lose that feeling once her computer desk arrives tomorrow.

Yes, Darkside knows about this new development. I called him and told him, briefly interrupting his family celebrationings. It is my Rule that he learn about certain things soon, if not First. (I have held off on announcing some things to LJ until he'd heard them first.)

Apartment already feels a lot brighter and cleaner. Three bags of assorted reusable clutter have been sent to the communal laundry room for distribution to someone who can use them already. More will follow. I am temporarily keeping some of the romance novels, for further instructional reading.

Stopped mid-afternoon to eat. Considered recruiting trystan_laryssa. Realized had left cellphone at home. Came back home. Alas, no connection was to be had. Cleared off bed from stuff that had accumulated, got hcolleen back to the soon to be former home, collected the aforementioned items to be put away here and gotten out of the way now, and on my way back, stopped in to see if trystan_laryssa was busy. Got shanghaied into family fireworks outing and dinner. Hooray fun happy fireworks time! Got shanghaied into game, also. Starts Monday. D&D. My character, for a change of pace, is going to be a fighter. Maybe a paladin, but definitely a fighter-jock short on philosophy and long on redshirting, and tough enough to take being hit with a brick.

I'll have to tell Darkside about this one too. I about made RC snort fries out his nose when I pulled out the usual "but I'm not gaming yet" line. "But... I am someone special!" he declared.

I had streamers from the explosive little popper-things all over my hair, mostly because I snatched them out of the air and put them up in my big claw-clip. Fun times had by all. Now, bedtime. Shower good; I was all over sweat. There's a dust storm going on out there now, so I'm glad I got those boxes in while I had the chance.

The comfy-chair has been relegated to the porch, and sits in state under the yellow expanse of slicker-cloth left over from that The Cheat costume. Good job I put that on, or it would have been ruined in the dust storm. Not that it's not already on its last legs, but still.

Flag flak

The numbskulls at McDonald's on 35th and Peoria elected to fly their flag at half-mast tonight. I immediately realized that I had not been near a news outlet all day, and would have missed anything having to do with the astronauts. Full-on panic mode ensued, with Loren (who was riding to and from the fireworks with me) treated to a precisely-enunciated, low-voiced rundown of my thoughts and feelings about endangering the lives of "my astronauts" and endangering "my space program" for a goddamn fucking political holiday stunt. She now knows how we sound when Dagger focuses Naomi's wishes. Dangerous, that, especially for those who have done wrong by one of mine.

I was marginally reassured when I got in and saw that the friendslist was business as usual, because surely someone would have been posting about disaster if there had been one. Then I saw a news feed article saying all was well.

I don't know what the folks at that store were mourning that they felt it was worthy of lowering the flag to half-mast, but it had better have been a good one.

Things:

"Pink shower gel."
Not to mention the ensuing discussion of shoulder anatomy, or refusal to discuss same.

We speculated about what would happen if the whole writing group were to live in a big house together. The world? Is not ready for that.

Now. Some breakfast to make me street-safe, and off I go! Moving Day for hcolleen!

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Moving chaos. Rain dripping. Almost everything packed. I wear shorts without skirt today. Hair in braid clipped up.

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I love this chair. I have to get one of my own. Only I want one that rocks like dad has.

Arrival

She is here! We are getting the stuff out of kilarneyblarney's truck, as she has to leave in 10 minutes. We got everything in the three vehicle loads: manga and clothes last night, and everything else in my car and kilarneyblarney's truck today.

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Everything got out of her truck by noon, which was when she had to leave. Whee, we did it! Then we knocked off for lunch.

Doing things the Loony way

The Lunatic has always had a weird social balance. It's always been a dance between enough and too much social contact, and the right kind.

I'm keeping that in mind as I head into this. I have a tiny studio apartment, so privacy and time alone would ordinarily be thin on the ground right about now, except:

hcolleen works mornings. She wakes up ungodly early (I have run into her on IM some nights before I fall asleep) and leaves for work also early. By the time she gets home, I am at work. She goes to bed early, and sleeps like a rock. (Her yaoi buddies in NY tested this.)

I work evenings. I wake up around 10 to 11 on most days, get to work at noon, and work until well after her bedtime. I go to sleep around the same time she is attaining consciousness.

I wound up only seeing Sis once or twice a week on that schedule, which was actually not enough. Since this is a studio, that may well counteract the antisocial schedule problem.

The primary consideration, however, is our interaction under stress. I have been in her presence with all defenses down and not felt threatened. I cannot do that with most people, not even friends. That says a whole lot right now about how things are likely to work out. If I do not feel threatened, I do not snap. That is a good thing...