16 tweets for 2010-5-12

In the last 24 hours, I posted the following to Twitter:

• Wednesday, 0333: MONGEESE ARE SWARMING THE DATA CENTER; EVERY BEING FOR THEMSELVES (yes, @zarhooie, I am in fact in the Support Rewrite, why do you ask)
• Wednesday, 0341: Welcoming @xlerb to the twittering insanity.
• Wednesday, 0342: great! Now I have the clinking water glasses part of OK Go's "This Too Shall Pass" & "WHEN THE MORNING COMES" blaring in my head. #earworms
• Wednesday, 0409: I like a pair of long long legs as much as the next woman. *A* pair. 4 pair is excessive. #ecosysteminmyapartment #wackyarachnids
• Wednesday, 0416: Maybe I would have been happier as a monk.
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Beltane in Santa Cruz

So I woke up and hit the computer on Beltane after having been out way late with Tif the previous evening (monthly shopping expedition), and JD pounced me, and proposed a trip to Santa Cruz, leaving right then or the nearest approximation of same. JD's plans included beach! and arcade! with DDR! First trip of the summer!

Amazingly, I felt like I was just about ready to go, provided I got clothes on and rent paid. I dumped stuff in one of the great big blue IKEA tote bags, got into my bathing suit with a skirt and the bathrobe I use for swimming-coverup purposes on over. I detoured by the office to pay rent; all told, that part took the longest.

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The sun started to sink, and I realized that I should go out on the beach while there was still light to do so. I sent JD a text message advising him of this, and then prepared to hit the beach. I sprayed myself with sunscreen. I did not realize until the sunscreen was actually spraying that it would come out in little white foaming droplets: my previous spray-on sunscreen was transparent oily mist. So of course here I was, spraying my generous cleavage with a splatter of white droplets. A nearby older fellow passing by (40s or 50s, which is SCARILY CLOSE TO MY OWN AGE RANGE NOW) gave me an appreciative and cheerful cheer/leer.

The water was fucking cold. But, NO PAIN NO GAIN. I stepped into the water. It was, after all, Beltane. I silently said a few words.

I took off my sandals, set down my towel and bag, and cavorted shoeless in the waves. I found a few shells, including "Is that a sand penny?" JD showed up, and yeah, the water was cold. I snapped a few pictures of Beach JD who Needs A Haircut; he sort of did look like the quintessential Surfer Dude, except minus the board.



JD skipped ahead and located the footwash; we got all the sand off our feet. My attention was attracted by the dude with the hammer game; I did not win the prize, but I did get a consolation blow-up hammer. IT SQUEAKS. I HAVE A SQUEAKY BANHAMMER NOW.

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Here's to the next beach trip!