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azurelunatic) wrote2004-07-04 08:18 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2004-07-04 08:18 pm
Holiday fun
We have a tradition of going out to the virtal grandparents' cabin for Independence Day almost every year.
This year it was sort of a small crowd. My virtual grandpa has been dead for some time. My virtual grandma (who's getting frailer every year) was on vacation. My virtual aunt was there, though, and her daughter (she, Ginger, and I were quite the scary group when we were tiny). Also, my virtual uncle (my virtual aunt's brother), and his adopted son.
My virtual cousin (the boy, who's 14 or so) was playing assorted video games. He's calmed down quite a lot and is no longer quite so dreadful as he was when he was first fostered with my virtual uncle and his (now separated) wife. He was playing Need for Speed: Underground and Final Fantasy X. The Little Fayoumis will like NFS: Underground, though it may be a Very Bad Driving Role Model, given that it's city streets with far more familiar cars, cars like the goddamn one that sets off car alarms.
Eventually we wound up watching the latter half of PotC. FatherSir had never seen this, and neither had Mama, so there was quite a bit of explaining to do. My friend and I started into the Legolas or Aragorn debate. She's for Legolas. I'm for Aragorn. Evidently my virtual aunt is for Aragorn too. I solved that argument: since both of those two are horse-crazy, Shadowfax trumps both Legolas and Aragorn.
A fine time was had by all until my virtual cousin's mother came in, at which point FatherSir decamped and we all followed suit.
Now, I'm at home nursing my mosquito bites. Ow. Itch. Ow. Did I mention I'd gone about four years without being sucked on? Fortunately, FatherSir has strong antihistimine/analgesic cream, and I am making liberal use of same. ...Except on my back, which I can't reach with the stuff.
Ow. Itch. Ow.
This year it was sort of a small crowd. My virtual grandpa has been dead for some time. My virtual grandma (who's getting frailer every year) was on vacation. My virtual aunt was there, though, and her daughter (she, Ginger, and I were quite the scary group when we were tiny). Also, my virtual uncle (my virtual aunt's brother), and his adopted son.
My virtual cousin (the boy, who's 14 or so) was playing assorted video games. He's calmed down quite a lot and is no longer quite so dreadful as he was when he was first fostered with my virtual uncle and his (now separated) wife. He was playing Need for Speed: Underground and Final Fantasy X. The Little Fayoumis will like NFS: Underground, though it may be a Very Bad Driving Role Model, given that it's city streets with far more familiar cars, cars like the goddamn one that sets off car alarms.
Eventually we wound up watching the latter half of PotC. FatherSir had never seen this, and neither had Mama, so there was quite a bit of explaining to do. My friend and I started into the Legolas or Aragorn debate. She's for Legolas. I'm for Aragorn. Evidently my virtual aunt is for Aragorn too. I solved that argument: since both of those two are horse-crazy, Shadowfax trumps both Legolas and Aragorn.
A fine time was had by all until my virtual cousin's mother came in, at which point FatherSir decamped and we all followed suit.
Now, I'm at home nursing my mosquito bites. Ow. Itch. Ow. Did I mention I'd gone about four years without being sucked on? Fortunately, FatherSir has strong antihistimine/analgesic cream, and I am making liberal use of same. ...Except on my back, which I can't reach with the stuff.
Ow. Itch. Ow.
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The larger the body, the slower the mosquito. The smaller, the faster, hungrier, and meaner. The earlier in the season, the larger the mosquito (to provide you with a beginner level swatting target).
The first few bites itch the worst. Do not be alarmed at 1cm welts that pop up after vigorous scratching. After a while, they'll only raise welts half or less the diameter.
Mosquito netting window screens and doors are a way of life. The sensitive and/or paranoid may have screen-canopied beds.
However, Alaska mosquitoes are not currently known to carry any dread diseases, and can be dealt with if one has a sense of humor, thus the jokes about them being the state bird, requiring landing lights, and being known to carry off small children.
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Gotta love that horse!
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If I wanted to be very evil, I'd suggest the mental image of Gandalf in a bikini. But I don't think I'll be quite that evil today.
Instead, think about
See you Thursday!
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Though when I pictured Gandalf in a bikini, I imagined him as the pixel RPG version. Not quite so bad, but still funny. :D
See ya soon!
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See you in, um, maybe 24 hours (given the timing of writing group and all...)