Printers, Paladins, Pricing, Photos, and Prudishness

[azurelunatic]

bekithewitch and an assorted other crowd of random Support volunteers; many complaints about the process were made.

I went to bed with no actual printing accomplished; I woke up to find that the living room floor was decorated with far too much blank paper. Evidently the printer had interpreted my simple request to print one copy of a single one-page .pdf file as a command to spit out a few dozen (mercifully) blank sheets of paper. Argh.

I eventually sent the files over to the other computer to print from there. They printed beautifully. Somewhere, though, the original WordPerfect files got screwed up in some funky manner, causing them to display as funky lines and dots. Argh.

nanowrimo next year.

The bus was late. I hit the copy place and prepared to print out the opus. The charges displayed for printing out 80-odd pages? $37-something. Outrageous! I huffed out, and off to the writing group. The next bus was late too; I skidded in right on time rather than early as I'd hoped.

azwriter got to read a page featuring drunkenness and nudity aloud; evidently I have succeeded in my aim of making that scene comical. I didn't really count that as one of the better moments, either...) and general happiness and silliness.

We convened at the Willow House thereafter, and there was clowning around featuring one of the regulars. A scale of public kissing tastefulness was proposed, apropos of some discussion as to whether French-kissing in the middle of a retail store was really tasteful/appropriate. The joking idea was that each of us five women could pose in a kiss with the guy, for demonstration purposes, and I found that even joking about the idea was appalling to me. It wasn't that the idea itself was inherently bad, just that any thought of placing myself within that scenario, kissing the guy, even in good fun, was sufficiently wrong and bad as to nearly need me to remove myself from the general area. This development itself isn't necessarily either good or bad -- just my days of kissing random strangers with whom I've no connection on dares and the like is over, if ever it had been there.

iroshi IMed sometime while I was there, and we had a very enlightening discussion. She has more levels of subtlety in phrasing than I do, levels of precision that make my care with words seem very random and ambiguous. I wound up having new things to do, some of which may warrant random filtering for those who don't really want the details of my magicgeeking.

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[azurelunatic]

I think it's really more pickiness than prudishness; I just happen to have picked someone unusual and inaccessable.

Sis has the patience to be friends with the Viking and her one obnoxious friend who's the same first name as Clover's husband. I've got the patience to be friends with Darkside. In the "patience" game in the household, I clearly win.

It's not that Darkside's hard to be friends with -- he is, but that's only normal for someone like him -- but that you have to stick around a long time in order to be the sort of listening ear/crying shoulder friend that he really, really needs, and most people haven't the patience to earn his trust. I've been poked several times to make sure I don't wander off, because he really does need a friend like me, and I need a friend like him.