azurelunatic | Entering the half-year when my internal sense of my age isn't wrong...

Thank you to everybody for the well-wishes! :D It was a perfectly lovely day.

In which I tell a story in lightly edited IRC, as bedtime is coming sooner than winter is:

#adventuresofstnono

[21:09] <@maven_> i hope you hugged a cat today
[21:09] <@maven_> they also mentioned Hug a Cat Day
[21:10] <@lb> Azz got to meet Brent Spiner, Robert Picardo and LeVar Burton today
[21:10] <@maven_> Captain Picardo?

[21:11] <@lb> I was in the front row
[21:11] <@lb> I didn't get to go 'backstage'
[21:11] <@Wohali> oh! i see
[21:11] <@maven_> ah
[21:11] <@Wohali> what was it about?
[21:11] <@lb> which was a lottery except it was Azz's birthday
[21:11] <@lb> so they let her
[21:11] <@maven_> hehe
[21:11] <@maven_> VIP
[21:11] <@lb> I'll explain a bit later
[21:13] <@lb> or she may, certainly

[22:13] <@lb> so robert picardo and brent spiner
[22:13] <@lb> both said they were approached to do human centipede 3 and passed
[22:13] <@lb> though one of them said he'd've been tempted if he could be "the front of the centipede"
[22:13] <@lb> (Azz can correct me if I mistold that story, when she reappears)

[23:01] * @Azz now slightly more coherent, glittering slightly less
[23:01] <@lb> yay Azz
[23:01] <@lb> how was meeting the people?
[23:02] <@lb> and the rest of your evening?
[23:02] <@Azz> Mr. Subtle announced that today was my birthday, so all three of them wished me a happy birthday
[23:02] <@Azz> fistbumps all around
[23:02] <@lb> yay
[23:03] <@Azz> got picture taken with, floated back to main-campus, showed up in Purple's office about two octaves higher than normal and vibrating with squee
[23:03] <@Azz> much to his amusement
[23:03] <@lb> hehehe
[23:04] <@Azz> the title I heard was "centipede 3" but if it was human centipede I would be very amused
[23:04] <@lb> yeah, I heard that too but I couldn't make sense of it
[23:05] <@lb> was 'centipede' a sci fi channel movie?
[23:05] <@lb> I like to believe they meant human centipede
[23:05] <@lb> since I only see three 'centipede' movies when human is prepended

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[23:45] <Azz> Today I got to hear Robert Picardo, LeVar Burton, and Brent Spiner speak.
[23:45] <Azz> BEST BIRTHDAY

[23:46] <Azz> LeVar Burton had a really sweet story about astronauts meeting Star Trek actors and various people dissolving in mutual squee

[23:46] <Azz> Apparently Robert Picardo and Brent Spiner met in their youth because Robert got an acting job that Brent really wanted
[23:47] <Azz> and they have since become the sort of friends who hassle each other in public about it, to hilarious effect

[23:48] <Azz> and then after the discussion I went up and thanked the guy who had coordinated a lot of it and thanked him for the lovely birthday present and he asked me if I wanted to join the group going backstage

[23:48] <Azz> SO I DID AND THEY WILL BE SENDING THE PICTURE OF ME WITH ALL THREE OF THEM AT SOME POINT IN THE NEBULOUS BUT HOPEFULLY SOON FUTURE

[23:49] <Azz> after which I glomped Mr. Subtle (the coordinator;

nadyne, he's the guy who was wrong about shirts most recently) again and sort of floated back to the main campus whereupon I descended upon the office of my good buddy Purple, about two octaves higher than normal and vibrating with squee
[23:50] <Azz> by which I mean, I was jumping up and down a bit

[23:50] <Azz> thank you! It was a lovely birthday and everything was beautiful and I only got a little glitter on Purple, no idea how much I got all over Mr. Subtle

[23:51] <Azz> and my little fish, the goddaughter I have been so worried about for the past 5 years, just graduated high school.
[23:51] <Azz> Valedictorian, among 11 out of 450
[23:51] <Azz> and she turns 18 in 9 minutes

[23:56] * Azz is feeling positively steeped in cheer after good sleep, good lunch, productive work, the speakers, meeting them, and the good conversation with Purple

[23:56] <Azz> and the good news from the fishie, and now leftover pizza and internet ^_^

[23:57] <Azz> ooo, and after the pizza, I can curl up with a good book until I get sleepy

Other bits:

It turns out that an F cup mashes my tits uncomfortably, with sideboob problems. It's certainly better than a DDD though.

I was able to wear my garnet earrings! I was very sparkly today. My outfit: black sandals, black knee-high socks (only moderately offending Purple's sensibilities), the black and silver skirt, the tank top with the black sequins, a black cardigan, a black scarf, my hair loose, my silver star necklace, a silver ring with one of the pale blue stones, my garnet earrings, dark red lipstick with glitter gloss, iridescent white eyeshadow with a blue shimmer (about the color of Miss Aurora's earlobes, except iridescent), my hair loose, and iridescent white glitter. So much fucking sparkle. Purple is okay with me glomping him while I'm all glittery.

I hide my face behind my scarf when I'm embarrassed. It turns out that no really, when I put on the internet a thought that I have about Purple which I think I might not discuss with him, the topic will inevitably come up. It took some doing to get the words out of me. He was trying to convince me that I could tell him, it was okay, he wasn't going to be hurt by anything that I said. I managed to communicate between meeping that my difficulty in making words happen wasn't that I was concerned of how to tactfully phrase it for his feelings, but that I was horribly embarrassed for myself. (That amused him, and he regally declared that I could continue meeping, then, if it was my own comfort I was having issues with.)

I am not sure that Purple would recognize or understand the current trigger warning/content warning/content note conventions that are springing up on various parts of the internet, but I deeply appreciate that he is aware of some of the various things that I may be sensitive to, and lets me know what he thinks I should be aware of, including movies he loves but that I should stay far away from, and things that are really great but shouldn't be watched if you're depressed, movies that may just utterly shatter you if you're already in a vulnerable point in your life, and a progression of movies which is basically guaranteed to utterly fuck up anybody when watched back to back. (It starts with Donnie Darko and ends with Pi.)

The phrase "and we'd all drop everything for him, including pants" was used to describe the loyalty of a certain IRC channel to a certain former director of development. Somehow that turned into a Frank the Goat joke, via the pants.

Talked some about why I'm still willing to talk to Shawn, but wouldn't even spit on BJ if he were on fire. I willingly gave Shawn access down to basically the machine code level. The damage that Shawn wrought was largely incidental; Shawn worked in service of Shawn's interests, and Shawn's interests were best served by having a loyal secretary at his side, but involved Shawn's creative projects, Shawn's ambitions to reign as the Monkey King and Lord of the Black House, and similar. BJ hadn't particularly been given access, but was exploiting low-level access points, and he seemed to enjoy shredding me apart.

With low-level access revoked, Shawn's capability to do me harm is exceedingly restricted.

BJ was acting with malice, which ... no. Never again.

something something something privacy something: diary-style, I sometimes make private entries with some of the things that Purple's mentioned to me in these quiet moments. The public entries feel as though they're all about me, which is only half wrong. I don't want to misrepresent, so I say that it's equal odds as to who's more chatty.

The next little loop of talk to be drafted is about the use of the welcoming dance as pre-emptive strike.

Entering the half-year when my internal sense of my age isn't wrong...

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