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| Friday, July 25th, 2008 |
hedonistpoet
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2:12p |
The new phone is in, activated, and set to go.
Fuck, yeah. I no longer feel exposed. |
sister_bluebird
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1:23p |
Phone revived!
Dead cell phone has been replaced. Laptop surgery is ongoing - if this doesn't work, it may be some time before I have a travel computer again.
Current Mood: tired |
lex_of_green
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4:24a |
Excuses, excuses The shift key on the left side of my keyboard no longer functions. This is mostly okay, but it means I have to walk barefoot uphill in the snow for five miles in order to use an exclamation point. I better not get too excited or my toes will fall off from the frostbite. Damn Society for Creative Anachronism, trying to steal my toes. That’s right SCA, I blame you. I should maybe blame me for not sleeping the night before work on Wednesday, but that particular round of not-sleep turned out pretty well – it meant I had to occupy myself at the bus stop in order to stay awake, so I grabbed few balls and started palmspinning ‘em. (I’m really bad at contact juggling, but acrylic balls make the best fidget toys ever.) An exhausted-looking lady with an armful of groceries saw me and started asking questions, so I taught her a few basic moves. Pretty soon she was bruising her oranges, trying to bounce them off the back of her hand. She looked happy by the end, and neither one of us fell asleep and missed the bus. So for the most part I’m glad I didn’t sleep. No blame there! But then I didn’t sleep the next night either. I hadn’t intended on staying up so late – I was just going to drop in on the SCA gathering, say hi to Emery and Denis, and run off into the dreaming. But people started telling each other stories and a girl named Wren sang songs by the side of the road and I just couldn’t make myself leave.* By the end of the night, four of us were cuddled on a sidewalk bench, too tired to contemplate the walk home. Faaris spoke first. “Should we move somewhere more comfortable?” “Heck yeah.” I pointed to the tree oasis across from the bench. “The patch of ground over there looks all level and comfy.” “Uh, Lex? I meant somewhere inside. With, you know, couches and stuff.” “Oh.” So we moved inside and I fell asleep on Ylantok’s couch. Couches are dangerous that way. I woke up after everyone had gone to bed and remembered that I’d promised to e-mail ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) gypsy_molotov before the end of the day. But alas exclamation point.** My computer was at home. As was my boyfriend, patiently waiting up for me. So I gathered my stuff, stumbled home, and made myself a cup of tea. Sat in front of the computer, opened gmail, and succumbed to the dex penalty imposed by exhaustion. HANDS SHAKING. TEA ON KEYBOARD OH NO ABORT ABORT. Luckily, everything seems to have survived except the shift key. So yeah. Sorry gypsy_molotov, that’s why I didn’t write you last night. I’ll try to fail less starting… now. * Especially when Wren started throwing her M&Ms on the ground and I was the only one willing to eat them off the sidewalk. One of the best parts of being an adult is getting to make Adult Decisions like eating stuff off a well-used sidewalk. Most competent parents will not let their children do this, but I am no longer a child, and wasted chocolate is a tragedy I will not abide. Exclamation point.**** That would’ve been a real exclamation point, but for some reason it feels like less work to make another footnote explaining my failure to use an exclamation point than to actually get my other hand involved in typing this entry so I can press the right hand shift key and the 1/exclamation key at the same time. I need that other hand for holding my tea mug, after all.****** YES I AM STILL DRINKING TEA AT THE COMPUTER. No power in the ‘verse can stop me. |
lerite
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12:04a |
Good night from California, from two hours in the past.
When I'm on again I'll be home.
Goodbye, sunshine state, goodbye, vacation. |
| Thursday, July 24th, 2008 |
spkelley
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9:56p |
Domain to expire
Dirtypaladin.com was an interesting concept. Make it a racy site that relates to table-top gaming. It expires 8.16.08, and I'm not tempted to renew it. I haven't done anything with it in months. |
feliciarenee
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8:19p |
at the evil meeting he was so close to me i could discern the colour of his eyes(i had never noticed before) and could have reached out to touch him. we did not say a word to each other...i don't know if he saw me or not, but i am making a mess of things and i don't know how to un-mess it...i'm frustrated and on the verge of losing my shit completely(for different reasons) and i could break into tears quite readily. the only person i could go to, who would know what to say and do, is dead and alls i need is someone to hold me until i sleep and tell me that everything will be ok. i have not come thisclose to falling apart in some time and i do not want to. i have not slept a good nights' sleep in almost 2 months and have hardly slept more than an hour at a time in the last week. my nerves are all jangly. and i do not have a day off unitl we leave for vacation.... |
lerite
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1:38p |
Adding to the basement glamour
*pack pack pack*
When these boxes get to Wisconsin, I think we should have a box opening and sewing party. I know I'll want to play dress-up and make funny toys. If you have a sewing machine and want in, pipe up. So far the plan is Lex and me.
The patterns will be in my suitcase, so I'll sort of be slowly growing strangeness as things arrive.
My collection of interesting vests is now large enough that I need to make a bunch of shirts to wear them over. Let's just put it that way. |
feliciarenee
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5:49a |
i'm either having an identity crisis, or i am just really really exhausted. either way something is wrong. at least i have perfected my eyebrows. |
| Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008 |
hedonistpoet
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7:44p |
Studying for the midterm.
Fuck you, Descartes.
Current Music: Beastie Boys, "Ricky's Theme" |
lerite
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10:50a |
Last night was pretty awesome. I was up til three in the morning or something like that (here time), and felt fantastic (due to caffeine). Staying up late with people is the best staying up late. Getting all weird and giggly from being tired (though factitiouslj apparently usually stays up til 4, so perhaps he's just like that) was fun. And I was very clear-headed on the drive home--I left before falling asleep, which, while crashing with ultraman would doubtless have also been pretty fun, probably saved my grandma a lot of worry in the morning, since she's the kind of person who doesn't want me to go get groceries after dark. I got to drive on a highway in the middle of the night in a city where the overpasses are gigantic. The L.A. freeway is impressive in way that even Chicago's isn't. I like huge public construction things in general, and these are majestic. |
hypersurfaces
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11:41a |
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hedonistpoet
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9:02a |
In dreams To K: Thanks, hon, for convincing Juliette Lewis to have a threesome with us. That was pretty wondreful of you. Also, thanks for killing all of the icky, strange bugs that were in my room. But, please refrain from purposefully bruising my apple, even if you follow it up with that cute mischievous smile of yours. (P.S., JL was wearing that cool, floppy hat you liked.) Current Mood:  amusedCurrent Music: James Marsters, "Rest in Peace" / philosophy lecturer lecturing |
| Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008 |
lerite
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11:50p |
TOP SECRET CELEBRITY INTERVIEW Inside the making of Terror IslandB: Shall I show you the pictures? L: We should probably script at some point. B: Okay, but we'll probably want the pictures for that. L: No we won't. B: You want to just say things and I'll tell you if we have pictures for it? B: Here's my KOL calendar. L: You know the pictures I actually want to see, right. B: Shall I show you all of them? L: Well not the ones that are the exact same composition with different exposures. B: The focus is on different characters. L: I know they're different, I just don't care that we have four of them. B: We have way more than four. This set has a hundred and thirteen pictures in it. B: I don't like how that strip looked. It's all grayed out. L: Then why'd you do it? B: I dunno. L: Well if neither of us has a commitment to quality... L: We only have like 350 regular readers. B: Yeah, you need to work on networking. L: I feel weird telling people I write a comic. I want to apologize. B: That might be a problem. B: Here's how we make it funny. *holds up chess piece* "Guys, it's time to sound off." L: Can we record an mp3 of that and play it when they go to the page? B: Lord Terror's first name is Lord, that sounds British. L: That's not his name. B: Canon! L: Dammit! L: I'm furniture store guy! B: That's not what his voice sounds like! B: The square brackets are what I use to indicate actions, like Sid drops a- L: Just a check, pausing for laughter is not an action, it's the lack of action. |
lex_of_green
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5:16p |
Lex loves living in downtown Madison: post # eleventy billion
Here is a list* of things I saw at 9:40 PM on the block or so of State Street between the bus stop and my apartment:
1) A group of about 20 old people dancing in a circle in front of the Memorial Union
2) A guy blowing bubbles with a bubble wand. The guy had long dreadlocks and three eyebrow piercings.
3) A new flute guy busking by the side of the road
4) Two Buddhist monks looking at pictures on a cellphone
It’s not just Spider-Man and it’s certainly not because I’m strong (ha!) or dexterous – I climb on things because in a world like this, it takes too much energy to stay on the ground.
* Boy, for a chaotic person I sure do like lists. And most of my lists even make sense! Sometimes utility just beats randomness, regardless of alignment. Hmm, maybe this is why I get to be part of a sentient race? Here is a list of reasons I like being human:
3) amalgamation
-22. FIRE
heliotrope) pie
Pi) Pie
3.14) imprecision
1) platypus!
2) platypus!
3. platypus!
mushroom mushroom |
hedonistpoet
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4:17p |
Advice for the uninitiated Do not make eye contact or offer dialog to the crazy person in the cafe. This also holds true for most place, and for the talkative mentally challenged. Sorry, person, that I could not offer you this advice before you needed it. Current Mood: amusedCurrent Music: random Mother Fools music |
hypersurfaces
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11:03a |
Ren Faire this Saturday. I think that Seth and I are going to the Bristol Ren Faire on this Saturday. If anyone else wants to come with, they're very welcome! But, even if not, I hope we'll still go. It'll be nice to be doing something new. |
mindy
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3:20a |
it's too hot for this kind of thing "Philadelphia is an oven," I said when I came here for the first time in August, 2004. It still is. My nearly-two-weeks here have been a crawl from air conditioner to air conditioner. I am afraid that I've lost all my heat tolerance and will melt on the way home.safiiru has kindly hosted me in his brand new West Philly apartment. My things are all over, and extracting myself from this place will surely be time-consuming. I wouldn't be surprised to get down the road and find out that half my stuff is still under his couch. I've gotten to meet some of his friends while here; great people all, they unfortunately have not really seen me at my best. I was going to leave tomorrow, but I'm delaying my departure another day so I can go see Velo+City, an art exhibit on "the social history of the bicycle". Every bike shop and coffeehouse I've been in has had a poster for it, but I haven't yet talked to anyone who's checked it out. Other things on tomorrow's prep list are hammock practice with my fancy new tree-huggers, a post office visit, laundry, gear packing, seat post adjustment, and a shower. Google Maps claims about 850 miles from West Philadelphia to Kenosha, but I know better than to do math with that number. Adding on 150 miles of "fudge factor" gets 1000 miles, which is easy to do math with, but honestly probably a little short. There are 19 riding days between Wednesday, July 22 and August 10, which gives us as close to 50 miles a day as makes no difference. My average daily mileage getting to Philly was around 50, and that's with all kinds of bogus rest days and dawdling. I should be able to get back before my landlord throws out all of my furniture, as long as the temperature stays somewhere below 100 and I'm not stalked by tornadoes, earthquakes, monsoons, or mechanical failure. I'm not excited about traversing the mountains again ("again" is being generous, given that I cheated and rivered it on the way down), but I am excited about being out of bear country. I'm hoping to do a lot more camping now that I have all my hammock parts and a tarp for the bike. My biggest obstacle, as always, is that I just don't feel very safe camping alone. I depend on my wits to get me out of bad situations, but during slumber they're generally worried about how I'm going to save a busload of kittens from radioactive mushrooms or something equally ludicrous. I want to be more daring, so I really should try to push myself on camping for the return trip. Philadelphia has made me homesick for Madison. Every restaurant has disappointed, as I compare the food to what you can get back home for half the price. I pop out at parties, thinking of my friends back home. Even the beer fails to satisfy. I miss my friends, I miss my family, I miss my home. Those of you unlucky enough to be programmed in my phone can expect lots of lonely phone calls for the next few weeks. I could ramble on about this trip forever (and have...). Enough talk; it's time for action. |
| Monday, July 21st, 2008 |
lerite
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8:54p |
Radio Station
I'm sure I'll end up working this into a story at some point--the Tom shorts keep implying other Tom shorts so I'm sure I'll write more--but I thought I might also post.
At some point early last week I was driving and thought I'd try out the radio. The first station I stuck on for more than 30 seconds was the one I've stayed with for the rest of the visit so far. It's Spanish-language and only plays love songs. There's something very right for the mood of this visit, listening to these things all the time. I've only hit one song I didn't like so far, which is a pretty good ratio. |
lerite
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3:10p |
There's something profound about going and swimming in the ocean alone for a while and then listening to your grandfather ramble about discrimination in the military and unified field theory.
I'm happy here. I could live this life for a long time and not go crazy. But it's just making me dissatisfied with home instead of happier. Weird.
This trip would have been REALLY different if BK had come. |
feliciarenee
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1:28p |
lesbian spank witches
i am sorry a heading like that yields nothing more than a warning to avoid a miserable film. it is called "room 6" and is likely the worst interpretation of one of my favorite literary themes (as brought up in occurrence at owl creek bridge.) there WERE buxom nurses licking blood from each other, but that could not elevate the movie past abysmal. it was not even a b-movie made with that in mind and bad for bad's sake. that would have required more of a role of said spank withces. their exploits were terribly underutilized. |
hedonistpoet
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11:46a |
"You are my density."
I just sent off my newly updated resume and clips to The Onion for their AV Club. Good lord, I am so fucking nervous, I can hardly think. This is, as I said to Chop Suzy (who works at the Onion's local offices), "liking out the really popular girl". She knew what I meant to say. In my nervousness, I just couldn't properly type it.
I really want this gig. |
hedonistpoet
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8:59a |
We are down to eight, from fifteen.
The professor, walks into the room and gives us a hearty, "Good morning," before closing the door and sitting down. In three strides he was at his chair, and upon sitting down, went straight into lecturing.
Awesome. |
sister_bluebird
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7:54a |
Mission accomplished-ish
Provided that the rental company doesn't take offense to my application, I've secured an apartment in downtown Milwaukee, and I'll be moving as of the beginning of October. I like the apartment, and am rather antsy to move. However, there's much to do before going - I have to pare my worldly possessions down to fit in a very small space. It shall be an adventure!
In other news, two of my rats became seriously ill while I was gone. I am trying to decide if they'll make it. I hate having to do this.
Current Mood: exhausted
Current Music: Covenant - Invisible & Silent |
lex_of_green
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1:18a |
I slept over at Leaf’s place this weekend. He woke me up around 1:00 PM – early for a Sunday. LEAF: Is it bad that I have nightmares about playing in a LARP without a rules system? SLEEPY LEX: Mmf wha… LEAF: I hit a guy in the torso with my boffer five times and he still wouldn’t admit to being dead! It was horrible! At that point, I probably should’ve given Leaf a hug and said “there there” or something, but instead I explained the difference between a nightmare and a frustration-mare. (I’m not generally prone to nightmares, but I get frustration-mares all the damn time and oh boy do I know the difference by now.) And then I called Leaf a dork. Leaf said that I had no business calling him a dork, given my own geekly status. At one point I would’ve agreed with him, but no longer! Association with Sam’s friend Sarah has made me wiser. See, the last time Sarah visited she asked me about the tattoo on my wrist, and, well… LEX: It’s a symbol from the nWoD Werewolf game. SARAH: Oh my god, you are such a dork. LEX: What?! Dude. Sam told me that you were a religious Jedi. SARAH: Bene Gesserit actually, and I’m thinking of switching to Buddhism because it’s close enough. But you’re still a dork. And you know? She was right. Also, folks who don’t shower are allowed to tell each other that they stink. Just ‘cause it’s true for both people doesn’t mean it isn’t true for one. Garlic breath, on the other hand, tends to cancel somewhat when both people kissing have it. What’s up with that? And now, game quotes! I don’t do this often, but Saturday was the VERY LAST Aberrant game and I’m going to miss it. And all the players have livejournals, so it’s almost relevant! ( MUTANTS IN SPAAAACE ) Current Music: cannot stop listening to Dr. Horrible |
| Sunday, July 20th, 2008 |
hedonistpoet
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5:02p |
Dear friends, If you should choose to contact me, texting will be useless, given my defunct LCD screen. Please call me. Also, calling you may be hard... *sigh* Only a few days of this, thankfully. Current Mood:  annoyed |
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