liar liar, swim trunks on fire
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verbicideThis week has been absurdly busy, with no signs of letting up.
Tuesday: Got to see Neil Gaiman! We loves him, we does. But apparently not enough to wait in line for 5 hours (they were calling people to line-up by ticket number and we were 425, blech). I bought Anansi Boys and I like the 4 pages I've managed to read of it so far. Neil also did a reading of it from further down the book and he really does a lovely job, so I'm looking forward to reading it once I retrieve my glasses from whatever cosmic black hole they continuously insist on falling into.
Neil related a very funny story of telling someone that when people talk about Good Omens, people assume that he wrote a very serious book about the Apocalypse, and Terry Pratchett pranced pixie-like behind him and made it funny, so Anansi Boys was his way of showing that he could be funny, too.
Also I got to see Emily and meet her friend Laurel. They both were walking ahead of Sarah and myself and I was very aware that I felt like I was 500 years old. They are both very young, very tall, very skinny, and appear to be colt-like creatures from another planet.
Yesterday: Work was a blur. It was crappy day for Jeff whose demonic laptop exploded for the third time. I'm finally starting to write the case study, but it's very slow and painful for some reason. After work, Jeff and I went to Uptown Espresso to study our respective languages of choice, and to meet![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
saavedra77 to loan him Firefly. Tony is as nice in person as he is online and it was fun getting to know him better. Also, it's always fun to watch Jeff turn pink when I introduce him to people. I speak the plain unvarnished truth, but he is a modest bunny.
Jeff and I managed to study not one whit. The problem is that we absolutely never run out of conversation. I have no idea why. We do nothing but talk. And it's never boring. Sometimes a story gets repeated because we're not sure it's been shared, but it's still fun, dammit. I blame Jeff. I told him he has to be more boring.
In other news, Jeff is a complete and utter fraud. See, after the non-studying in the cafe, we went swimming.
A few weeks ago Jeff mentioned that he was interested in taking swim lessons. He was looking for a good cardio workout that didn't stress his back the way running did, and I failed to control my glee because I looooooooove swimming. Jeff said he had a problem with swimming in that his strokes didn't somehow take him forward, but that he would only drift sideways.
Anyhow, we figured out that the Ballard pool had adult swim lessons and immediately after the lessons is an hour of lap swim open to all. Last night was the first lesson. I eagerly sat on the bleachers to watch this; intensely curious to watch this ostensible side-ways drift. He had described it like he is covered in cilia and can't move forward.
Immediately, the instructor had people show him their crawl, and Jeff shot out in this perfect straight crawl. What. The. Fuck. EVER. He swears that he used to drift, but I'm not buying it.
Crushing disappointment aside, it's awesome that he liked it so much. We swam for a half-hour after his class and plan to do it regularly now that he's discovered his inner dolphin.
Tonight: Judy and I are getting dressed up and going to Flying Fish. I've never been there, Judy loves it, and it's her much belated birthday dinner we've both had to reschedule approximately 500 times because our lives are insane. But tonight is the night! FINALLY!
Friday & Saturday: Either I'm going to see A History of Violence with Jeff and then go to Mark's party on Saturday. Or I'm going to come home and chill on Friday and bail on Mark's party on Saturday, and then see A History of Violence with Judy and John and have dinner with them. Though I really like Mark and may have to try to go to his party after seeing A History of Violence on Saturday with Judy and John. Or maybe seeing The Constant Gardener on Saturday with them. Because I really want to see both of those damn movies.
Sunday: I am going to sleep. A lot. And grocery shop. And fucking exercise.
Next week, except for swimming with Jeff on Wednesday, I would like to come home straight from work every single night and go straight to bed. I was whining to Jeff about my schedule, and he very sweetly said I could bail on swimming with him (notonyourfuckinglifebuddy), but I said the problem isn't that I have too many commitments I don't want, the problem is I have too many commitments I do want to honor.
In other scheduling frustration, I really want to go to Oakland end of October, ticket's are bought, etc etc. But The Decemberists and Dudley Manlove are playing. Plus our office loves Halloween and I would more than likely miss the huge party and runway parade and voting that will happen before I can get there from the airport. It's a bad weekend to be gone. And I mean, it's not like I love Dudley Manlove more than my nephews, but I worship their Halloween show. It's going to cost me to move my stupid flight, but I don't want to miss it. Dammit. So I'm trying to see if my brother & fam & Amy are all available the weekend before.
I would say no more traveling this year, but my family is renting a cabin in Tahoe or Big Bear and I've promised to go this year. Which also makes me think maybe I should just bag the entire Oakland trip for this year, because I'll see the nephews then. I would visit them in November, but J & fam are busy the first two weekends, and I'm busy the last two.
*runs around* It's very maddening. Why don't the stars ever align conveniently??
Tuesday: Got to see Neil Gaiman! We loves him, we does. But apparently not enough to wait in line for 5 hours (they were calling people to line-up by ticket number and we were 425, blech). I bought Anansi Boys and I like the 4 pages I've managed to read of it so far. Neil also did a reading of it from further down the book and he really does a lovely job, so I'm looking forward to reading it once I retrieve my glasses from whatever cosmic black hole they continuously insist on falling into.
Neil related a very funny story of telling someone that when people talk about Good Omens, people assume that he wrote a very serious book about the Apocalypse, and Terry Pratchett pranced pixie-like behind him and made it funny, so Anansi Boys was his way of showing that he could be funny, too.
Also I got to see Emily and meet her friend Laurel. They both were walking ahead of Sarah and myself and I was very aware that I felt like I was 500 years old. They are both very young, very tall, very skinny, and appear to be colt-like creatures from another planet.
Yesterday: Work was a blur. It was crappy day for Jeff whose demonic laptop exploded for the third time. I'm finally starting to write the case study, but it's very slow and painful for some reason. After work, Jeff and I went to Uptown Espresso to study our respective languages of choice, and to meet
saavedra77 to loan him Firefly. Tony is as nice in person as he is online and it was fun getting to know him better. Also, it's always fun to watch Jeff turn pink when I introduce him to people. I speak the plain unvarnished truth, but he is a modest bunny. Jeff and I managed to study not one whit. The problem is that we absolutely never run out of conversation. I have no idea why. We do nothing but talk. And it's never boring. Sometimes a story gets repeated because we're not sure it's been shared, but it's still fun, dammit. I blame Jeff. I told him he has to be more boring.
In other news, Jeff is a complete and utter fraud. See, after the non-studying in the cafe, we went swimming.
A few weeks ago Jeff mentioned that he was interested in taking swim lessons. He was looking for a good cardio workout that didn't stress his back the way running did, and I failed to control my glee because I looooooooove swimming. Jeff said he had a problem with swimming in that his strokes didn't somehow take him forward, but that he would only drift sideways.
Anyhow, we figured out that the Ballard pool had adult swim lessons and immediately after the lessons is an hour of lap swim open to all. Last night was the first lesson. I eagerly sat on the bleachers to watch this; intensely curious to watch this ostensible side-ways drift. He had described it like he is covered in cilia and can't move forward.
Immediately, the instructor had people show him their crawl, and Jeff shot out in this perfect straight crawl. What. The. Fuck. EVER. He swears that he used to drift, but I'm not buying it.
Crushing disappointment aside, it's awesome that he liked it so much. We swam for a half-hour after his class and plan to do it regularly now that he's discovered his inner dolphin.
Tonight: Judy and I are getting dressed up and going to Flying Fish. I've never been there, Judy loves it, and it's her much belated birthday dinner we've both had to reschedule approximately 500 times because our lives are insane. But tonight is the night! FINALLY!
Friday & Saturday: Either I'm going to see A History of Violence with Jeff and then go to Mark's party on Saturday. Or I'm going to come home and chill on Friday and bail on Mark's party on Saturday, and then see A History of Violence with Judy and John and have dinner with them. Though I really like Mark and may have to try to go to his party after seeing A History of Violence on Saturday with Judy and John. Or maybe seeing The Constant Gardener on Saturday with them. Because I really want to see both of those damn movies.
Sunday: I am going to sleep. A lot. And grocery shop. And fucking exercise.
Next week, except for swimming with Jeff on Wednesday, I would like to come home straight from work every single night and go straight to bed. I was whining to Jeff about my schedule, and he very sweetly said I could bail on swimming with him (notonyourfuckinglifebuddy), but I said the problem isn't that I have too many commitments I don't want, the problem is I have too many commitments I do want to honor.
In other scheduling frustration, I really want to go to Oakland end of October, ticket's are bought, etc etc. But The Decemberists and Dudley Manlove are playing. Plus our office loves Halloween and I would more than likely miss the huge party and runway parade and voting that will happen before I can get there from the airport. It's a bad weekend to be gone. And I mean, it's not like I love Dudley Manlove more than my nephews, but I worship their Halloween show. It's going to cost me to move my stupid flight, but I don't want to miss it. Dammit. So I'm trying to see if my brother & fam & Amy are all available the weekend before.
I would say no more traveling this year, but my family is renting a cabin in Tahoe or Big Bear and I've promised to go this year. Which also makes me think maybe I should just bag the entire Oakland trip for this year, because I'll see the nephews then. I would visit them in November, but J & fam are busy the first two weekends, and I'm busy the last two.
*runs around* It's very maddening. Why don't the stars ever align conveniently??
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Date: 2005-10-06 04:42 pm (UTC)Hahahaha
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Date: 2005-10-06 04:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 04:50 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 04:53 pm (UTC)And while they are both very pretty, they're not glassy, fake dolls at all. They're very sweet looking, actually. But colt-like, on these impossibly long legs. It's adorable.
You can't hate a colt!
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Date: 2005-10-06 04:59 pm (UTC)Just so long as they don't have that dead-eyed stare of the vapid teenager. Ugh.
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:00 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 05:05 pm (UTC)I probably should take advantage of the community pool down the street.
I should see History of Violence this weekend.
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 05:16 pm (UTC)Hah! Funny, somehow I didn't picture the 2 of you just quietly poring over your books after I left. :)
Not that I exhibited any more self-control, that night: despite my best intentions, I ended up staying up & watching the entire disc instead of just an episode or 2 before going to bed. Which led to oversleeping--not enough so that anyone noticed, this a.m., but it was a close call!
The episodes were interesting: I think I liked "Shindig" best, closely followed by "Mrs. Reynolds" ...
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:19 pm (UTC)And I wondered if you'd be able to stop after one episode! Those are both terrific episodes, though I can't remember what the other two are on that disc.
Let me know if you'd like to borrow the other two discs!
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Date: 2005-10-06 05:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 05:32 pm (UTC)And you're right, I don't think I realized how funny some parts of Sandman were until I read the series for the second time.
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Date: 2005-10-06 06:20 pm (UTC)Oh, I would, definitely. We'll have to arrange another dropoff--maybe same time/place, another day?
And it was a pleasure to meet you and (the infamous) Jeff!
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Date: 2005-10-06 06:23 pm (UTC)Absolutement! I can do it as early as tomorrow, if you'd like the discs for the weekend, or any day next week except for Wednesday or Friday.
And it really was a pleasure to meet you, too!
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Date: 2005-10-06 08:52 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 08:55 pm (UTC)(Not to state the obvious or anything, but if you're done with disc 2, could you bring that with you? My friend Jeanne is next in line for the first two discs!)
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Date: 2005-10-06 09:20 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-10-06 09:21 pm (UTC)