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elfsSo J and I go out the all-men's party at the Wetspot Friday night.
We (well, I; it's definitely not J's kink, but he took it the way an athropologist might) enjoyed the fisting demonstration before the actual party, although I have to admit that I was humbled by the stunt bottom. This guy was taking hand and arm halfway to the elbow and I was wondering where the Hell someone came up with that much room. It's one thing to see that kind of depth on a video screen; it's another to see it in public. And it doesn't hurt that the bottom was a handsome specimen, even if the top was, well, never mind. Readers of Doc Savage will remember Monk. I was surprised that in all of the discussion of Crisco nobody mentioned my favorite tricks: vitamin-E oil, three capsules per cup of Crisco. And putting silicone lube inside your glove to enhance sensation.
The party itself was curiously sedate. No, let's rephrase: nothing was happening. J and I finally took out a pair of Nerf® bats and started wailing on each other combatively. Got a couple of nice bruises from it. He's so much faster than I am that it was only a contest because he was operating on three hours of sleep. We left only two hours after the party began because, well, nothing else was going to happen for a while.
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fallenpegasus came over and ended up staying so late that he crashed on the couch. His coming over reminds me of this article because I get the feeling that he and I would both be nodding and going "Mmm-hmm. Yep. Yep." It's called "Caring for your Introvert." [sic after suggestion by fallenpegasus.]
I made pancakes in the morning... real ones, with butter and milk and eggs (whipthe whites for fluff!) and more melted butter and warmed dark amber maple syrup. That and a cup of Torrefazione Palermo coffee and I was ready to take on the day.
Which was good becauseomahas was going to be spending the day at... I'm loathe to call something that doesn't bring income "work," but they're not willing to call it a failed startup... yet.
I stayed with the kids, made bread, broke up screaming matches between the two of them. Poor Yamaarashi-chan took the brunt of Kouryou-chan's grumpiness. The little one has a head sniffle and every little tragedy was worthy of an operatic libretto in scream-sharp. Yamaarashi-chan tried so hard to make nice, and did such a wonderful job of it, but still, Kouryou-chan was a pain.
The kids were better in the evening. We stunned them with a Pooh video and a lot of good food... One thing they'll always eat is paella or risotto, so Omaha made a lovely paella with shrimp.
Sunday, we did yard work. Raked up all of the wood chips in the back yard that were left over from the yard cleaning way back in fall. It was on a tarp all winter and is nicely composted and chipped now, which will make great weed control over the vegetable garden bed. I can't wait to have some fresh basil planted. And it looks like the rosemary plant survived the winter in good shape. Looking forward to summer lunches of garden tomatoes, basil, balsamic vinegar, and mozerrella sandwiches on home-made foccacia.
Goddess, I am becoming such a foodie. And I'm glad Omaha and I agreed that we would have family meals as often as possible-- which means eating real food cooked at home, at the family dining table, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner when we can. Rarely, we'll make dinner and eat while we watch a movie together-- the kids know what a pizza night means. The more I read about the consequences of doing otherwise, I'm sure we made the right decision.
Anyway, we also took the back gate off the fence and rehung it and inch higher. The wood is old and the gate sagged terribly such that it dragged on the ground-- which didn't help matters by sloping up towards the foundation. Now we can open it, although Omaha had to spend a while with the saw to cut off a new gap in the doorstop so it would close properly.
I also took out a garden weasel (it's sad when former S&M toys get "repurposed" for their marketed use) and aerated all of the soil under the tarp. I'll have to do that again soon and then reseed. The back yard is such a mess and I refuse to let it become a horrible jungle. I have kids now. Never know what kinds of snakes and such might show up in there. We already have enough trouble with that freakin' gopher.
And then I took a nap. Kouryou-chan passed out next to me and we got in two whole hours. Maybe I've simply become a Gentleman Of A Certain Age, and naps are a requisite to being able to enjoy the simpler things in life.
We (well, I; it's definitely not J's kink, but he took it the way an athropologist might) enjoyed the fisting demonstration before the actual party, although I have to admit that I was humbled by the stunt bottom. This guy was taking hand and arm halfway to the elbow and I was wondering where the Hell someone came up with that much room. It's one thing to see that kind of depth on a video screen; it's another to see it in public. And it doesn't hurt that the bottom was a handsome specimen, even if the top was, well, never mind. Readers of Doc Savage will remember Monk. I was surprised that in all of the discussion of Crisco nobody mentioned my favorite tricks: vitamin-E oil, three capsules per cup of Crisco. And putting silicone lube inside your glove to enhance sensation.
The party itself was curiously sedate. No, let's rephrase: nothing was happening. J and I finally took out a pair of Nerf® bats and started wailing on each other combatively. Got a couple of nice bruises from it. He's so much faster than I am that it was only a contest because he was operating on three hours of sleep. We left only two hours after the party began because, well, nothing else was going to happen for a while.
fallenpegasus came over and ended up staying so late that he crashed on the couch. His coming over reminds me of this article because I get the feeling that he and I would both be nodding and going "Mmm-hmm. Yep. Yep." It's called "Caring for your Introvert." [sic after suggestion by fallenpegasus.]I made pancakes in the morning... real ones, with butter and milk and eggs (whipthe whites for fluff!) and more melted butter and warmed dark amber maple syrup. That and a cup of Torrefazione Palermo coffee and I was ready to take on the day.
Which was good because
omahas was going to be spending the day at... I'm loathe to call something that doesn't bring income "work," but they're not willing to call it a failed startup... yet.I stayed with the kids, made bread, broke up screaming matches between the two of them. Poor Yamaarashi-chan took the brunt of Kouryou-chan's grumpiness. The little one has a head sniffle and every little tragedy was worthy of an operatic libretto in scream-sharp. Yamaarashi-chan tried so hard to make nice, and did such a wonderful job of it, but still, Kouryou-chan was a pain.
The kids were better in the evening. We stunned them with a Pooh video and a lot of good food... One thing they'll always eat is paella or risotto, so Omaha made a lovely paella with shrimp.
Sunday, we did yard work. Raked up all of the wood chips in the back yard that were left over from the yard cleaning way back in fall. It was on a tarp all winter and is nicely composted and chipped now, which will make great weed control over the vegetable garden bed. I can't wait to have some fresh basil planted. And it looks like the rosemary plant survived the winter in good shape. Looking forward to summer lunches of garden tomatoes, basil, balsamic vinegar, and mozerrella sandwiches on home-made foccacia.
Goddess, I am becoming such a foodie. And I'm glad Omaha and I agreed that we would have family meals as often as possible-- which means eating real food cooked at home, at the family dining table, and breakfast, lunch, and dinner when we can. Rarely, we'll make dinner and eat while we watch a movie together-- the kids know what a pizza night means. The more I read about the consequences of doing otherwise, I'm sure we made the right decision.
Anyway, we also took the back gate off the fence and rehung it and inch higher. The wood is old and the gate sagged terribly such that it dragged on the ground-- which didn't help matters by sloping up towards the foundation. Now we can open it, although Omaha had to spend a while with the saw to cut off a new gap in the doorstop so it would close properly.
I also took out a garden weasel (it's sad when former S&M toys get "repurposed" for their marketed use) and aerated all of the soil under the tarp. I'll have to do that again soon and then reseed. The back yard is such a mess and I refuse to let it become a horrible jungle. I have kids now. Never know what kinds of snakes and such might show up in there. We already have enough trouble with that freakin' gopher.
And then I took a nap. Kouryou-chan passed out next to me and we got in two whole hours. Maybe I've simply become a Gentleman Of A Certain Age, and naps are a requisite to being able to enjoy the simpler things in life.
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Date: 2003-02-24 02:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-26 08:26 am (UTC)Risotto with Shrimp (http://cookinglight.timeinc.net/cooking/recipefinder.dyn?action=displayRecipe&recipe_id=235854)
We're big subscribers to Cooking Light.
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Date: 2003-02-24 05:11 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-02-24 09:45 pm (UTC)Great article(s)
Date: 2003-02-24 06:21 pm (UTC)I love this line: "I'm an introvert. You are a wonderful person and I like you. But now please shush."
Re: Great article(s)
Date: 2003-02-25 05:53 pm (UTC)Let me preface this by saying that I am an extrovert. I need to be around other people to really feel comfortable. When given the choice between being alone and being with someone I dislike, I have chosen to be with the person I dislike.
Given that, all I came away from this article with was a general negative impression of extroverts, and no real idea of what I should be doing to better interact with introverted people. I read things like "As often as I have tried to explain the matter to extroverts, I have never sensed that any of them really understood. They listen for a moment and then go back to barking and yipping.", and felt vaguely insulted. It's not "barking and yipping," it's how I think.
I recognize that there's a problem in my interactions with introverted people - and since about half my friends are introverted to some degree, I was rather hoping that the author would fulfil his early promise to teach extroverts something they could use to help them interact with introverts. Instead, I came away with a general sense that extroverts are Bad People who make the rules and don't want to make an effort to change the way they act.
If anyone out there can give me some impression of a concrete change I can make in how I deal with the introverts around me, I'd be much obliged. I don't want to be a Bad Person - but having read that article, I don't feel any more enlightened about how to be better.
Re: Great article(s)
Date: 2003-02-25 09:14 pm (UTC)(I don't know if I would be any good at giving anyone pointers however, I have never been a socially adept person and I always agonize over anything of myself I place in public, even my opinions.) With that disclaimer... How would I like to be treated in general?
It's not that I don't enjoy the company of other people, even in larger doses, as long as it isn't too many people at once/for too long. Most extroverts I know tend to be more forceful in their methods of conversation, and I never feel that I can get a word in edgewise. If the extrovert in the conversation could take some time to occasionally slow it down and/or pause for feedback/response etc that would be appreciated. I feel less pummeled energy-wise after a laid back party or public gathering, so if you are hosting the party maybe make sure there are places for people to retreat to if they need to. I was always extremely grateful that I lived at the Haunted when there were parties so I could retreat to the safe haven of my room if I needed to. Just realize and accept that we need our space occasionally and don't try and seek us out. :)
It is very possible for extroverts and introverts to get along well, most of the household I lived with for several years (the Haunted) are extroverts and I love them to death. We just had to find a comfortable space where everyone could feel their opinions were respected and wanted. I am very bad at expressing myself verbally, but we eventually got comfortable enough that I was able to step into (and out of) conversations as needed.
Don't know if that helped at all... ^_^;; I don't think there is an easy "This is what to do and not to do" explanation. Just respect us and we will respect you. :) Its interesting because my fiance is a bit of both, but it seems he made a conscious decision when he was younger to become so. I don't think its a hard line anyway, though I do identify myself as an introvert.
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PSW
Date: 2003-02-25 07:24 am (UTC)Re: PSW
Date: 2003-02-25 07:35 am (UTC)Trade Secret: Most game companies are doing it wrong as well. There are (were?) a LOT of companies out there that put out hits as they were shutting their doors.
Publishing without development is MUCH less risky.
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Date: 2003-02-24 10:55 pm (UTC)The first time I fisted someone that deep, i was in awe that he could take that much without hardly batting an eye. *sings* "fiiiiive folding desklaaaamps!"
>Crisco nobody mentioned my favorite tricks: vitamin-E oil, three capsules per cup of Crisco. And putting silicone lube inside your glove to enhance sensation.
You and I need to talk about trade secrets! I had a BF who used to mix about equal parts of crisco and mineral oil. Slick+slippery=slickery!
>Never know what kinds of snakes and such might show up in there.
I grew up in Washington. Bout the only type of snakes you'll find in western Washington are Racers and Garter snakes. Neither of which are harmful. I did run across the occasional centipede but never got bit. I understand the bite is painful as hell, but relatively harmless.
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Date: 2003-02-25 11:18 am (UTC)Just needed to work that line in somewhere....
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Date: 2003-02-25 09:03 pm (UTC)