Friday Five, Lemmings, Plans.
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elfsYesterday, while I waited for a bus to take me home, three girls of college age walked by me. Two were a bit tarted out, but the third had my attention; a bit geeky looking, with oval gold-rimmed glasses. She was dressed rather conservatively. When a man looks at a woman, he usually gets acknowledgment either in the form of a smile or a scowl, but she just looked away shyly.
Of course, being a rather ordinary man, I let my eyes run down the length of her body and noticed something rather, um, off about her butt. And then I realized: she was wearing an adult diaper. And while a small corner of my mind wondered if anyone at the Wet Spot might find that hot, I mostly felt sad for her to be in such a position.
I learned the Cynthia Doyon died. She's a local radio personality, the DJ for the radio show The Swing Years and Beyond, a big-band music show on Saturday nights. I don't get it-- I saw her just a couple of months ago at some public event. She looked so vibrant and well, not ready to go. She did her show last Saturday and sounded fine to me.
Omaha made tomato soup, using up the tomatoes we had in the cupboard and some basil. It was incredible. The kids, naturally, didn't like it, although they did eat some of it with their bread dipped into it.
I played with the girls, helping them through a second-hand bookstore buy of Where in America is Carmen Sandiego, which I now realize is a bit of a riff on Where's Waldo for younger kids. Still, they had fun tracking down the four characters and their pet and so on. I never thought of John Denver as "Grand Ol' Opry" western, but he was in the illustration.
They played outside for a while as Omaha and I figured out our schedule for the weekend. We're tired. It's been a long summer and looking back, we've had all of one weekend day to ourselves the past two months. We wanted to stay home this weekend. We already had one commitment, to stop by a friend's house and install "anything but Microsoft" on her computer and get it to work. I picked up a copy of Redhat 9 For Dummies for her and I'll burn a couple of RH9 CD's from my collection tonight.
I also saw the new comics and was greatly disappointed by the artwork in Genus, an adult comic I usually collect. Issue 60 was awful. A few Darren McGrath pin-ups do not compensate for the two poorly-sketched and -inked stories that sandwich them.
Then Riverheart called and asked us to come to Pasturedance on Saturday. I really wanted to go to that too, but... dammit. There's needs to be two of me. We're never gonna get that retaining wall fixed, or the gutters cleaned out, or the weeds pulled from the house's east side. The blackberries are coming in on the trail through the woods down to the bus stop, and many of them will be perfect by Sunday.
As the light waned, Kouryou-chan came inside crying. She's recently learned how to cross hand-over-hand on the monkey bars out back, but now she's done it so much she had a blister on her palm. I treated her and she was right as rain, so the next step was to dunk her and Yamaarashi-chan into the tub while Omaha took care of the kitchen. I read to them and learned that Yamaarashi-chan can read when she wants to. She was sounding out letters and working on the phonics, recognizing words. It's an agonizingly slow process and she's willing to give up much quicker than Kouryou-chan, but she's ahead of Kouryou-chan in the process. Which makes sense, given that she's six and Kouryou-chan only three.
They went to bed without more than a token complaint, which was nice; I was in no mood to wrestle with them. They've both been very good this week about bedtimes. Omaha and I went to bed shortly thereafter, and I must have dropped right to sleep.
1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country?
I've been to Florida recently, which is about as alien as I can imagine.
2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling?
There was that trip to Italy. My father, sister and I were walking down a tiny, cobblestone road in Venice when I was startled by a very small dog. I turned around instinctively to flee and smacked my head right into a sign by a butcher's shop advertising cow's tongue. I managed to cut my forehead and by the time I got back to my hotel room I was covered in blood.
There was also that trip to Amsterdam when my mates and I sneaked off to an all-ages dance place and I wound up doing some very heavy petting with a girl who spoke no English. Is that unusual?
3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go?
The Roman provinces, to see how those outside the city lived. Tal-el-armana, the Egyptian City of the Sun. Some of the less traveled places in Greece. Corfu, again.
4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?
Depends on the distance and the need for transportation when I arrive. Plane for anything over a thousand miles. Train for city-to-city transport within that distance.
5. What's the next place on your list to visit?
We'll probably be heading to Portland this winter for our annual family trip to Powell's, and we might be going back to Florida next year.
A Friday Five of Ancient Days
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
A shelf of fluids: A gallon of iced tea. Two quarts of water. Cranberry juice. A box of red miso. Fresh vegetables: carrots, celery, lettuce, chopped onion. A rack of sauces: ketchup, sriracha, Tabasco, Worcestershire.
2. Name five things in your freezer.
Frozen chicken. Klondike Bars, vanilla. A pint of Soya Cream. Frozen tater-tots. Frozen peas.
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Cascade dish washing powder. A box of garbage bags. A can of Raid ant killer. A box of sponges. A refill for the sink-top dish washing liquid.
4. Name five things around your computer.
A shelf of CDs. A box of Kleenex. A beanie-baby Skunk. A carved dragon, a gift from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shemayazi. A poster for Serial Experiments: Lain
5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
See above.
A Lemming:
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants, Spaniards and swashbuckling. You really do think that love can overcome anything. You may be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in the right place. You've probably got one of those relationships where proper nouns have been replaced with "Snookums" and "Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness overload.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
Somebody ask Omaha if that's accurate.
And yeah, I seem to be listening to the Kiki's Delivery Service soundtrack a lot, but that's because it's the only thing in my music folder. I deleted everything else to make room for the Half-Life 2 demo, figuring I'd fill it back up later. Haven't done that yet.
Of course, being a rather ordinary man, I let my eyes run down the length of her body and noticed something rather, um, off about her butt. And then I realized: she was wearing an adult diaper. And while a small corner of my mind wondered if anyone at the Wet Spot might find that hot, I mostly felt sad for her to be in such a position.
I learned the Cynthia Doyon died. She's a local radio personality, the DJ for the radio show The Swing Years and Beyond, a big-band music show on Saturday nights. I don't get it-- I saw her just a couple of months ago at some public event. She looked so vibrant and well, not ready to go. She did her show last Saturday and sounded fine to me.
Omaha made tomato soup, using up the tomatoes we had in the cupboard and some basil. It was incredible. The kids, naturally, didn't like it, although they did eat some of it with their bread dipped into it.
I played with the girls, helping them through a second-hand bookstore buy of Where in America is Carmen Sandiego, which I now realize is a bit of a riff on Where's Waldo for younger kids. Still, they had fun tracking down the four characters and their pet and so on. I never thought of John Denver as "Grand Ol' Opry" western, but he was in the illustration.
They played outside for a while as Omaha and I figured out our schedule for the weekend. We're tired. It's been a long summer and looking back, we've had all of one weekend day to ourselves the past two months. We wanted to stay home this weekend. We already had one commitment, to stop by a friend's house and install "anything but Microsoft" on her computer and get it to work. I picked up a copy of Redhat 9 For Dummies for her and I'll burn a couple of RH9 CD's from my collection tonight.
I also saw the new comics and was greatly disappointed by the artwork in Genus, an adult comic I usually collect. Issue 60 was awful. A few Darren McGrath pin-ups do not compensate for the two poorly-sketched and -inked stories that sandwich them.
Then Riverheart called and asked us to come to Pasturedance on Saturday. I really wanted to go to that too, but... dammit. There's needs to be two of me. We're never gonna get that retaining wall fixed, or the gutters cleaned out, or the weeds pulled from the house's east side. The blackberries are coming in on the trail through the woods down to the bus stop, and many of them will be perfect by Sunday.
As the light waned, Kouryou-chan came inside crying. She's recently learned how to cross hand-over-hand on the monkey bars out back, but now she's done it so much she had a blister on her palm. I treated her and she was right as rain, so the next step was to dunk her and Yamaarashi-chan into the tub while Omaha took care of the kitchen. I read to them and learned that Yamaarashi-chan can read when she wants to. She was sounding out letters and working on the phonics, recognizing words. It's an agonizingly slow process and she's willing to give up much quicker than Kouryou-chan, but she's ahead of Kouryou-chan in the process. Which makes sense, given that she's six and Kouryou-chan only three.
They went to bed without more than a token complaint, which was nice; I was in no mood to wrestle with them. They've both been very good this week about bedtimes. Omaha and I went to bed shortly thereafter, and I must have dropped right to sleep.
1. What's the last place you traveled to, outside your own home state/country?
I've been to Florida recently, which is about as alien as I can imagine.
2. What's the most bizarre/unusual thing that's ever happened to you while traveling?
There was that trip to Italy. My father, sister and I were walking down a tiny, cobblestone road in Venice when I was startled by a very small dog. I turned around instinctively to flee and smacked my head right into a sign by a butcher's shop advertising cow's tongue. I managed to cut my forehead and by the time I got back to my hotel room I was covered in blood.
There was also that trip to Amsterdam when my mates and I sneaked off to an all-ages dance place and I wound up doing some very heavy petting with a girl who spoke no English. Is that unusual?
3. If you could take off to anywhere, money and time being no object, where would you go?
The Roman provinces, to see how those outside the city lived. Tal-el-armana, the Egyptian City of the Sun. Some of the less traveled places in Greece. Corfu, again.
4. Do you prefer traveling by plane, train or car?
Depends on the distance and the need for transportation when I arrive. Plane for anything over a thousand miles. Train for city-to-city transport within that distance.
5. What's the next place on your list to visit?
We'll probably be heading to Portland this winter for our annual family trip to Powell's, and we might be going back to Florida next year.
A Friday Five of Ancient Days
1. Name five things in your refrigerator.
A shelf of fluids: A gallon of iced tea. Two quarts of water. Cranberry juice. A box of red miso. Fresh vegetables: carrots, celery, lettuce, chopped onion. A rack of sauces: ketchup, sriracha, Tabasco, Worcestershire.
2. Name five things in your freezer.
Frozen chicken. Klondike Bars, vanilla. A pint of Soya Cream. Frozen tater-tots. Frozen peas.
3. Name five things under your kitchen sink.
Cascade dish washing powder. A box of garbage bags. A can of Raid ant killer. A box of sponges. A refill for the sink-top dish washing liquid.
4. Name five things around your computer.
A shelf of CDs. A box of Kleenex. A beanie-baby Skunk. A carved dragon, a gift from
shemayazi. A poster for Serial Experiments: Lain5. How do you plan to spend your weekend?
See above.
A Lemming:
I'm sure it's no big surprise to you that your romance is The Princess Bride. A heartwarming tale of "Twue Wuve" that has giants, Spaniards and swashbuckling. You really do think that love can overcome anything. You may be a touch naive but your heart is certainly in the right place. You've probably got one of those relationships where proper nouns have been replaced with "Snookums" and "Pookie Pie". Eww. Beware a cuteness overload.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
Somebody ask Omaha if that's accurate.
And yeah, I seem to be listening to the Kiki's Delivery Service soundtrack a lot, but that's because it's the only thing in my music folder. I deleted everything else to make room for the Half-Life 2 demo, figuring I'd fill it back up later. Haven't done that yet.
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Date: 2003-08-08 07:04 pm (UTC)You must like to spank or be spanked, because your
romance is reminiscent of Secretary. A truly
modern love story, it shows that you don't need
to be conventional to be normal. You're
probably the type that owns a whole lot more
leather than what's upholstering your car or
sofa. Yeah, you know what I mean.
What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life?
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