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I was intending to sleep more but somehow my eyes just popped open at 7 like usual. I feel pretty awake, so I'm not complaining. Too much.

Last night's dinner came out good despite nearly failing my first attempt at cooking quinoa. No one told me about the delicate miniature popcorn stage the stuff has to go through, so I almost almost burnt it. still, after it was done it was very very tasty, as was the chicken. Long live Annie's all natural marinade!

An evening of somewhat tense annoyance followed dinner, where beatgoddess and I figured out the logistics of running network cable around the house (thanks for running out to buy some, sweetie) I wanted to test out the network and began to hook up Master Freak, but immediately ran into a roadblock for his keyboard was missing. I spent the next hour ransacking the house looking for it, and then beatgirl checked a place in the closet I had looked three times and pulls it out. by that time I was too tired, cranky, and annoyed to deal with the whole network project at all. Slightly unhelpful was that I happened across a drawer full of pictures from Smith days and recently, and all of the prom and baby pictures currently missing from my old photo album. Though I was very happy to find those, I was still supremely torqued as this enormous pack of photos still did not include the several from birkwelch's visit two-esque years ago that I was actively looking for.

*sigh*

I did have something to look forward to that wasn't annoying. At some point in the cooking dinner process, gossamer_gull called from work to harass us (like she usually does) and quite accidentally a trip to Denny's was planned. I welcomed the chance to see her and inle_rah three times in a week, so around ten thirty inle showed up at our house and since she was all hyper and bouncy, she, sundart and I took a walk around the block and chatted for a while, and then came to the house and watched [adult swim] for an hour. Though I welcome any and all opportunities to watch Futurama (I love the bells in the opening theme song - and the fact that the intro looks like a more colorful, less dark and angsty Invader Zim . . . not to mention the show has not yet failed to wring a belly laugh from me) I was left bemused and kind of traumatized by The Family Guy, which I had seen before and sort of liked, but the episode we watched last night was several shades on the wrong side of just plain offensive. And usually I find offensive really funny, but it has to be well done offensive. Like South Park. Anyway, after the cartoons, we moseyed to g.g.'s work, chatted in the car a bit, then whisked a freshly sprung g.g. to Denny's where we got the really really cool pagan goth waitress who remembers everybody and everything and is really sweet and bouncy all the time. I think her name is Jennifer. We chowed, chatted, complimented g.g. and inle on their nice attire, and then g.g. whisked us home to bed.

so the evening balanced out.

I shall attempt the networking again tonight, wish me luck. I'll need it.

Sighting of the wild African 'fro

Hee hee, spacecrime has posted pictures of the Harry Potter party last month. See the cape wearing 'frobot herself, waiting to get her hot little hands on a certain blue tome! and there's a picture of darkling_dreams too!

Fantasy 'fro attacks!. Yep, that's me. The black one. ;)

Pretty friggin' blah day otherwise. High points included sundart calling me at work to read me really funny passages from the several reams worth of letters we exchanged during the summers of 97 and 98. It may at last be time for me to revisit those letters, put the associated angst and horror of long ass separation behind me once and for all, and keep the parts that were especially funny, squishy, or . . . journal worthy, as I didn't keep one through college, much to my own displeasure.

Thinking of buying a big fat photo album and winnowing through that huge pile of pictures I came across yesterday. I could probably fill one or two of just Smith stuff. Probably not until the pedestrian log jam that is Downtown Girl Land during the Summerfest Sidewalk Sale.

Other high point - recieving large box, courtesy of sundart's dad, of hardcover new fantasy novels, including the third Kushiel novel. Anyone who hasn't read those books, march out and do so before I break out the hot pokers and astroglide. They're by Jacqueline Carey, and the first two were fabulous (Kushiel's Dart and Kushiel's Chosen), and I expect nothing less from the third (Kushiel's Avatar). These are her first books too - it will be interesting to see how she follows them up.

And speaking of fairly new fantasy writers - wonder what Anne Bishop's been up to lately? Or Nalo Hopkinton? *sigh* must start . . . writing . . . again . . .

What? Why?

I just got an email from my mother.

Someone explain to me why she thinks it's a good idea for me to go to the other end of the country and work for Microsoft?

Some people just don't get it. Some people just don't get me.

bathed in the glow of strange yellow light

I hate this thing. *glares balefully at Master Freak and new Linksys router by turns* Sure, beatgoddess's computer connects up fine. Mine, not so much. Fucking comcast nazis. Fucking ancient computers. Fucking routers that are supposed to be easy to set up but aren't.

Head hurty, and there's a strange yellow light filtering in from the windows as the sun sets behind yet another scattered T-storm - although it should really be called a g-storm - all it really did was grumble to itself and rain a lot.

At least the light is pretty.