Someplace like home

A bit of context, my mood right now can only be described as morose. Partly cause I had my usual miniscule amount of alcohol at lysscat's party (it really is ridiculous how little it takes to rob me of my coordination). Partly other stuff. And I just had a scalding hot, steamy shower, so lack of oxygen might also be contributing.

Anyway, I was standing under all that water and steam kinda wishing for a place tucked way away in bumblefuckland, a big, old fashioned rambly and cozy farmhouse on enough land to say "pfff, what neighbors?" Someplace quiet, with lots of farm cats, light during the day and stars at night, furnished with comfy mostly secondhand furniture, bookshelves a go-go, quite the library of movies and the obligatory, half functional original Nintendo (among other systems) hooked up to the TV. Someplace where not only I could find peace, but welcome and open to whomever needed the space for whatever reason - time alone for the weekend, time and quiet to heal from a broken heart or spirit, whatever. I wished someplace like that existed, and not just for me. And then I thought, well, maybe that would be someplace I'd like to have someday, a big old place where the door was always open, the kettle was always on for cocoa and tea, and if you were willing to pitch in with the helping and the dishes, dinner would always be delicious. Yeah, I'd definitely like a place like that, I think. It'd be like having a friends and family only bed and breakfast for the price of helping with the upkeep in some way during their stay.

*sigh* right now though, I wish there was some place like that for me.

grumble

bah, the default LJ theme is so utterly blandly BORING usually. Why can't they leave the current halloween theme or something as pretty up all the time?

and a pox on daylight savings. I might have gained an hour of sleep, but I also gained about three minutes worth of holding down several bitchy semifunctional buttons on my alarm clock for a really long time to get it to go one hour back, as opposed to tapping it once at the other end of the year.

at least the sun will hoist its lazy ass skyward at around 6 like it's supposed to now instead of an entirely unhelpful 7.

creepy Windows auto updating the time. there was a full hour and 8 minutes between tonights posts.

reasons why I love being on certain LJ comms.

Take blackfolk for instance. It's a comm full of people that pretty much annoy the fuck out of each other, argue both ends of the so-called black experience without reaching the middle, and are generally politically ornery. (With mostly good reason, they're black folk, think about it.) But on the other hand, there's this community wide obsession with David Hasslehoff... yeah. Go figure. *shakes head*

Morning's been good so far, other than the thinking too much. Breakfast with Sunny at Brueggers, which was tasty but now I reek like red onions due to a bagel sandwich we were sharing. (real interesting combination with hazelnut coffee let me tell you. I smell like a sensitive new age bag of organic potato chips.

Need to subscribe to Entertainment Weekly, since I'm now picking it up just about weekly and while I can better afford a subscription than a weekly newstand price. I really do love that magazine, it's the only one I actually read these days. I mean, any rag that gets frikken' Alan Moore to talk to them about Watchmen has to be awesome, but I think the thing I always loved about them is the fact that they are unafraid to do a big hypy cover story on a movie and on the next page give the same movie a hideously bad review. Not to mention everyone who writes for it is wonderfully snarky. anyway, I need to go read the issue I just picked up...

The Senegalese have it in for us.

me: ever notice that all hurricanes seem to come from Senegal? I don't think they like us very much...
sunny: you should write that down.
me: ...which would explain why my high school French teacher kept giving us tests.
sunny: ok, now you really need to write that down.

heh, I wonder if M. Bassène is still teaching...

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probably a small mercy that my cell phone didn't pick it up too well. Think Lobster Sticks to Magnet, except more atonal and completely serious.