featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (did you have fun?)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants was out for the weekend, so [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I (almost) finished up the holiday shopping while she was gone. I learned a thing about [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, which is that he has a certain number of steps alloted to him for each day, and at the end of that magical number of steps, he turns off his filters. Then, he's wandering idly through, say, the mall, going "Yugoloth. Megaloth! ULTRALOTH!!" and suchlike. Why not? Also, we haven't been in a mall in so long that being in the mall was like being in another world altogether from the one we know. I think this happens every time we go shopping, and I just forget. It's not precisely alienation, just a sense of being an ethnologist studying a tribe practically unknown by your own tribe.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants is back now, and we should get to actually spend some time with her after she turns in her Greek final tomorrow. Wish her smooth translations, will ya?

The schedule for this week looks pretty nice, actually. Tonight, finish up Arts and Crafts Time (we're making some clever little things for some people...), tomorrow is Ballapalooza ([livejournal.com profile] zylch and an unknown cast of others are coming over to make booze balls and cookies in our kitchen), Thursday is Date Night (I have some inkling that we might go see The Golden Compass, and Friday we're gaming (there's this thing with this entire village full of werewolves....). That's a whole week in which none of the words are 'meeting'. I'm excited. Are you excited?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants was out for the weekend, so [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I (almost) finished up the holiday shopping while she was gone. I learned a thing about [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, which is that he has a certain number of steps alloted to him for each day, and at the end of that magical number of steps, he turns off his filters. Then, he's wandering idly through, say, the mall, going "Yugoloth. Megaloth! ULTRALOTH!!" and suchlike. Why not? Also, we haven't been in a mall in so long that being in the mall was like being in another world altogether from the one we know. I think this happens every time we go shopping, and I just forget. It's not precisely alienation, just a sense of being an ethnologist studying a tribe practically unknown by your own tribe.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants is back now, and we should get to actually spend some time with her after she turns in her Greek final tomorrow. Wish her smooth translations, will ya?

The schedule for this week looks pretty nice, actually. Tonight, finish up Arts and Crafts Time (we're making some clever little things for some people...), tomorrow is Ballapalooza ([livejournal.com profile] zylch and an unknown cast of others are coming over to make booze balls and cookies in our kitchen), Thursday is Date Night (I have some inkling that we might go see The Golden Compass, and Friday we're gaming (there's this thing with this entire village full of werewolves....). That's a whole week in which none of the words are 'meeting'. I'm excited. Are you excited?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (promethea)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants was away at dance camp (this one time, at dance camp??) for the weekend, so [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I consoled ourselves by playing D&D, going to the movies, eating stuff she doesn't like, shopping, and generally fucking around. And it was good!

The D&D group met on Friday, and finished Chapter 1 of their great adventure. Next time, they'll meet their new traveling companions (mwa ha ha) and head outside the boundaries of the Vitraen Empire to aid some of the Empire's allies. That means [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I get to build a bunch of encounters that are much weirder than anything we've done so far, and we'll also be building the town of Freeport, which is controlled by a coalition that includes (among other interests) religious leaders, the military, and the mafia. Good times. I'm thinking that I'd like to build an LJ-filter for the campaign that will not include any of the players, and post some of the world-building and character-building stuff on it. For one thing, we've been writing little micro-fics about the PC's lives before the game, and handing them out to the players, and I'm pretty proud of some of the writing. I want people to appreciate our twisted genius, you know?

Saturday, we went shopping with the goal of buying [livejournal.com profile] triadruid some pants. This failed, but he did find a nice belt, and I picked up some pirate pajamas (size medium -- who knew?) and a nice red and grey wrap (I'm officially an old woman now, I've bought my first shawl). We also saw Shoot 'Em Up, which was simultaneously hilariously funny, wildly stupid, and amazingly well-choreographed. It also somehow managed to have a gun-control message mixed up in its hash of plot, which was like an extra layer of funny. Clive Owen was deadpan and bad ass, Paul Giamatti was creepy and pussy-whipped, and Monica Belluci was somehow creepy and warm-fuzzy at the same time, so that was all good.

Somewhere during the course of the weekend, I remembered that I can cook if I have to. I made fried catfish on Saturday, with these wildly interesting zucchini 'fries', and then on Sunday made chicken in a vinegar and herb pan sauce with crimini mushrooms, and served the rest of the zucchini (I always overbuy zucchini, for no good reason) in an Alfredo sauce. All of it was surprisingly tasty.

The rest of the weekend would more or less have to go on my TMI filter, if I had one. But I don't. :) Let's just say I'm extremely tired this morning.

Unfortunately, all the weekend goodness was marred by logging on to LJ last night and discovering that Robert Jordan had died, and that some folks that I thought were doing really quite well were actually not doing so well. Ah, life. But the story goes on, in both cases. Mr. Jordan allegedly had told the end of the Wheel of Time series to his wife and other family members, who were sworn to finish the project should he be unable to do so. So that continues (thank the gods - I've only been reading those things for ten years now, and the end is so, so close!). And for the rest of us, as long as we live the story's not over either. Somebody quoted something at me the other week which I find terribly appropriate, even though I can't remember who originally said it now (and I'm paraphrasing anyway) -- "Everything always turns out all right in the end, and if it's not all right, it's not the end." So I'm sending that kind of energy out to everybody today. If it's not all right, it's not the end.

Have a fine sort of Monday, everybody. :)
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants was away at dance camp (this one time, at dance camp??) for the weekend, so [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I consoled ourselves by playing D&D, going to the movies, eating stuff she doesn't like, shopping, and generally fucking around. And it was good!

The D&D group met on Friday, and finished Chapter 1 of their great adventure. Next time, they'll meet their new traveling companions (mwa ha ha) and head outside the boundaries of the Vitraen Empire to aid some of the Empire's allies. That means [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I get to build a bunch of encounters that are much weirder than anything we've done so far, and we'll also be building the town of Freeport, which is controlled by a coalition that includes (among other interests) religious leaders, the military, and the mafia. Good times. I'm thinking that I'd like to build an LJ-filter for the campaign that will not include any of the players, and post some of the world-building and character-building stuff on it. For one thing, we've been writing little micro-fics about the PC's lives before the game, and handing them out to the players, and I'm pretty proud of some of the writing. I want people to appreciate our twisted genius, you know?

Saturday, we went shopping with the goal of buying [livejournal.com profile] triadruid some pants. This failed, but he did find a nice belt, and I picked up some pirate pajamas (size medium -- who knew?) and a nice red and grey wrap (I'm officially an old woman now, I've bought my first shawl). We also saw Shoot 'Em Up, which was simultaneously hilariously funny, wildly stupid, and amazingly well-choreographed. It also somehow managed to have a gun-control message mixed up in its hash of plot, which was like an extra layer of funny. Clive Owen was deadpan and bad ass, Paul Giamatti was creepy and pussy-whipped, and Monica Belluci was somehow creepy and warm-fuzzy at the same time, so that was all good.

Somewhere during the course of the weekend, I remembered that I can cook if I have to. I made fried catfish on Saturday, with these wildly interesting zucchini 'fries', and then on Sunday made chicken in a vinegar and herb pan sauce with crimini mushrooms, and served the rest of the zucchini (I always overbuy zucchini, for no good reason) in an Alfredo sauce. All of it was surprisingly tasty.

The rest of the weekend would more or less have to go on my TMI filter, if I had one. But I don't. :) Let's just say I'm extremely tired this morning.

Unfortunately, all the weekend goodness was marred by logging on to LJ last night and discovering that Robert Jordan had died, and that some folks that I thought were doing really quite well were actually not doing so well. Ah, life. But the story goes on, in both cases. Mr. Jordan allegedly had told the end of the Wheel of Time series to his wife and other family members, who were sworn to finish the project should he be unable to do so. So that continues (thank the gods - I've only been reading those things for ten years now, and the end is so, so close!). And for the rest of us, as long as we live the story's not over either. Somebody quoted something at me the other week which I find terribly appropriate, even though I can't remember who originally said it now (and I'm paraphrasing anyway) -- "Everything always turns out all right in the end, and if it's not all right, it's not the end." So I'm sending that kind of energy out to everybody today. If it's not all right, it's not the end.

Have a fine sort of Monday, everybody. :)
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I put together the fabric-y bits for my Promethea costume. I still need to dye them, but the cutting and sewing bits are pretty much done. I hung them over the railing to keep the cat off them overnight.

This morning, when I stumbled up the stairs to take a shower, I saw the costume hanging there, and thought, "Where's the other piece?". I picked up the costume, and horror! It *was* both pieces hanging together. There's not a lot of costume in that costume. Yarr.

It'll be great, though. I still need to finish the caduceus wand. So far, making that portion has involved taking apart my ritual wand to use the center pipe as a sanding block, abusing the Dremel's cutoff wheel (we have the base of a Dremel, we just lack any relevant bits or heads of any kind, really), and boiling rubber snakes. More-or-less actual conversation:
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants: What are you doing?
Me: Boiling some snakes. Later, I'm going to nail them to a pole.
Kittenpants: Great. So far today, we've coded a website, made jambalaya from scratch, and now you're going to boil snakes and nail them to a pole. Just another Saturday night at EHQ.
Me: Yeah, well. It keeps us off the streets.
Kittenpants: It's just a lot different from the wild orgies that people apparently think we have.
Me: Hell, we don't have time for orgies! We gotta boil snakes, and nail them to poles! That stuff doesn't happen by itself, you know!

...

Our house is ... special.

Still to do for Dragon*Con:Read more... )
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Last night, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I put together the fabric-y bits for my Promethea costume. I still need to dye them, but the cutting and sewing bits are pretty much done. I hung them over the railing to keep the cat off them overnight.

This morning, when I stumbled up the stairs to take a shower, I saw the costume hanging there, and thought, "Where's the other piece?". I picked up the costume, and horror! It *was* both pieces hanging together. There's not a lot of costume in that costume. Yarr.

It'll be great, though. I still need to finish the caduceus wand. So far, making that portion has involved taking apart my ritual wand to use the center pipe as a sanding block, abusing the Dremel's cutoff wheel (we have the base of a Dremel, we just lack any relevant bits or heads of any kind, really), and boiling rubber snakes. More-or-less actual conversation:
[livejournal.com profile] kittenpants: What are you doing?
Me: Boiling some snakes. Later, I'm going to nail them to a pole.
Kittenpants: Great. So far today, we've coded a website, made jambalaya from scratch, and now you're going to boil snakes and nail them to a pole. Just another Saturday night at EHQ.
Me: Yeah, well. It keeps us off the streets.
Kittenpants: It's just a lot different from the wild orgies that people apparently think we have.
Me: Hell, we don't have time for orgies! We gotta boil snakes, and nail them to poles! That stuff doesn't happen by itself, you know!

...

Our house is ... special.

Still to do for Dragon*Con:Read more... )
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Ahem.Squee.)
This, folks, is a moment of wild adoration for my partners. Here's how it goes:

Yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I stopped by to pick up his tuxedo for Saturday. It's an old-fashioned cut, with a long cutaway coat, and an ascot instead of the usual bow-tie, and he looks absolutely devastating in it. I mean, really. He hits the perfect balance of elegant and dissipated (this never fails to make me go all wobbly) -- in short, he looks like the best bad idea I've ever had. I sort of squeak out, "Your wife will enjoy that", and try to keep myself from overheating or passing out in the shop.

We move on. He's got a meeting, so I take him up to 75th Street Brewery to meet his group. I've arranged for [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants to meet us there, so that she and I can have dinner together. Over the course of dinner and the drive home, we are full of good ideas. We design a Las Vegas casino/resort (we're thinking it'll be The Nautilus, a Jules Verne-inspired sort of place, heavy on the steampunk and aquatic elements, with just a dash of Hindu temple). We invent the sort of male strip show that would cater to us and people like us (they go on two or three at a time, dressed in frock coats and generally foppish attire, and then, they undress each other. It's a simple thing, but we think this is ideal). We decide that nobody else may ever cover "I Think We're Alone Now", unless it's a band like Tool. And so on.

We get home, we do some research about our upcoming trip to Las Vegas (it all comes back around). Then, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid comes home. I demand that he should put the tux back on for the edification of [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants. Somewhere in there, we had a lovely bottle of wine that [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants had picked up to celebrate our engagement a few weeks ago but that we never got around to drinking. I'll spare you the rest of the scene in consideration of your undoubtedly delicate sensibilities. :)

Anyway, these people I have somehow managed to attach myself to, they're fabulous -- clever and beautiful, fun to be around, full of brilliant plans, generous and helpful. I think I should keep them. What do you think?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
This, folks, is a moment of wild adoration for my partners. Here's how it goes:

Yesterday, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I stopped by to pick up his tuxedo for Saturday. It's an old-fashioned cut, with a long cutaway coat, and an ascot instead of the usual bow-tie, and he looks absolutely devastating in it. I mean, really. He hits the perfect balance of elegant and dissipated (this never fails to make me go all wobbly) -- in short, he looks like the best bad idea I've ever had. I sort of squeak out, "Your wife will enjoy that", and try to keep myself from overheating or passing out in the shop.

We move on. He's got a meeting, so I take him up to 75th Street Brewery to meet his group. I've arranged for [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants to meet us there, so that she and I can have dinner together. Over the course of dinner and the drive home, we are full of good ideas. We design a Las Vegas casino/resort (we're thinking it'll be The Nautilus, a Jules Verne-inspired sort of place, heavy on the steampunk and aquatic elements, with just a dash of Hindu temple). We invent the sort of male strip show that would cater to us and people like us (they go on two or three at a time, dressed in frock coats and generally foppish attire, and then, they undress each other. It's a simple thing, but we think this is ideal). We decide that nobody else may ever cover "I Think We're Alone Now", unless it's a band like Tool. And so on.

We get home, we do some research about our upcoming trip to Las Vegas (it all comes back around). Then, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid comes home. I demand that he should put the tux back on for the edification of [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants. Somewhere in there, we had a lovely bottle of wine that [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants had picked up to celebrate our engagement a few weeks ago but that we never got around to drinking. I'll spare you the rest of the scene in consideration of your undoubtedly delicate sensibilities. :)

Anyway, these people I have somehow managed to attach myself to, they're fabulous -- clever and beautiful, fun to be around, full of brilliant plans, generous and helpful. I think I should keep them. What do you think?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (yowza)


Well. It's only against the law to *marry* more than one person. You can be engaged to as many as you like.

Party, etc., to follow, once we've had time to sort out the planning. I'm told there will be a cake. :)

EDIT: Right after I posted this, I realized I hadn't pulled my divination for today. My card today: The Chariot. Advancement through bold action, leveraging several different forces for dramatic forward motion. Full speed ahead, y'all.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)


Well. It's only against the law to *marry* more than one person. You can be engaged to as many as you like.

Party, etc., to follow, once we've had time to sort out the planning. I'm told there will be a cake. :)

EDIT: Right after I posted this, I realized I hadn't pulled my divination for today. My card today: The Chariot. Advancement through bold action, leveraging several different forces for dramatic forward motion. Full speed ahead, y'all.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
When [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I were out having dinner last night, we noticed a thing. It seems like when we all go out together, we are almost always asked if we want to split the check. When [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I go out together, we are almost never asked if we want to split the check. When [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I go out together, we are sometimes asked if we want to split the check, and sometimes not. [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid did not provide an impression about what happens when they go out together.

We're going to collect some data and see if this is indeed true. It is our hypothesis that the three of us together generally read as "friends hanging out" or "couple taking out a friend or relative", which would perhaps involve check-splitting. If either [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants or I are out with [livejournal.com profile] triadruid only, we probably read as hetero couples, so less likely to want to split the bill. If [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I are out together, we figure that in some establishments, they read us as a homosexual couple, and in others, as friends hanging out, so the split or not-split will vary by location.

So tell me, Vast Unpaid Research Department, particularly you other poly folks or others who regularly dine out with more than one other person, are you asked if you want to split the check? What other check behaviours have you noticed as you go out?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
When [livejournal.com profile] triadruid, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I were out having dinner last night, we noticed a thing. It seems like when we all go out together, we are almost always asked if we want to split the check. When [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and I go out together, we are almost never asked if we want to split the check. When [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I go out together, we are sometimes asked if we want to split the check, and sometimes not. [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid did not provide an impression about what happens when they go out together.

We're going to collect some data and see if this is indeed true. It is our hypothesis that the three of us together generally read as "friends hanging out" or "couple taking out a friend or relative", which would perhaps involve check-splitting. If either [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants or I are out with [livejournal.com profile] triadruid only, we probably read as hetero couples, so less likely to want to split the bill. If [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I are out together, we figure that in some establishments, they read us as a homosexual couple, and in others, as friends hanging out, so the split or not-split will vary by location.

So tell me, Vast Unpaid Research Department, particularly you other poly folks or others who regularly dine out with more than one other person, are you asked if you want to split the check? What other check behaviours have you noticed as you go out?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (HR)
In the interest of being able to do my job, I get information feeds on employment law and related topics. Today, I got a heads-up on something that sounds pretty good. The Healthy Families Act (proposed in the House and in the Senate) would require any company employing more than 15 people to provide a small amount of paid sick time a year, which could be used either as straight sick time for the employee or as time to care for a sick family member. It's only requiring 7 days of paid time for full-time employees, but that's better than some folks get now.

Here's the kicker: if the act were to become law, it would permit an employee to take sick leave to care for a family member, and the definition built in is this: "...a child, parent, spouse, or any other individual related by blood or affinity who is the equivalent of a family relationship." (Italics mine.) So I'm down with that.

Also, the article says that "Sick leave may be used for a physical or mental absence", which sort of makes me snicker -- if I'm not going to be mentally here, I get paid for the day now, you know?

Also, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid made me a new icon. It's gonna go over on [livejournal.com profile] thejobfairy too if I ever get around to updating that. Lately it's all been too awful to post. :(
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
In the interest of being able to do my job, I get information feeds on employment law and related topics. Today, I got a heads-up on something that sounds pretty good. The Healthy Families Act (proposed in the House and in the Senate) would require any company employing more than 15 people to provide a small amount of paid sick time a year, which could be used either as straight sick time for the employee or as time to care for a sick family member. It's only requiring 7 days of paid time for full-time employees, but that's better than some folks get now.

Here's the kicker: if the act were to become law, it would permit an employee to take sick leave to care for a family member, and the definition built in is this: "...a child, parent, spouse, or any other individual related by blood or affinity who is the equivalent of a family relationship." (Italics mine.) So I'm down with that.

Also, the article says that "Sick leave may be used for a physical or mental absence", which sort of makes me snicker -- if I'm not going to be mentally here, I get paid for the day now, you know?

Also, [livejournal.com profile] triadruid made me a new icon. It's gonna go over on [livejournal.com profile] thejobfairy too if I ever get around to updating that. Lately it's all been too awful to post. :(
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (and they say it's not natural)
Last night, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants's dad and his girlfriend took the three of us out to dinner (which is never bad), in order to discuss how he might further take us on a trip to Jamaica over the winter holidays (which isn't rough either).

So after dinner, we're explaining some things about Gaia Community to the girlfriend (I have no clever alias for her yet; [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' dad, however, is clearly Bilbo Baggins). We're talking about the growth of the church, and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid says something like, "We're coming along well, it's a good community. We've had a number of marriages among members." And then, he starts to enumerate the marriages. "Well, there's the three of us, then B. and J., then, well, can we count [livejournal.com profile] capriciouslass and [livejournal.com profile] niveus_tigris? Because they met somewhere else, right?"

So while [Bad username or site: kittenpants and I are trying to tell him that <lj user=capriciouslass @ livejournal.com] and [livejournal.com profile] niveus_tigris did, indeed, meet at Gaia, the girlfriend has just caught "the three of us". So she goes, "The three of you are married?" [livejournal.com profile] triadruid says, "Not officially, that would be illegal." I put in something like, "We haven't had a ceremony or anything." Here is the part where it could go ugly.

But it doesn't. She says, "Why didn't anybody tell me?" We say we thought Bilbo told her. Bilbo says, "Told her what?" We say to him, "Well, you knew, right?" He says, "Knew what?" Finally, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants says, "That we're all in a relationship together." He says, "Oh, yeah, well, I kind of assumed."

The girlfriend is on top of things now, though. She says, "Is it patriarchal?" We assure her it's more like democratic, because when there are three of you, you can vote. She takes that in, then turns to Bilbo and says, "We could have two men." He shrugs and says, "Maybe." And the conversation goes back to passports as though nothing has happened.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Last night, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants's dad and his girlfriend took the three of us out to dinner (which is never bad), in order to discuss how he might further take us on a trip to Jamaica over the winter holidays (which isn't rough either).

So after dinner, we're explaining some things about Gaia Community to the girlfriend (I have no clever alias for her yet; [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' dad, however, is clearly Bilbo Baggins). We're talking about the growth of the church, and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid says something like, "We're coming along well, it's a good community. We've had a number of marriages among members." And then, he starts to enumerate the marriages. "Well, there's the three of us, then B. and J., then, well, can we count [livejournal.com profile] capriciouslass and [livejournal.com profile] niveus_tigris? Because they met somewhere else, right?"

So while [Bad username or site: kittenpants and I are trying to tell him that <lj user=capriciouslass @ livejournal.com] and [livejournal.com profile] niveus_tigris did, indeed, meet at Gaia, the girlfriend has just caught "the three of us". So she goes, "The three of you are married?" [livejournal.com profile] triadruid says, "Not officially, that would be illegal." I put in something like, "We haven't had a ceremony or anything." Here is the part where it could go ugly.

But it doesn't. She says, "Why didn't anybody tell me?" We say we thought Bilbo told her. Bilbo says, "Told her what?" We say to him, "Well, you knew, right?" He says, "Knew what?" Finally, [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants says, "That we're all in a relationship together." He says, "Oh, yeah, well, I kind of assumed."

The girlfriend is on top of things now, though. She says, "Is it patriarchal?" We assure her it's more like democratic, because when there are three of you, you can vote. She takes that in, then turns to Bilbo and says, "We could have two men." He shrugs and says, "Maybe." And the conversation goes back to passports as though nothing has happened.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Clue By Four)
[livejournal.com profile] triadruid has been running this massive conference this week, and so hasn't been home at all, basically. Even though the conference is in town, his department (and when I say "his department", I mean, him and his boss) acquired hotel rooms close to the conference facilities so that they could be there to run things.

It seemed worthy that [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I should go up to the hotel last night and visit him, so we did. We had in mind just a dropping-by sort of event, perhaps dinner, followed by wild sex for therapeutic purposes, and then going home. Of course, by the time he was available to play with us, it was very late, so when we got there, he wanted to know where our stuff was.
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featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
[livejournal.com profile] triadruid has been running this massive conference this week, and so hasn't been home at all, basically. Even though the conference is in town, his department (and when I say "his department", I mean, him and his boss) acquired hotel rooms close to the conference facilities so that they could be there to run things.

It seemed worthy that [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and I should go up to the hotel last night and visit him, so we did. We had in mind just a dropping-by sort of event, perhaps dinner, followed by wild sex for therapeutic purposes, and then going home. Of course, by the time he was available to play with us, it was very late, so when we got there, he wanted to know where our stuff was.
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Snippets

May. 22nd, 2006 01:38 pm
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Today I got an email from my sister, inviting me to view pictures of her new son. I did my familial duty and clicked on the link, which took me to snapfish.com. I tried to click on the album to look at my new nephew, but the site requires you to register in order to even look at other people's pictures. I didn't do it. I think that's an underhanded way to drive registrations, and I'd rather not participate. So there are pictures of the unfortunately named Landon Wayne, but I have opted not to look at them. I'm rehearsing in my head how to avoid saying that to my sister when I see her in July.

Also, mentioned because this amused me in some perverse way: Over the weekend, I proposed a new outside relationship to [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and got a resounding double veto. We don't ask for these things lightly, and to use the veto power is a fierce and unyielding thing -- once vetoed, it is unlikely that a possible relationship would ever be re-proposed. So, yeah. I guess I won't be playing World of Warcraft any time soon.

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May. 22nd, 2006 01:38 pm
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Today I got an email from my sister, inviting me to view pictures of her new son. I did my familial duty and clicked on the link, which took me to snapfish.com. I tried to click on the album to look at my new nephew, but the site requires you to register in order to even look at other people's pictures. I didn't do it. I think that's an underhanded way to drive registrations, and I'd rather not participate. So there are pictures of the unfortunately named Landon Wayne, but I have opted not to look at them. I'm rehearsing in my head how to avoid saying that to my sister when I see her in July.

Also, mentioned because this amused me in some perverse way: Over the weekend, I proposed a new outside relationship to [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid and got a resounding double veto. We don't ask for these things lightly, and to use the veto power is a fierce and unyielding thing -- once vetoed, it is unlikely that a possible relationship would ever be re-proposed. So, yeah. I guess I won't be playing World of Warcraft any time soon.

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