featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Sooo.

[livejournal.com profile] triadruid left at the inhospitable hour of noon on New Year's Day (having been at [livejournal.com profile] agrnmn's poker, singing, and silly hats party the night before), on the road to Florida. We drove across Missouri to St. Louis, a trip that is interminable on the way out to anywhere, but somehow seems quick and refreshing on the way back. Southbound on I-55, we discovered Callahan's Place, and then headed into deepest, darkest Arkansas. In Arkansas, we were greeted by an amazing variety of small towns just off of 55, and made up stories about them to alleviate the sheer, butt-numbing boredom of the trip. We imagined a circus: Victoria Luxora, the high-wire artist, twirling a flaming baton while crossing the highway at the towering height of 100 feet; Keiser Wilson, the ringmaster who speaks only gibberish, communicating more clearly with gesture and the occasional shot from an incendiary flare pistol; Marie Lepanto, the delicate, harlequin-painted dog trainer, parading about with her fuzzy charges; and Joiner Tyronza, the strong man with a heart of iron. Thankfully, we soon passed into Tennessee, and then Mississippi, where we stopped for the night.
More travel ahead! )
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Sooo.

[livejournal.com profile] triadruid left at the inhospitable hour of noon on New Year's Day (having been at [livejournal.com profile] agrnmn's poker, singing, and silly hats party the night before), on the road to Florida. We drove across Missouri to St. Louis, a trip that is interminable on the way out to anywhere, but somehow seems quick and refreshing on the way back. Southbound on I-55, we discovered Callahan's Place, and then headed into deepest, darkest Arkansas. In Arkansas, we were greeted by an amazing variety of small towns just off of 55, and made up stories about them to alleviate the sheer, butt-numbing boredom of the trip. We imagined a circus: Victoria Luxora, the high-wire artist, twirling a flaming baton while crossing the highway at the towering height of 100 feet; Keiser Wilson, the ringmaster who speaks only gibberish, communicating more clearly with gesture and the occasional shot from an incendiary flare pistol; Marie Lepanto, the delicate, harlequin-painted dog trainer, parading about with her fuzzy charges; and Joiner Tyronza, the strong man with a heart of iron. Thankfully, we soon passed into Tennessee, and then Mississippi, where we stopped for the night.
More travel ahead! )
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Yesterday, I called my mom's brother to get some advice about dealing with her, and he had a lot of really useful things to say. Among them, this: "If they ask you questions, and they don't like your answers, or you don't want to answer, just start lying. But lie extravagantly. Tell them you sacrifice goats in the backyard and you're into bestiality. Tell them you're swingers, but you'd rather swing around the barnyard." Uncle G currently holds Most Favored Relative Status.

Anyway, talking to him made me feel much more solid, and I'll call mom back today and see if I can sort out some of this stuff with her, because a) apparently we can't avoid the conversation, and b) somebody has to represent the grown-up perspective in this situation, right? Anyway.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] starrthinks came over for dinner last night, and we had some fabulous conversation about giveaways, glamour-bombing, the temporary autonomous zone, Feri work, and the inevitable revolution, among other things. I need to remember to send her some links, and (DONE!) I pretty much committed myself to writing some copy for a website she wants to put together which will address all of these things we talked about. Oh noes, excuse to write. :)

Between talking to [livejournal.com profile] starrthinks and reflecting on the cancellation of the flauntish portion of my birthday party, I think I want to do another flaunt soon, with a giveaway. Something like Monkey Relocation, but with less monkeys. Anybody have any clever ideas?

EDIT: And then, this, from [livejournal.com profile] loltheorists: BF Skinner says...
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Yesterday, I called my mom's brother to get some advice about dealing with her, and he had a lot of really useful things to say. Among them, this: "If they ask you questions, and they don't like your answers, or you don't want to answer, just start lying. But lie extravagantly. Tell them you sacrifice goats in the backyard and you're into bestiality. Tell them you're swingers, but you'd rather swing around the barnyard." Uncle G currently holds Most Favored Relative Status.

Anyway, talking to him made me feel much more solid, and I'll call mom back today and see if I can sort out some of this stuff with her, because a) apparently we can't avoid the conversation, and b) somebody has to represent the grown-up perspective in this situation, right? Anyway.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] starrthinks came over for dinner last night, and we had some fabulous conversation about giveaways, glamour-bombing, the temporary autonomous zone, Feri work, and the inevitable revolution, among other things. I need to remember to send her some links, and (DONE!) I pretty much committed myself to writing some copy for a website she wants to put together which will address all of these things we talked about. Oh noes, excuse to write. :)

Between talking to [livejournal.com profile] starrthinks and reflecting on the cancellation of the flauntish portion of my birthday party, I think I want to do another flaunt soon, with a giveaway. Something like Monkey Relocation, but with less monkeys. Anybody have any clever ideas?

EDIT: And then, this, from [livejournal.com profile] loltheorists: BF Skinner says...
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (O RLY?)
Glory effing hallelujah, I have brakes that work again. [livejournal.com profile] opaljax came over with tools, and we did stand out in the bitter cold for far longer than one would think, and now I have nice new ceramic pads, and [livejournal.com profile] opaljax has a nice bottle of polish vodka, and all is right with the world.

There's behind-the-scenes drama, though, there always is. Mom called yesterday while I was on the way to the auto parts store, and I foolishly divulged that the car was in need of repair, and that I and a friend were going to do said repairs. Mom was wary of this, but willing to allow it to pass. However, Grandma was not. Some time while Jax and I were actually working on the problem last night, Grandma called and left a plaintive message expressing that she would send me money to get my brakes fixed, and that under no circumstances should I, or any other person with a vagina, ever work on a car.

I didn't get the voicemail until this morning, so, dutifully, and also stupidly, I called her to say that the job was already done and she didn't need to worry about it. She informed me that even though it might seem like a simple job, there was no way that it actually could be simple, that I probably only thought it was simple because I couldn't understand it, and in any case I would ruin my health doing these things. She then launched into a twenty minute exhortation to the Lord God of the Israelites to make it so I would have to move back to the Family Homestead where I could be properly taken care of. Creeped me right out.

And she'll probably send me the money anyway. I have made a habit of sending donations in the amount of her gifts to organizations like Planned Parenthood, or HRC, or PFLAG, and that sort of thing. That's probably a violation of some sort of hospitality rule, but it makes me feel a lot better.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
Glory effing hallelujah, I have brakes that work again. [livejournal.com profile] opaljax came over with tools, and we did stand out in the bitter cold for far longer than one would think, and now I have nice new ceramic pads, and [livejournal.com profile] opaljax has a nice bottle of polish vodka, and all is right with the world.

There's behind-the-scenes drama, though, there always is. Mom called yesterday while I was on the way to the auto parts store, and I foolishly divulged that the car was in need of repair, and that I and a friend were going to do said repairs. Mom was wary of this, but willing to allow it to pass. However, Grandma was not. Some time while Jax and I were actually working on the problem last night, Grandma called and left a plaintive message expressing that she would send me money to get my brakes fixed, and that under no circumstances should I, or any other person with a vagina, ever work on a car.

I didn't get the voicemail until this morning, so, dutifully, and also stupidly, I called her to say that the job was already done and she didn't need to worry about it. She informed me that even though it might seem like a simple job, there was no way that it actually could be simple, that I probably only thought it was simple because I couldn't understand it, and in any case I would ruin my health doing these things. She then launched into a twenty minute exhortation to the Lord God of the Israelites to make it so I would have to move back to the Family Homestead where I could be properly taken care of. Creeped me right out.

And she'll probably send me the money anyway. I have made a habit of sending donations in the amount of her gifts to organizations like Planned Parenthood, or HRC, or PFLAG, and that sort of thing. That's probably a violation of some sort of hospitality rule, but it makes me feel a lot better.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Porthos- whew!)
I just don't know about today.

I had a dream last night that involved my household plus [livejournal.com profile] wildnsquirrelly and [livejournal.com profile] matchgirl42 going to some sort of SCA campout event. For some reason, the event had its own travelling zoo/aquarium/freak show, which was in an abandoned warehouse. In the zoo, they had a baby elasmosaurus. I don't know why.

When I told [livejournal.com profile] triadruid about it this morning, he said, "Dinosaurs. That's sort of early period, isn't it?". Also, I couldn't remember the word for elasmosaurus, so I had to describe it to him: "Thingie. Long neck. In the water. Flippers." I worry about that sort of thing. Someday, I think, I'm not going to be able to remember my name, which is a much more alarming prospect to me than it probably ought to be.

Also, yesterday, my mom informed me that my grandparents were going to send me some money. Apparently, they had been paying into some sort of insurance policy on me, but now that it seems like I'm old enough to pay to bury myself, they were going to cash it in and send me the money. I didn't even know you could do this. It's just odd -- it seems like there were all these little tiny accounts all over the place in my family, to pay for my major life things, and as time passes, the money comes to me in dribbles. There was money for college that came to me when I started going to college on scholarship. There was money for my wedding, that came to me when I moved to KC (apparently because if I had not married by 24, I was unlikely to ever marry). Now, I'm getting the money that was set aside to bury me. I'm not sure how to feel about that, but I think I'm going to opt for "Ooh, that will help pay for DragonCon!".

EDIT: Further also, there were apparently some bets on in the world that sprang from my post yesterday, in which I mentioned world domination. In the interest of clearing up any confusion, if I were to rule the world, I would rather be referred to as "Emperor" than "Empress". It's all good being the Empress, but the Emperor almost universally gets less ridiculous outfits.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
I just don't know about today.

I had a dream last night that involved my household plus [livejournal.com profile] wildnsquirrelly and [livejournal.com profile] matchgirl42 going to some sort of SCA campout event. For some reason, the event had its own travelling zoo/aquarium/freak show, which was in an abandoned warehouse. In the zoo, they had a baby elasmosaurus. I don't know why.

When I told [livejournal.com profile] triadruid about it this morning, he said, "Dinosaurs. That's sort of early period, isn't it?". Also, I couldn't remember the word for elasmosaurus, so I had to describe it to him: "Thingie. Long neck. In the water. Flippers." I worry about that sort of thing. Someday, I think, I'm not going to be able to remember my name, which is a much more alarming prospect to me than it probably ought to be.

Also, yesterday, my mom informed me that my grandparents were going to send me some money. Apparently, they had been paying into some sort of insurance policy on me, but now that it seems like I'm old enough to pay to bury myself, they were going to cash it in and send me the money. I didn't even know you could do this. It's just odd -- it seems like there were all these little tiny accounts all over the place in my family, to pay for my major life things, and as time passes, the money comes to me in dribbles. There was money for college that came to me when I started going to college on scholarship. There was money for my wedding, that came to me when I moved to KC (apparently because if I had not married by 24, I was unlikely to ever marry). Now, I'm getting the money that was set aside to bury me. I'm not sure how to feel about that, but I think I'm going to opt for "Ooh, that will help pay for DragonCon!".

EDIT: Further also, there were apparently some bets on in the world that sprang from my post yesterday, in which I mentioned world domination. In the interest of clearing up any confusion, if I were to rule the world, I would rather be referred to as "Emperor" than "Empress". It's all good being the Empress, but the Emperor almost universally gets less ridiculous outfits.

On gifting

Jun. 9th, 2006 11:52 am
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (funny world)
As it turns out, Fathers' Day is next week. While this does not incur the level of challenge and or anxiety of say, Winter Avarice, it does present some issues. And it's complicated. You see, I'm a magician more or less by nature as well as by practice. I have a long memory for trivia and a tendency to view everything as not only the thing itself, but also as a symbol of other things. As such, giving good gifts is one of the talents I've developed and one of the standards of behavior I expect myself to meet. A good gift is, IMHO, appropriate, wanted, relevant to the trivia of a recipient's life, not a repeat of past gifts, and also a conveyor of the right symbolic message and resonance.
An example, about flowers )
The current conundrum )
The inevitable part of the entry that is about sex )

On gifting

Jun. 9th, 2006 11:52 am
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
As it turns out, Fathers' Day is next week. While this does not incur the level of challenge and or anxiety of say, Winter Avarice, it does present some issues. And it's complicated. You see, I'm a magician more or less by nature as well as by practice. I have a long memory for trivia and a tendency to view everything as not only the thing itself, but also as a symbol of other things. As such, giving good gifts is one of the talents I've developed and one of the standards of behavior I expect myself to meet. A good gift is, IMHO, appropriate, wanted, relevant to the trivia of a recipient's life, not a repeat of past gifts, and also a conveyor of the right symbolic message and resonance.
An example, about flowers )
The current conundrum )
The inevitable part of the entry that is about sex )

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.

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.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
When last we saw our intrepid adventurer, [livejournal.com profile] featherynscale had lost its job, and was in a deep funk of despair. Well, kids, in the immortal words of Morrissey, I was looking for a job, and then I found a job, and while I'm not particularly miserable now, I am quite a bit busier. I am working in/as the HR office for a nonprofit company that assists mentally retarded and developmentally disabled people to live more or less independently. If you're quick on the uptake, you might ask, "Is that the same company [livejournal.com profile] agrnmn works for?" The answer to that question would be, "Yes, in fact, although I work in the daytime and he works at night, so it's not like we get to hang out."

Anyway, in addition to that craziness, which I will probably talk about more in-depth later (the office is full of Scary), there have been all sorts of Exciting Events with the relatives. My crazy grandmother had a stroke, and is recovering -- she's currently in a rehab facility, and is crazier than ever, but seems to be doing well. Also, my sister did in fact have a baby, and they are well. They are in Maryland, for some reason that I really can't fathom, but there it is.

So I was thinking to myself, "Self, soon might be a good time to visit the relatives." So I polled the household, found that they might be up for a brief trip to Florida in the summer, and then called Mum, just sort of as a heads-up.

"We're coming to visit," I said.

"Who's we?," said she, snottily.

"Me and [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid," I said.

There was a pause. And then, somewhat muzzily, "Are you going to want to stay at the house?"

"No, we'll probably get a room," I said, which I'm sure will touch off some interesting discussions later. But that's fine -- I mean, it had to happen some time, right?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
When last we saw our intrepid adventurer, [livejournal.com profile] featherynscale had lost its job, and was in a deep funk of despair. Well, kids, in the immortal words of Morrissey, I was looking for a job, and then I found a job, and while I'm not particularly miserable now, I am quite a bit busier. I am working in/as the HR office for a nonprofit company that assists mentally retarded and developmentally disabled people to live more or less independently. If you're quick on the uptake, you might ask, "Is that the same company [livejournal.com profile] agrnmn works for?" The answer to that question would be, "Yes, in fact, although I work in the daytime and he works at night, so it's not like we get to hang out."

Anyway, in addition to that craziness, which I will probably talk about more in-depth later (the office is full of Scary), there have been all sorts of Exciting Events with the relatives. My crazy grandmother had a stroke, and is recovering -- she's currently in a rehab facility, and is crazier than ever, but seems to be doing well. Also, my sister did in fact have a baby, and they are well. They are in Maryland, for some reason that I really can't fathom, but there it is.

So I was thinking to myself, "Self, soon might be a good time to visit the relatives." So I polled the household, found that they might be up for a brief trip to Florida in the summer, and then called Mum, just sort of as a heads-up.

"We're coming to visit," I said.

"Who's we?," said she, snottily.

"Me and [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants and [livejournal.com profile] triadruid," I said.

There was a pause. And then, somewhat muzzily, "Are you going to want to stay at the house?"

"No, we'll probably get a room," I said, which I'm sure will touch off some interesting discussions later. But that's fine -- I mean, it had to happen some time, right?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (ummm....thingy.)
While we were at the movies on Saturday, my father called and left a message on my voicemail. The recording quality was not great, but I was pretty sure he said that I should call because my sister had had a baby. And I thought to myself, "Self, you just saw said sister, and she didn't look pregnant then, so that can't be right." And then I thought further, and determined that when I "just saw" her was actually at her wedding, last June. This line of inquiry led quickly to "Dammit, that's probably true then."

So I did what I normally do when I don't want to face up to things. I didn't call back. My state of engineered ignorance lasted until this morning, when I got an email from my father. As it happens, I did get it partially wrong. She's having the baby in May.

Now, my sister is an adult, and can do whatever she wants. But she was in school, studying to be a veterinarian. She loves animals, and has her whole life. Ever since she could form concepts about careers, she has wanted to be a vet. Her whole life, she has wanted to be a vet. And she didn't have that much more school to go. Guess what's not going to happen now.

But it's okay, I'm told, because her husband will support her. She doesn't have to finish school and go on to do what she's wanted to do her whole life, because Mike will take care of her now. Daddy took care of her until she got married, and now Mike will take care of her, and her goals are irrelevant. No matter that she was the only one of our generation that had any kind of serious goals. The relatives are thrilled for her.

Yark.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
While we were at the movies on Saturday, my father called and left a message on my voicemail. The recording quality was not great, but I was pretty sure he said that I should call because my sister had had a baby. And I thought to myself, "Self, you just saw said sister, and she didn't look pregnant then, so that can't be right." And then I thought further, and determined that when I "just saw" her was actually at her wedding, last June. This line of inquiry led quickly to "Dammit, that's probably true then."

So I did what I normally do when I don't want to face up to things. I didn't call back. My state of engineered ignorance lasted until this morning, when I got an email from my father. As it happens, I did get it partially wrong. She's having the baby in May.

Now, my sister is an adult, and can do whatever she wants. But she was in school, studying to be a veterinarian. She loves animals, and has her whole life. Ever since she could form concepts about careers, she has wanted to be a vet. Her whole life, she has wanted to be a vet. And she didn't have that much more school to go. Guess what's not going to happen now.

But it's okay, I'm told, because her husband will support her. She doesn't have to finish school and go on to do what she's wanted to do her whole life, because Mike will take care of her now. Daddy took care of her until she got married, and now Mike will take care of her, and her goals are irrelevant. No matter that she was the only one of our generation that had any kind of serious goals. The relatives are thrilled for her.

Yark.
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Daft)
You have not known a surreal experience until you try to have a conversation with your mother and your technophobic, mentally wandering, Ass. of God grandmother via webcam.

Grandma: Do you have contacts now? Your eyes look really, really blue.
Me: It's the Spice intake, it...
Mom (cutting me off): It's just the monitor, Mom. Don't worry about it.
Grandma: Spice? What does that...
Mom (cutting Grandma off): Don't worry about it, Mom.

*later, after I have sent them a sample of Super Roommate J's photography work, which involved our drafting chair and some stalks of wheat*
Grandma: Is he an Indian?
Me: I don't think so, no.
Grandma: What nationality is he?
Me: Chunky white boy?
Mom: Why did you think he was an Indian?
Grandma: Does he eat a lot of pancakes?
Me: Um.... not especially?
Grandma: Is he from Macon, Georgia?
Me: No, he's from here. Why do you ask?
Grandma: Well, I just thought... (trails off)
*I send another file, in which a pipe turns into Nanashi the corn snake*
Grandma (triumphantly): Now I know he's from Georgia!
Mom (in a soothing tone): Mom, why don't you come sit down over here. *Featherynscale*'s going to show us her cat. *Featherynscale*, go find your cat and show him to us.
Me: *Blinky?*

Can anyone elucidate that last conversation for me, or is Grandma just losing it?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
You have not known a surreal experience until you try to have a conversation with your mother and your technophobic, mentally wandering, Ass. of God grandmother via webcam.

Grandma: Do you have contacts now? Your eyes look really, really blue.
Me: It's the Spice intake, it...
Mom (cutting me off): It's just the monitor, Mom. Don't worry about it.
Grandma: Spice? What does that...
Mom (cutting Grandma off): Don't worry about it, Mom.

*later, after I have sent them a sample of Super Roommate J's photography work, which involved our drafting chair and some stalks of wheat*
Grandma: Is he an Indian?
Me: I don't think so, no.
Grandma: What nationality is he?
Me: Chunky white boy?
Mom: Why did you think he was an Indian?
Grandma: Does he eat a lot of pancakes?
Me: Um.... not especially?
Grandma: Is he from Macon, Georgia?
Me: No, he's from here. Why do you ask?
Grandma: Well, I just thought... (trails off)
*I send another file, in which a pipe turns into Nanashi the corn snake*
Grandma (triumphantly): Now I know he's from Georgia!
Mom (in a soothing tone): Mom, why don't you come sit down over here. *Featherynscale*'s going to show us her cat. *Featherynscale*, go find your cat and show him to us.
Me: *Blinky?*

Can anyone elucidate that last conversation for me, or is Grandma just losing it?
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
As far as the Wintertime holidays go, this was probably the least alarming of any in my memory. Most of that is probably because my interaction with the relations was confined to telephone calls, and then only to Mom and Grandma. Mom and Grandma were on relatively good behavior (which means that Grandma was not in the background yelling "Your mom wants grandchildren", like she was the last time I talked to Mom...) so that was easy. They are a little odd, though, the relations.

Example: I'm talking to Grandma, she commiserates with me on the upcoming loss of my job. I tell her about a job that I have heard about that I intend to apply for, which is a job in the public sector, and has potential to like, help people, and stuff, and also would be the sort of job that I sometimes went to school for, and would pay more than my current gig. And she goes, "I don't know. That doesn't sound like a very happy job. Not a very good job for a young lady. **heavy sigh** You just pray about that." But I suppose that if that's the worst of it, it's not too bad.

Also, Grandma sent me a check for Christmas that's being converted into new computer parts. She asked me on the phone what I was going to spend it on, and I tried to explain about the death of the computer. Talking computers with any of my relatives other than Mom or my Crazy Uncle is always a sort of exciting proposition, but I am brave and bold and willing to try. I had a hard time getting her to understand that I was not buying a whole new computer, only some new parts, but other than that, she seemed not to be too lost. She didn't ask any questions that had to be answered with numbers, so that made the conversation a lot easier. Somewhere on the net there's a page about a man who has a conversation with his mother about megabytes, and how that's just a measurement, and more than one thing could be measured in megabytes, just like you could have a pint of milk or a pint of blood, and then the mother goes off on "Why do you always have to talk about blood?".... That sort of thing is what usually happens when we try to talk about technology.

I did get to spend a fair amount of time with [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' family though, and that was generally good. We played a rousing round of "Is [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' brother gay or not?", which is always entertaining. Somehow, no matter how much information we get, we never seem to be any closer to the answer to that question than we were before. I told her yesterday she could just ask him, but she said that wouldn't be any fun.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] greektoomey gave us the clap, mono, and syphillis. Wasn't that nice of him? :)
featherynscale: Schmendrick the magician from The Last Unicorn (Default)
As far as the Wintertime holidays go, this was probably the least alarming of any in my memory. Most of that is probably because my interaction with the relations was confined to telephone calls, and then only to Mom and Grandma. Mom and Grandma were on relatively good behavior (which means that Grandma was not in the background yelling "Your mom wants grandchildren", like she was the last time I talked to Mom...) so that was easy. They are a little odd, though, the relations.

Example: I'm talking to Grandma, she commiserates with me on the upcoming loss of my job. I tell her about a job that I have heard about that I intend to apply for, which is a job in the public sector, and has potential to like, help people, and stuff, and also would be the sort of job that I sometimes went to school for, and would pay more than my current gig. And she goes, "I don't know. That doesn't sound like a very happy job. Not a very good job for a young lady. **heavy sigh** You just pray about that." But I suppose that if that's the worst of it, it's not too bad.

Also, Grandma sent me a check for Christmas that's being converted into new computer parts. She asked me on the phone what I was going to spend it on, and I tried to explain about the death of the computer. Talking computers with any of my relatives other than Mom or my Crazy Uncle is always a sort of exciting proposition, but I am brave and bold and willing to try. I had a hard time getting her to understand that I was not buying a whole new computer, only some new parts, but other than that, she seemed not to be too lost. She didn't ask any questions that had to be answered with numbers, so that made the conversation a lot easier. Somewhere on the net there's a page about a man who has a conversation with his mother about megabytes, and how that's just a measurement, and more than one thing could be measured in megabytes, just like you could have a pint of milk or a pint of blood, and then the mother goes off on "Why do you always have to talk about blood?".... That sort of thing is what usually happens when we try to talk about technology.

I did get to spend a fair amount of time with [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' family though, and that was generally good. We played a rousing round of "Is [livejournal.com profile] kittenpants' brother gay or not?", which is always entertaining. Somehow, no matter how much information we get, we never seem to be any closer to the answer to that question than we were before. I told her yesterday she could just ask him, but she said that wouldn't be any fun.

Also, [livejournal.com profile] greektoomey gave us the clap, mono, and syphillis. Wasn't that nice of him? :)

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