Dancing with the Universe

Despite the fact that I'm part of a very sexually free community/region, and despite the fact that about 3/4 of the women I go to parties (sex and otherwise) with are bi, and despite having had romantic feelings for a woman... I really am almost completely straight.

I sometimes wonder what I'm missing... I guess for me, the question is irrelevant. I yam what I yam.

Well, I may have to drive to Seattle, assuming the roads are still open. elynne's situation sounds a great deal better than ours.

The trouble is that we have so many large ground-floor windows. The zombies aren't particularly clever, but maybe they have more good brainmass than the Seattle ones... either way, they seem rather more determined to get in. We've put plywood and furniture over all the windows we can, and shut off parts of the house, but I still keep looking around thinking I've heard glass breaking. Not yet, fortunately.

I think this house is old and drafty enough that they can smell us too easily. We should break out the masking tape and caulk and try to correct some of that.

We could try sitting it out in the cellar, I suppose -- more secure, and I do have a goodly amount of canned food down there still. Even some water. The other option is to retreat upstairs and hope that even if they're bright enough to do stairs, they'll get confused by the spiral staircase.

I'm a little worried about my mom out in downtown Oakland. If I can get a hold of her (she hates being called at work) one of us may drive out to fetch her home, if things aren't any better there. At least here we have plenty of hand tools, power tools, and gasoline.

We've got all the cats with us, and none of us have been bitten, so things are okay. I'm glad we got clued in by the cars crashing during student drop-off hours just outside our house, so that we could figure it out and retreat. It's a pity about all the elementary school kids, but they bought us time.

Now we wait. I have some movies I wanted to watch... and maybe if we pop enough popcorn, it'll confuse the scent enough that all but the vegetarian zombies will lose interest.

clicky.

via mactavish...

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From elynne (the only person named I recognize), via mrteufel, who got it from drhoz: the rather arbitrary list of occult paraphernalia according to the now defunct DemonBusters website. Bold the items you own.

( meme! )

Comment and I'll give you a letter. Then you have to can list 10 things you love that begin with that letter. After, post this in your journal and give out some letters of your own.

( Trying to trim text tightly )

Less accurate than most, by a significant degree. It's not totally off, but...

You Are A Cedar Tree

You are elegant yet unpretentious, modest yet vivacious. Attractive and friendly, you are full of imagination but might lack passion. You abhor vulgar people, and you don't like anything in excess. You have little more ambition than to live a calm life and enjoy nature. You create a content, peaceful atmosphere for others.

I figured why not. It's probably more fun to fill out than to read, anyway...

(Click here to post your own answers for this meme.)

✓ I miss somebody right now.	✓ I don't watch much TV these days.	✓ I own lots of books.
✓ I wear glasses or contact lenses.	× I love to play video games.	× I've tried marijuana.
✓ I've watched porn movies.	× I have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.	✓ I believe honesty is usually the best policy.
✓ I curse sometimes.	✓ I have changed a lot mentally over the last year.	✓ I carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.

( it goes on... )

I know I've done at leat one of these in the past -- but the answer to this one keeps changing. :)

1. Grab the nearest book.


2. Open the book to page 123.


3. Find the fifth sentence.


4. Post the text of the sentence in your journal along with these instructions.


5. Don't search around and look for the coolest book you can find. Do what's actually next to you.

'If we could last till dawn, we should win clear," Uthecar said.

I'm virtually certain no one's read this one. Very few people have even heard of Alan Garner.

Not part of the meme, but one of my favorite bits: from a parish ledger, dated 1617, which one of the characters was reading.

Item to a pretended Irish gentleman: 1s. 6d.
Item to a woman yt was dumpe: 6d.
Item spent when I did goe throw ye town to warne those to bring in ye wrishes yt had neglected on ye wrish burying day: 4d.
Item given to a Majer yt had been taken by ye French and was runeated by them: 1s.

The title of the chapter is 'To a Woman yt was Dumpe'.

I got tagged by superlib for this one.

Ground Rules: The first player of this "game" starts with the topic "5 weird habits of yours" and people who get tagged need to write an LJ entry about their 5 quirky habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 5 people to be tagged and list their names.

1. I eat most of my foods separately. Most kids grow out of the phase of not wanting their food to touch, but I never really did -- I do have a few exceptions, and I like casseroles, but I don't like having stroganoff sauce on my green beans. I'm really finicky about rice: either butter or curry on it, nothing else. And don't even get me started about white rice in soup.

2. I dislike washcloths. Something about the damp, warm heaviness squicks me, and combined with the fact that they always seem to smell like sweat... bleah. I have a scratchy-towel for scrubbing, which is much better.

3. I memorize the music I listen to. I suppose most people do -- but I do it to the point that live performances bother me severely, because the timing isn't right, and the lead singer's voice isn't cracking at that one spot before the bridge, and the tuning of the instruments is different. There is a certain way that it runs through my head, and if the outside music does not conform to the internal recording, I get very uncomfortable.

4. I have to do craftwork if someone is reading to me. When someone is reading to me, rather than in an interactive conversation, I get caught up in the tone of voice and enunciation (if the voice is interesting, otherwise my mind wanders much further) and lose track of the meaning of what they're saying. Books on tape have never been good for me. For that matter, if I ever get a professor who doesn't let me knit in lecture, I'm going to be in serious trouble... knitting gives the "details" part of my mind something repetitive to pay attention to, and the parser portion can then absorb the meaning below the words.

5. I can't sleep in a bed where the top sheet has been tucked in, I have to pull it out. For that matter, I don't generally sleep with a top sheet anymore; I always woke up in the middle of the night to find it bunched around my neck. Given the uselessness of that, I sleep these days with just a couple of comforters -- three in winter. That's two bonus weird habits for you: I sleep under a comforter even in the dead of summer, and I can't fall asleep unless I have something (like a comforter) tucked under my chin.


I have to tag people? hmm. How about foogod, kitabare, packy, knaveofhearts, and pusifoot.

The Slogan Generator strikes again!

I didn't stop with "Make Someone Happy with a Torquill". Oh no. I had to try again, and I got...

"How Many Licks Does it Take to Get to the Center of an Alison?"











(wanna find out?)