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Hobbit Spank Inferno
Jun. 15th, 2004 08:44 amFor Aelf, and another big thanks to her for my wonderful gifts last evening and the delightful pineapple cupcake, yum!
The whole moving thing is starting to feel almost like what I imagine an amicable divorce might be like. We both care about each other deeply but realize it's time to move on with our lives. I've gotten so used to being a sort of "couple" with Aelf...my gods, now that I think of it, this is the closest I've ever been to a long term relationship. Ok, I don't think I want to dwell on that concept any longer...
I begin to suspect that there was some sort of Kool-Aid passed out and I missed my share of it. I mean I really didn't like "Firefly" and I really didn't like "Chronicles of Riddick", and yet so many others loved both (or at least found the latter mildly enjoyable). Am I simply becoming cynical and curmudgeonly about sci-fi in my old age? Sadly, I feel obliged to face that possibility. But come on, "Crematoria"?! Jesus.
Ok, letting it go, letting it go, moving on to the next stage of grief, acceptance.
Many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jimweasal for tea, good conversation, and many boxes. Hope the steam cleaner worked well for you, and that you got something resembling sleep last night. And also many thanks to odogoddess for her funny pick-me-up in yesterday's comments section. I'd been having a truly rotten afternoon and it was the perfect lift to my spirits. It's certainly true about the healing power of laughter.
Class tonight, hooray! I've been such a slacker lately, but focusing on dance when you're about to move is kinda tough I'm discovering.
Now to contemplate a rather nasty curse for whoever it was that stole mail fromjakejr's building. Midsummer should be a nice powerful time to lay a much deserved whammy on the culprits for putting her through so much more stress that she really doesn't need. Poor dear.
The whole moving thing is starting to feel almost like what I imagine an amicable divorce might be like. We both care about each other deeply but realize it's time to move on with our lives. I've gotten so used to being a sort of "couple" with Aelf...my gods, now that I think of it, this is the closest I've ever been to a long term relationship. Ok, I don't think I want to dwell on that concept any longer...
I begin to suspect that there was some sort of Kool-Aid passed out and I missed my share of it. I mean I really didn't like "Firefly" and I really didn't like "Chronicles of Riddick", and yet so many others loved both (or at least found the latter mildly enjoyable). Am I simply becoming cynical and curmudgeonly about sci-fi in my old age? Sadly, I feel obliged to face that possibility. But come on, "Crematoria"?! Jesus.
Ok, letting it go, letting it go, moving on to the next stage of grief, acceptance.
Many thanks to
jimweasal for tea, good conversation, and many boxes. Hope the steam cleaner worked well for you, and that you got something resembling sleep last night. And also many thanks to odogoddess for her funny pick-me-up in yesterday's comments section. I'd been having a truly rotten afternoon and it was the perfect lift to my spirits. It's certainly true about the healing power of laughter.Class tonight, hooray! I've been such a slacker lately, but focusing on dance when you're about to move is kinda tough I'm discovering.
Now to contemplate a rather nasty curse for whoever it was that stole mail from
jakejr's building. Midsummer should be a nice powerful time to lay a much deserved whammy on the culprits for putting her through so much more stress that she really doesn't need. Poor dear.
