I just had my first more-or-less adequate night's sleep since Thursday morning. February has been Insomnia Month for me since I moved to the high(er) latitudes.
Got hairs did, and had dinner with the Siberian Siren. She apologized in advance for how hard she's going to be to get a hold of in the future: she's been working like a fiend to launch her business. She complains that she can't fit most of her many, many dresses because she's been skipping workouts for so long. She's young, hard-headed, and made of ambition. On that subject, I told her that I didn't want to do tech stuff for her because a) I'm not sure I have the skills she needs, and b) I don't share her ambition and I don't want to let her down. She took it with admirable good grace. When I left her I said, "Don't burn yourself out."
"It's too late for that," she said. I wish her all the success she wants. I also worry about her a little.
Woosh back home to get ready for a party up in Shoreline thrown by Funny Lady and friends. I was late to pick up the Tickler, but luckily, she doesn't get her undies in a bunch about things the way I do. As you'd expect from Funny Lady, it was off the hook: crowded, loud, and full of nicely dressed ladies. I had a couple of instances of women remembering me when I didn't remember them. Arg! FL says I have several admirers, to which I made the only sane response: "Tell them to ask me the fuck out! I don't know who they are." But we're talking about queer women here, who notoriously can't muster the ovaries.
FL & co. asked me who I like to date. I came up with two answers: I get along really well with extroverts like the Tickler and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
cupcake_goth, and I would totally date myself. (Funny Lady, a bit sadly, says she wouldn't. I would totally date her; in fact, I did.) The Tickler and I have noticed that we're similar in these respects, but where we part ways is that I really miss living with someone and she doesn't. Believe it or not, Ex and I had our moments.
But back to the party. The Tickler and I had put our coats on to leave as the hosts started putting their furniture back where it usually was, when two ladies in lovely dresses started making out on the dining room table. After a couple of minutes of watching that, the coats came off. And then a lot of other clothes. I've said it before: gatherings with Funny Lady usually result in hot queer makeouts, fearing for your life, or both. Saturday night did not disappoint.
Crashed at the Tickler's, and found out that Itto's nearby doesn't do brunch anymore. (The good news, though, is that they've opened on Capitol Hill.) So, we had a mobbed brunch at Arthur's where the Tickler told me some stories about how she became the fabulous freak she is today: corrupted by a younger Goth girl in college - I observed that the Tickler didn't rob the cradle, it robbed her - then working as a union organizer in New Orleans in the mid '90s, which was way more fun than it sounds. She too wonders how she's still alive after walking a mile across the 4th ward in a slip around 0400 one morning.
Got zapped - part of pre-Sydney beautification - and went to Lambert House at 1900, where I at least fixed the bug that broke everything on Wednesday*. The schema changes are done plus a couple of minor things, but as I told the director, the remaining 75% of the work is stupid, fiddly GUI stuff. At least I don't have to worry about data migration now.
Came home. Crashed. Woke up and ate breakfast. Started typing. Running late to work out now. Zoom!
*At least when you're using linked tables in MS Access - a horrible feature if ever there was one - renaming a column quietly and nastily breaks everything.
Got hairs did, and had dinner with the Siberian Siren. She apologized in advance for how hard she's going to be to get a hold of in the future: she's been working like a fiend to launch her business. She complains that she can't fit most of her many, many dresses because she's been skipping workouts for so long. She's young, hard-headed, and made of ambition. On that subject, I told her that I didn't want to do tech stuff for her because a) I'm not sure I have the skills she needs, and b) I don't share her ambition and I don't want to let her down. She took it with admirable good grace. When I left her I said, "Don't burn yourself out."
"It's too late for that," she said. I wish her all the success she wants. I also worry about her a little.
Woosh back home to get ready for a party up in Shoreline thrown by Funny Lady and friends. I was late to pick up the Tickler, but luckily, she doesn't get her undies in a bunch about things the way I do. As you'd expect from Funny Lady, it was off the hook: crowded, loud, and full of nicely dressed ladies. I had a couple of instances of women remembering me when I didn't remember them. Arg! FL says I have several admirers, to which I made the only sane response: "Tell them to ask me the fuck out! I don't know who they are." But we're talking about queer women here, who notoriously can't muster the ovaries.
FL & co. asked me who I like to date. I came up with two answers: I get along really well with extroverts like the Tickler and
cupcake_goth, and I would totally date myself. (Funny Lady, a bit sadly, says she wouldn't. I would totally date her; in fact, I did.) The Tickler and I have noticed that we're similar in these respects, but where we part ways is that I really miss living with someone and she doesn't. Believe it or not, Ex and I had our moments.But back to the party. The Tickler and I had put our coats on to leave as the hosts started putting their furniture back where it usually was, when two ladies in lovely dresses started making out on the dining room table. After a couple of minutes of watching that, the coats came off. And then a lot of other clothes. I've said it before: gatherings with Funny Lady usually result in hot queer makeouts, fearing for your life, or both. Saturday night did not disappoint.
Crashed at the Tickler's, and found out that Itto's nearby doesn't do brunch anymore. (The good news, though, is that they've opened on Capitol Hill.) So, we had a mobbed brunch at Arthur's where the Tickler told me some stories about how she became the fabulous freak she is today: corrupted by a younger Goth girl in college - I observed that the Tickler didn't rob the cradle, it robbed her - then working as a union organizer in New Orleans in the mid '90s, which was way more fun than it sounds. She too wonders how she's still alive after walking a mile across the 4th ward in a slip around 0400 one morning.
Got zapped - part of pre-Sydney beautification - and went to Lambert House at 1900, where I at least fixed the bug that broke everything on Wednesday*. The schema changes are done plus a couple of minor things, but as I told the director, the remaining 75% of the work is stupid, fiddly GUI stuff. At least I don't have to worry about data migration now.
Came home. Crashed. Woke up and ate breakfast. Started typing. Running late to work out now. Zoom!
*At least when you're using linked tables in MS Access - a horrible feature if ever there was one - renaming a column quietly and nastily breaks everything.
