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It feels like too long since I updated. I still love you, readers, but life has been kind of hectic. Read on for details.
A week or two ago I thought of somebody who used to be associated with the Space Virgins, who as you may remember are the theme camp I camped with at Burning Man back in '07. Yeah, I thought of C because she was one of these infuriating women who look absolutely stunning without the slightest effort. I sent her mail with the subject line, "I've changed sex. How are you?" and she invited me on what turned into a two-hour coffee date. She's gained a little weight, but she wears it very well. C showed me the rock on her finger (Yes, I knew she was straight. Le sigh.) and said we should do a mani-pedi sometime. Awww!
Had dinner at Blue Ginger with the housemates 'cause I'm social like that. They're all right, but they're... quirky. One, whom I've dubbed M3, has a tiny parrot whom he dotes on. J is bitter at MyCo but an otherwise normal gamer geek, for certain values of normal. M2 is - How to put this in case he reads it? - ambitiously squirrely. M2 should fit in well at OurCo. Will I turn into one of them? Am I already?
Had a relaxing couple of absinthes with the ever-fabulous![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mahariel. Now that I can finally go to the Merc in the same clothes I wear during the day (Aw, yeah.) she and I looked around and noticed that except for the staff we were the only representatives of the old crew there. And I'm not that old: back in '03 or '04, I was a Janey-come-lately. I was never on the SeaGoth mailing list. Fruit flies like a banana. I had a lovely time, but I feel a little remiss for not mingling with the relative noobs.
On Sunday I scheduled 90 kids for 12 hours of conference week activities apiece according to their preferences, first-second-third for each hour, as given to me on paper. No conflicts, no holes. Behold the power of the relational database! Tonight: make it all pretty for teachers, helpers, and students. Tomorrow: helper reminder mails, the last errands. Wed-Fri: Be nervous but absent.
Plans: Re-bar for Flammable on Sunday. I have zappy this weekend, so I'll be too ugly to party earlier.
A week or two ago I thought of somebody who used to be associated with the Space Virgins, who as you may remember are the theme camp I camped with at Burning Man back in '07. Yeah, I thought of C because she was one of these infuriating women who look absolutely stunning without the slightest effort. I sent her mail with the subject line, "I've changed sex. How are you?" and she invited me on what turned into a two-hour coffee date. She's gained a little weight, but she wears it very well. C showed me the rock on her finger (Yes, I knew she was straight. Le sigh.) and said we should do a mani-pedi sometime. Awww!
Had dinner at Blue Ginger with the housemates 'cause I'm social like that. They're all right, but they're... quirky. One, whom I've dubbed M3, has a tiny parrot whom he dotes on. J is bitter at MyCo but an otherwise normal gamer geek, for certain values of normal. M2 is - How to put this in case he reads it? - ambitiously squirrely. M2 should fit in well at OurCo. Will I turn into one of them? Am I already?
Had a relaxing couple of absinthes with the ever-fabulous
mahariel. Now that I can finally go to the Merc in the same clothes I wear during the day (Aw, yeah.) she and I looked around and noticed that except for the staff we were the only representatives of the old crew there. And I'm not that old: back in '03 or '04, I was a Janey-come-lately. I was never on the SeaGoth mailing list. Fruit flies like a banana. I had a lovely time, but I feel a little remiss for not mingling with the relative noobs.On Sunday I scheduled 90 kids for 12 hours of conference week activities apiece according to their preferences, first-second-third for each hour, as given to me on paper. No conflicts, no holes. Behold the power of the relational database! Tonight: make it all pretty for teachers, helpers, and students. Tomorrow: helper reminder mails, the last errands. Wed-Fri: Be nervous but absent.
Plans: Re-bar for Flammable on Sunday. I have zappy this weekend, so I'll be too ugly to party earlier.
