Friday, April 06, 2007
We're flying to the Gingers' today, for Easter weekend. And we're planning to stop for lunch in Delaware (hear that, AGD??). Home of crab cakes, crab soup, crab sandwiches and crab pie. I made up the pie part, but it's probably true. They clearly steal the crabs from Maryland.
Posted at 10:13:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Avon really ought to just slap Blake when he orders him around like that.
Posted at 1:41:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Thursday, April 05, 2007
Weird. I just noticed that the bottom of my right Ugg shoe is all warped and arched-shaped (the other one is flat). It must be melted from the super-hot floor of Tango. But I wonder why it's the right foot? I thought it was hotter on the left. Guess not. Anyway, kind of nice that it's melted into a foot-shaped configuration. Too bad the other one doesn't match.
Posted at 5:03:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
It's snowing miniature round snowballs, tiny as the head of a pin. I caught some on my tongue.
Posted at 3:14:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
It's very silver and wormy out, and I used my polka-dotted umbrella. Also, got my first poem in the mail. It's April!
Posted at 4:10:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Wearing a striped shirt and pants at the same time looks like pajamas. I didn't do it in public. But maybe I will next time.
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
Those fish messed up my brain. I've had a gigantic headache all day. It was so real, though, especially the feel of their bodies. Very three-dimensional and fishlike.
Posted at 5:08:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
I slept pretty sketchily because I knew I had to wake up early for my haircut (my neck's all twisted and stiff now, and my brain's very murky) but I had a fantastic dream. In it, I was swimming all around this pond, exploring it, and I made three fish friends, who swam with me. One was big and white (about 18 inches long), and I swam with him under my right arm. The second was medium-sized (12"?) and grey (I swam with him under my left arm), and the third was slightly smaller (7-8") and a different grey, with smoother (non-scaled) skin. He sort of snuggled between my right shoulder and neck. I think the fish were named Golath, Lethor and Pulpo, although their names were not specifically stated in the dream. I just sort of knew, afterwards. They were all just normal fish-shaped fish (nothing exotic), except for Pulpo, who was a little more tubular, without defined fins or tail.
Posted at 10:59:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
We swam around the whole pond together, my eyes just under the surface; I could see everything clearly even without a mask. Saw many fantastic sites. Every once in a while I'd let the fish out so they could breathe better, but they didn't swim away. At one point we got out to investigate a clearing where an amazing huge white and red mushroom was blossoming open like a tentacled sea cucumber--it was so spectacular, we could see it from the water, but by the time we reached it on land, it had stopped transforming and mostly withered. The fish were okay out of the water for a short time, but gulped a lot when we got back in. They never flipped around or anything.
At the end, I let them go and they were floating near me but Pulpo swam a short distance away and changed colors/translucency and revealed his streaming-back tentacles, and I realised he was actually a cephalopod. He met up with a fellow cephalopod and they swam together, transforming.
Monday, April 02, 2007
I'm very fond of saying, "Triple and shine, triple and shine" (car wash machine impersonation). And I'm kind of giddy, from watching "Breakdown." Today in the car I was thinking superaffectionately about the LC and I felt compelled to listen to the LC Decennium Digital, and, since I'd come from NEAC and had my iPod with me, and I have that cassette rig-ly thing now, for playing the iPod in the car, and I have LCDD on my iPod, I acted on the compulsion immediately. And it was quite fantastic.
Posted at 10:31:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
There's a new barista (again) at Rocky, and today was his very first day on bar duty. He did a good job (with some coaching from Caitlyn as to the meaning of "dry"), and I gave him positive reinforcement. Must start off on a good foot. Tomorrow I'm getting a haircut and I'm very excited about it. The bramble is out of control, and I am fantasizing about how great it will be when it's behaving itself again (well, relatively speaking).
I realized today that what makes the difference between a TV show (or book or movie or whatever) that I really love and one that I just sort of consume and enjoy at the time but don't really care about is the degree to which I think about it while I'm not actually consuming it. For instance, I watch the new Battlestar Galactica series, and it's entertaining and all, but I don't actually care about it. I never think about the characters when I'm not watching the show (I do listen to RDM's podcasts, but that's only because they're entertaining in their own right) or feel anything for them even when I am watching. Blake's 7 on the other hand... well, my past self has very good taste in shows, that's all I can say. It is so great. Yeah, compared to BSG the special effects are cheesy, and the plots are even kind of cheesy, but the characters and the dialog are unmatchable. B7 is twenty times greater than the supposed great new BSG (and I'm not really putting down BSG saying that... it's a pretty good series). I can tell B7 is great because I react to it like crazy when I'm watching, and then I think about it and read about it and of course because I still love it nearly 15 years after I first met it. Also, [some] B7 fanfic is really good. Most fanfic totally bores me. B7 is sparkly.
That was originally all one gushy anti-linear paragraph, but I broke it down. Nice of me, yes.
