January 30th, 2002

Yo Maniacal Tang

Geeks in Love...

ambar is here tonight (as he has aleady noted in her journal), and after a lovely several hours of hanging out, sex (yum!), tubbing, and catching up with Buffy. She actually hadn't seen the really evil Buffy/Evil Willow online comics that avalon33 pointed out recently. Surprising, as this is the same woman who introduced me to Buffy slash in the first place ("I am Xander's prostrate. I am a happy thing.")

So, here we are, perusing our mutual LiveJournal entries, each with our own wireless iBook (clam shell style, mine graphite, hers bondi blue). She's lying out in a position not too dissimilar from her photo, only that one is of her leaning against a cliff. Oh, and she's wearing her glasses, which make her enourmously sexy to me. I think deep down I have always been a geek, with a penchant for nerdy BBW girls.

Today Rob and Michele were in a minor accident. Nothing too serious, just a bit of a run in with some black ice on Highway nine. Scarier was the SUV that spun out as they surveyed the damage from where the pickup had buried a fender into the side of the mountain, barely missing them as they stood by the side of the road. Wisely, they decided against the rest of the day, got chiropractic help, drugs (all hail flexiril and vicodin!) and return home. This worked out well for Michele, who has some obscene number of sick hours (I think it amounts to 6 *weeks* worth) that will simply vanish into the ether when Exodus ceases to exist in its current form, and is re-born as a Cables and Wireless subsidiary this Friday. Makes you want to call in sick more often, doesn't it?

Speaking of chiropractors, Dr. Jeff sent me a lovely thank you for sending him Mike...apparently, Kathleen says that they really liked him, and he's been doing wonders for Mike. I got the card today, with Michele pointing out that the handwriting on the envelope was actually hers...the good doc had her fill it out with the home address for him.

Roni's visit to San Diego went really well, tho' unexpectedly so. I won't risk annoying certain people by going into too much detail, though I can say that the main reason she went down (read: have wild monkey sex with Valerie) did not happen. She has been promised "double sex" the next time she comes to SF, which will prolly be April.

I might be able to help pay off that debt sooner...Valerie, bless her, actually asked me if I'd like to fly to Atlanta with her on business. This was because of a joke I made when I heard she was flying out there: She basically wanted to know if I was serious, because she would try to make it happen. Much jaw flapping on my part ensued.I wrote back, and told her that I would MUCH rather go to BaT with her...I really would like to see Elizabeth (it's been since August, and I miss her terribly...though it really IS a lot easier since she got a cell so I can call her regularly), and a few other people. Val's the kind of person to enjoy playing at that sort of thing. Of course, it's also possible she's already responded to that idea in the negative (I plan on checking my email after I post this messive).

Well, Ambar's wrapped it up for the night...apparently her system has had a mystery freeze twice since we've started, and she's taken that as a sign that it's time to crash (no pun intended). That's what she gets for running system 9. I'm going to do a quick spell check on this and post -- I think that's one thing about Phoenix X I don't like, is the fact that it doesn't integrate some of the OS X services as well as it should. Oh well...I'll just keep trying clients until I find one that works.

(Edit: The stupid off-line client managed to mangle this post so badly I had to go back in and tweak it. Sheesh...)
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Meanwhile, Later That Same Day...

Damn it all, my mom was right. Maybe your blood DOES thin or something as you live in warmer climes. I recall being able to handle 20 degree temps with little difficulty...it was single digits that gave me trouble. But today I find myself chilled constantly, as if I can't get warm. Even as I type this, I'm seriously considering getting into the tub to warm up...but that would mean walking on actual ICE.

Last night when ambar and I hit the aforementioned hot water container, I almost fell on my ass. For some reason, even though the girls had such a near catastrophic run in with black ice, it seemed almost mythical to me. Actually placing my bare foot on a sheet of ice formed on the back deck brought it all back.

Ambar seemed equally bemused by the experience, though I was worried about her more than I was for myself...she had taken a nasty spill yesterday, and her ankle and knee were pretty banged up. It's very strange having a lover who's legs have taken more of a beating than mine of late...I only have the one nasty bruise and cut where a log almost went through my right shin after an unfortunately placed hatchet knocked it toward me during an attempt to split it.

Of course, one of those bruises on her legs was from an incident in Maui, damn it all. I really have to get to that island some time...I want to swim in the ocean again, and see volcanos, and cute fat hawaiians of both sexes at the nude beaches the tourists don't go to. Not necessarily in that order.

I'll be it's warm there right now. Of course, I remember when temps in the 40's were something to be celebrated this time of year on Long(guh!) Island. It was 18 years ago this month when I first dreamt of moving to a warmer state, after getting frost bite on a day with a high temperature of 5 degrees F. Yes, *5*. Residents of Montana or Alaska might scoff at this, but it was finally way too cold for me.

There seems to be fewer places in the lower 48 that manage to avoid the low temps these days...Florida seems to be the only place that avoids them with any regularity, though that isn't always true either.


Will someone PLEASE tell me why Bush and Cheney are trying so hard to self destruct over the whole Enron/Energy Task Force thing? Do they think that high popularity ratings are a shield against being cagey and downright obstructive? Even their defense is deceitful: They're trying to make it sound like the GAO is asking for meeting minutes and records of the specific conversations, when all they've asked for is the names of who the White House spoke with and when they spoke with them. Of course, that's enough for people to realize that when the White House speaks of talking to representatives of industry and environmental groups, it probably spoke to a bunch of nuclear, gas, and coal power reps 99.9% of the time, and maybe two environmental and a smattering of "alternative" energy source advocates for a total of 5 minutes each. That the weighting would appear directly proportional to the personal relationship to the Bush family, or the amount of money that went toward the Bush presidential war chest, is entirely a coincidence.

The whole thing is as good a reason for a federal "Sunshine" law as I've ever seen, though I can't imagine a congress as corrupt as the Executive Branch wanting to hoist themselves by the balls like that.

In the meantime, it's interesting to see that Bush/Cheney are beginning to be spoken of in the same breath as Nixon/Watergate. There are fully 2.75 years until the next presidential election, which is an even longer time in politics than in the technical field. Drawing things out only hurts worse, unless the thing they're covering up IS worse.

Republicans standing up for the pres are only proving themselves the usual hypocrites: The only thing less relevant for public consumption would be, oh, I don't know, GW's sex life? This would be the same party that spent in excess of 60 million dollars trying to pin something on Clinton, only to fail utterly. So they got him dis-barred. Big whoop...who ever heard of an ex-president who practiced law?

I should make this clear...nothing interests me less than the shrubs sex life.
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Apt Quotes

First, for ambar, the Bilbo Baggins quote I promised her last night, but managed to space looking up:

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

(digression) While I understand many seeing the movie have not read the books, I was still shocked, after sitting for nearly three hours, that someone exclaimed "That's it?!" when the movie ended when it did...which is to say, exactly where the book ended. I'm still not sure if it was a compliment or not. (/digression)

While looking up the quote for Ambar, I found this item that ravensmother might find interesting (Peter S. Beagle, from the foreword):

"We are raised to honor the all the wrong explorers and discoverers -- thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."

'Nuff said.
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