Now I remember why I stopped reading this thread - it's too hard to keep up! Especially since I actually spend all day working at work this summer and generally have something to do in the afternoon/evenings!

Phew.

However, i did skip and skim. Fanfic is an obvious to me, but I started reading Star Wars novels at age 11, and proceeded to read ever single one then available. Kept up with the entire universe until I was about 16, actually. I think they softened me up for that world. The percentage of amateur fanfic that is pornographic caught my by surprise at first - making characters have sex with each other has never been my first thought when I contemplated "wouldn't it be great if..." - but I mostly grok it now, after my exposure.

Makes it tougher to explain, though. "See, lots of people on the internet think that Clark and Lex... um... Harry and Draco... um... Hermione and Snape... um... those twins in Supernatural... um... Veronica and Logan? Who doesn't approve of that??? Should have lots and lots of sex! And they write about it. It's fun."

Maybe that's why I usually start with "I've read entire novels, sometimes as good or better than canon, set in the universes of others."

Anyway, in completely other news, I may possibly have met a girl tonight. She's one of the new people in the math teaching fellowship program I'm in. At first, I was like "She seems nice" but with no lusting, but as the evening went on - I ended up hanging out with her and several others from about 7:00 until 2:30 - I started to change that opinion. Gorgeous smile, that cute kind of uninhibited, more interested in comfort than style.. style (bright yellow t-shirt, flowy black skirt, flip-flops), very funny and amusing, into bad 90s pop music and... has ALL OF BUFFY ON HER COMPUTER. I didn't yell that quite as excitedly when I found out, but it was a good moment.

She actually rather reminds me of a friend of mine from high school, who I always thought I could totally be with after she grew up, relaxed, matured, and fulfilled her cool. Sadly, my friend never really did that - she was sucked into the scary southern sorority world and is about to get married to a typical fraternity guy and I can barely stand to talk to her anymore. However, this girl that I met tonight is like my friend if she DID grow up, relax, mature, and fulfill her cool.

We danced a lot. It was fun.

More at eleven.

Since you're in Greece anyway, think you could find an old temple and offer up some fresh fruit or something for me?

I dunno - it's pretty fucking hot here too. OTOH, my a/c works, so ...hey! While heat is probably Zeus' portfolio, I bet HVAC systems are Hephaestus' balliwick, and his temple is still standing. And conveniently located. I'll see what I can do.

Oh, yay, Gris! FlipflopChick sounds smashing!

(((Kristin))) Dude. I have no words.

I just celebrated Canada Day by watching all of S1 of Slings and Arrows. Hec's math was right.

Woot! You can't argue with math.

I suppose you could argue with math if you were exremely contentious but I doubt your rhetoric would be more convincing than geometry.

Emmett woke up. Now he's back to sleep but I'm up. A timely reminder of what parenting a baby is going to be like again. I've taken the time to print out our maps to Livermore.

JZ got home from her (belated) birthday dinner with her Dad last night full wroth about the transit system. It was a very boring story that actually included the phrase, "...and then I waited and waited and waited and waited..." at which point I rudely interrupted and said, "Damn, that's a boring story. I don't think talking about it is going to be as cathartic as you think. Come watch this."

I'd TiVoed And Now For Something Completely Different and made her watch Upper Class Twit of the Year which had her giggling within seconds. Behond the healing powers of Python.

Who else thinks that Hec should have heard out his (rather pregnant) wrothful wife, even if the story was boring?

(sorry, that came out harsher than intended). Yay for Monty Python cures.

Well, I don't think a jury in the land would have convicted her if she'd decked him, but YMMV. Glad the Pythons brought the cheery instead.

A timely reminder of what parenting a baby is going to be like again.

Indeed. I've been in baby/toddler hell today.

Although, and I don't know what to make of this, Mal and I were playing blocks while watching Slings and Arrows and at pretty every Shakespeare scene (I mean the ones where an actor is speaking the text), Mal would stop and look up rapt, totally focussed.

Probably not coincidentally, getting him to use actual words backslid significantly today. Maybe he's decided not to speak until he has a better writer.

Gotta say, Slings and Arrows looks like something I'd fall head over heels in love with. God knows I adored Men with Brooms, and it's not like I have any feelings about curling one way or the other. Shakespeare festival, otoh...yeah.

Hallo. I am not usually up at this hour on a Saturday (much less "have been up for almost 2 hours"), but my landlord came over so I could sign a new lease. They're moving to Texas. Eek. Here's hoping nothing happens that requires emergency landlord help!

I still need to clean more before smonster and Amyth show up, but I'm wanting to go back to bed. HOWEVER, I'm pissed because my phone (which is only a year old!) has EATEN smonster's phone number. Because she's at the end of the alphabet. Bastard. And I don't want to buy an expensive new phone, but I also don't want to sign an extension on my contract and have to hope that a new phone would last for three years. BASTARDS.

Who else thinks that Hec should have heard out his (rather pregnant) wrothful wife, even if the story was boring?

Yeah, that would be the traditional method. But I can guarantee two things if I'd been less innovative in my Pythonian therapy: 1) I would have been bored; 2) JZ would have wound herself up into a froth of wroth that would not have relieved her mood.

Although, and I don't know what to make of this, Mal and I were playing blocks while watching Slings and Arrows and at pretty every Shakespeare scene (I mean the ones where an actor is speaking the text), Mal would stop and look up rapt, totally focussed.

Well, he may be sensitive to rhythm in language which means you have either a budding scholar, or a kid who's going to drive you nuts with gangsta rap at an early age.