Man, it's dead here. No comments on my apparent over-caring with my neighbors....
'War Stories'
Natter 48 Contiguous States of Denial
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
I'm here!
I have beer, and I'm here.
You are a good neighbor, sarameg.
At least you're familiar with your neighbors--I can ID some of them on sight, but know their names? Nope.
I've got RotK on while doing some cleaning, and I've found out why watching this on commercial tv is just wrong. They cut from Eowyn sobbing over her dead uncle to an inane Best Buy Christmas commercial.
Hi! I just woke up. Because I came home, thought about how I'm supposed to drive to Arlington tomorrow, and started to tear up. Which seemed like a hint that I was overtired, since... it's Arlington, not San Quentin.
Anyway:
I finally got the one inside, who I then lectured and informed I was not getting in the middle of this, but she was putting me there and she was opening the door because I SAID SO,You are awesome.
Timelies all!
Went to G's office holiday party. Tasty food(including some wonderful desserts like the strawberries dipped in white and dark chocolate and decorated so they look like tuxedos which was almost too cute to eat. Almost), decent band, and fun with green screen/computer editing technologies.(I now have a picture of me as Morticia Addams. Ok, it's my face and the rest is the regular photo, but it worked rather well. I'm thinking about scanning for a lj icon.)
Don't have any solid plans for tomorrow, but Sunday night we go to see Jonathan Coulton.
Lee! Be drunken with me! (It'll take another scotch for me.)
I'm reluctantly pulled into neighborliness. It's taken years. On one hand, I'm very private and kinda hate other people knowing my routines. On the other, it's great to have people to rely on and there is a specialness in watching out for them and delivering. Problem comes when they draw you into their drama. My neighborhood (though largely not my neighbors)is..iffy. Comparatively, I probably make much more than the vast majority around me. By a lot. But I like the long termers.
Me calling cops on fuckheads? Doesn't bug. Getting drawn into family affairs is icky. And then... I get people who bring me a plate of dinner because I looked unhappy when I came home. I'm torn. Hell, one of the reasons I don't move is because of the long-termers in my block.
edit: Strega, thanks. I felt more like an annoyed young upstart, but man...
Seriously, the ability to clearly explain that people are being childish is a valuable skill. I was thinking I should pay you to come down and have an intervention where you could tell my friends to stop being thoughtless, and me to stop being bratty and passive-aggressive.
Lee! Be drunken with me! (It'll take another scotch for me.)
I can do this, though it may take a while for me to catch up. Maybe I should have a shot of tequila to go with the beer.
Actually, that sounds like a really good idea.
Seriously, the ability to clearly explain that people are being childish is a valuable skill. I was thinking I should pay you to come down and have an intervention where you could tell my friends to stop being thoughtless, and me to stop being bratty and passive-aggressive.
I work a helpdesk frequented by prima donnas. While in that capacity, I am so much more diplomatic, I suspect it saps my ability to deal with juvenile behavior. No tolerance for it. Plus, I really hate getting embroiled in conflict. I'm really really averse to it. What got me coherent was not wanting a 67 year old woman, with a history of heart attacks, spending the night on the freaking stairwell. WTF was her sister thinking!?
WTF was her sister thinking!?
"If I outlive her, I get Grandma's silver!"