Hey, what's it like for people with significant others who are also buffistas?

Do you think you ever hold stuff back because he might read it here?

Not exactly hold back, more chose my words more carefully. I don't bitch about him here- but that is more because it is a written record. Most of my complaints and bitching about him do not deserve a permanent place in history. And partly because not everyone here has a complete view of him, and I get concerned ( even when I am mad at him) that someone will get the wrong idea about him.

This is true for me as well. Honestly, though, I find it incredibly liberating most of the time. I tried really hard to pull DexH into the two online forums I was a part of because I wanted him to be a part of the communities, and he had no interest. It put me into an awkward triangle with him and my boards--he was jealous of the time I spent with my blinvisible friends and frustrated at all of the history and in-jokes I was accruing, yet he wasn't willing to get to know them either. He never understood how important you all became to me.

I love the fact that Drew knows everyone and gets the history. I love that we both have ties and friends here, and I love that there's no need to explain why we both check the boards first thing in the morning and last thing before we go to bed. I also think the fact that we were friends online long before any romance sprang up has made our relationship a lot stronger. He knew me better at the beginning of the romance than most of my partners ever did.

So I just finished watching FNL, and I came rushing here to see what everyone said about it, and then I found that I need to think about what I thought about. I'll post in the morning, and then maybe rewatch.

In the meantime, I have specifically forbidden the SO from posting here, even though he would love it and get along with everyone. He was so happy when he met Steph and got to have livetime the scintillating Buffista conversation I get all the time. But he cannot have you, because you are mine! Mine, I tell you.

No, he just has a different posting style. What we purge as trolls here, he would think was just mild getting-to-know-you banter. And then, in the rest of our social life, he's got the conversational ball, and if I let him in here, he'd carry it here too, and I'd just let him. I need my social space, where I'm known and valued for me, and not just as his quiet but supportive partner.

Like my theater buddies, when I was doing follow-spot. He'd have loved, but they were already mine!

eta: Fortunately, though, he's as big a geek as me, and spends every bit as much time online as I do. Imagine when we were trading off dialup bandwidth! Thank goodness for broadband and wireless networking.

eata: Okay, now I gotta get to bed. Haircut in the morning!

He was so happy when he met Steph and got to have livetime the scintillating Buffista conversation I get all the time.

Steph L.: bearing the burden of being the Representative Buffista(TM).

(I'm chuffed that Liese called our conversation "scintillating," and I'm metaphorically scuffing my toe in the dirt in a self-effacing manner, even though I'm actually pleased. I'm sure you can all picture it.)

ION, I'm awake right now because think I've slept maybe 2 hours all night, on and off, because of this sore throat/cold/tonsillitis/whatever the hell it is. I started with the sore throat on Monday, and it's gotten progressively worse, so I went to the doctor yesterday afternoon. A rapid strep test was negative, so the diagnosis was a vague tonsillitis/pharyngitis.

It's that kind of sore throat that hurts in a low-level way all the time, except for when I swallow, when it escalates to feeling like I have broken glass in my throat. Yippee. Cepacol, despite its claims, is not doing a very good job of numbing my throat, although it does make my tongue numb, which is a kind of nifty feeling, but doesn't help the broken-glass throat. Gargling with warm salt water helped for a couple of days, but has been ineffective for the past 24 hours or so. My treatment of choice has come down to cursing half-heartedly. It doesn't do anything for the sore throat, but it pleases me.

So, I'm thinking that 2 hours of sleep means no work for Teppy today. Nuh uh.

At 3:30 am, the trashman went through and pulled all the trashcans on our street out tot he curb. (They are stored in thr ground outsides the houses here.) Just now, 5:30 am, the trash truck itself came by, complete with honking horn and yelling trashmen.

Who picks up trash at 5:30am?

Who picks up trash at 5:30am?

Crazy people?

Steph, I hope the vague but annoying throat thing goes away. We're fighting a full-frontal assult from the snot monster here.

My teen relations with my parents were fraught, to say the least. I had developed some bi-polar issues and had a horrific asshole boyfriend. I'm surprised to this day that I survived and that my parents don't hate me for the way I acted or treated them.

DH doesn't like online interactions. He prefers F2F stuff and though he doesn't quite get the depth of my online friendships, he respects them and gives me plenty of space and time for that. I try to relay funny or interesting stuff to him. Sometimes he gets it, sometimes not.

Ugh, Steph. That really sucks if it's not strep -- at least you can treat strep with drugs! I seem to have a moderately annoying cold, which I'm just hoping doesn't get bad when I go away for the weekend!

Steph, if it's getting worse instead of better, it's time to alert the doctor, and if he doesn't try something else (I'm thinking heavy-duty antibiotics and a prescription gargle) it's time to say 'screw him' and see an ER doctor. Sore throats like this are infections and that can actually be very dangerous for the rest of your body!

Note: I am not a doctor and only watch them on TV.

I seem to be getting into the hang of this 'unemployed' thing and slept through until past 7 this morning. The cats were distressed, silly little buggers. Just because they don't have opposable thumbs and can't dish out the cat food on their own....

Steph, Chloraseptic spray has worked pretty well for me as a numbing agent when I had bad sore throats. It was about all that kept me a functional human being before the Augmentin kicked in when I had tonsilitis.

In other sad news, Bob Clark died in a car crash -- best known as the director of A Christmas Story which would be a shining jewel in any career.

In other sad news, Bob Clark died in a car crash -- best known as the director of A Christmas Story which would be a shining jewel in any career.

And the perfect act of atonement for having directed PORKIES.

Man had an eclectic career: The original BLACK CHRISTMAS, a horror film about Ed Gein called DERANGED, a really good Sherlock Holmes vs. Jack the Ripper movie MURDER BY DECREE (with Christopher Plummer and James Mason as Holmes and Watson), the PORKIES movies and A CHRISTMAS STORY (and that's not even a complete list).