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Nov. 22nd, 2004 12:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stakebaitPicked up my Mary Kate and Ashley rug. I am slightly twitchy about supporting the anorectic teen merchandise empire, and can't tell whether to be relieved or frightened that I'm apparently in that market at 30, but OTOH sometimes a cheap rug that matches my purple couch is just a cheap rug that matches my purple couch.
We were productive with lightbulbs and silver polishing and pie baking and so forth. Particularly so forth.
I finished Kushiel's Avatar, which is quite satisfying if you liked the first two, though not likely to win any new converts if you didn't. And bought books on Bawdry in the Regency and the Library of Alexandria, plus a Greg Bear and a Connie Willis + Cynthia Felice, Promised Land. It's essentially a classic romance plot (big city gal learns to appreciate inarticulate but loyal frontier man) in a sci fi setting, but I'd recommend it to anyone who liked Firefly for that Wild West in Space feel.
Ran into a high school boyfriend in the milk section of mom's supermarket. Hard to tell which of us was more taken aback. He's still cute -- looks almost identical in fact. Startling to realize my pot smoking, burnout Metallica t-shirt wearing ex is now getting his Masters in Biology to teach community college. Clearly it's time and past time I went back to graduate school. Also, I'm old.
Also makes me want to yell "ha" at all the high school teachers who were snotty about the burnouts and didn't understand why a high achieving blah blah like me would want to hang with them. We were interrupted by a grateful woman he used to tutor, just to underline the point.
Also weird to see him because he's someone who I hurt -- it was a miscommunication, mostly. At the time he was too proud and angry to listen and I was too caught up in defending my good faith to say anything that might be mistaken for an admission of guilt. But now it doesn't seem to matter so much anymore. I'm sorry he was ever hurt because of me. I'm grateful he doesn't seem to be holding the grudge. And I'm humbled by the fact that it took him a minute to place me. I knew who he was instantly.
Kinda makes me wish I was still in touch with the friend who also had a crush on him in high school, just so I'd have someone to call and squee.
Two good nuggets of superhero wisdom on the FL this morning --![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
redredshoes with Shetterly on Clark Kent and supergee on Men of Tomorrow. Hopefully this will serve as a reminder to get my butt in gear on Accidental Heroes before the contest deadline.
We were productive with lightbulbs and silver polishing and pie baking and so forth. Particularly so forth.
I finished Kushiel's Avatar, which is quite satisfying if you liked the first two, though not likely to win any new converts if you didn't. And bought books on Bawdry in the Regency and the Library of Alexandria, plus a Greg Bear and a Connie Willis + Cynthia Felice, Promised Land. It's essentially a classic romance plot (big city gal learns to appreciate inarticulate but loyal frontier man) in a sci fi setting, but I'd recommend it to anyone who liked Firefly for that Wild West in Space feel.
Ran into a high school boyfriend in the milk section of mom's supermarket. Hard to tell which of us was more taken aback. He's still cute -- looks almost identical in fact. Startling to realize my pot smoking, burnout Metallica t-shirt wearing ex is now getting his Masters in Biology to teach community college. Clearly it's time and past time I went back to graduate school. Also, I'm old.
Also makes me want to yell "ha" at all the high school teachers who were snotty about the burnouts and didn't understand why a high achieving blah blah like me would want to hang with them. We were interrupted by a grateful woman he used to tutor, just to underline the point.
Also weird to see him because he's someone who I hurt -- it was a miscommunication, mostly. At the time he was too proud and angry to listen and I was too caught up in defending my good faith to say anything that might be mistaken for an admission of guilt. But now it doesn't seem to matter so much anymore. I'm sorry he was ever hurt because of me. I'm grateful he doesn't seem to be holding the grudge. And I'm humbled by the fact that it took him a minute to place me. I knew who he was instantly.
Kinda makes me wish I was still in touch with the friend who also had a crush on him in high school, just so I'd have someone to call and squee.
Two good nuggets of superhero wisdom on the FL this morning --
redredshoes with Shetterly on Clark Kent and supergee on Men of Tomorrow. Hopefully this will serve as a reminder to get my butt in gear on Accidental Heroes before the contest deadline.
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