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Court Jester of the Commonwealth of Chaos
I'm still in SE Fl, still involved with (and living with) Homeboy, still working at the same company. My ongoing wrist issues are now accompanied by issues with my elbows, too wordy to type easily into my smartphone, so typing into a laptop is problematic and there's no room for an ergonomic set up.

I have identified an alternative approach that should address the problem soon. I have lots more to say, but not at the moment.

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theater: living room
mood: optimistic optimistic
soundtrack: Homeboy & bunnygoth chatting

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redknight, meet rhonan, and vice versa. You are neighbors with many common interests. I should have done this sooner.

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I am alive and well. So much has happened in the past few months. Over the next few days, I hope to update this journal in more detail.

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theater: living room
mood: content content
soundtrack: Homeboy helping my dad over the phone with his computer

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OK, body, this isn't the Relay for Pain. I can understand Uterus picking up the baton when Back dropped it after last night's massage. It was just an unpleasant timing coincidence, and Uterus was going to grab the pain baton no matter what. But Skull? You weren't invited, and just because Uterus started to lower the pain baton, you did not need to retrieve it. You can put the baton down now. I mean it.

The race is canceled.

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theater: living room
mood: cranky cranky
soundtrack: annoying fireworks outside - oh fuck, it's July 4th weekend

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My uterus is evil and I'm sick of it.

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theater: living room
mood: cranky cranky
soundtrack: Sarah Palin's retirement speech (which is music indeed)

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The results were exactly as I expected, and as I had hoped.

Also, new icon.

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theater: living room
mood: tired tired
soundtrack: TV

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New SYTYCD icon. Fastest I've ever produced an icon following the production of the show that spawned it.

A friends-only situation update is soon to follow. The news is somewhat less grim than it was.

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mood: accomplished accomplished
soundtrack: cheesy Cialis commercial

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Those of you who are watching, I'll bet you can guess which routine I'll be screencapping for this season....

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theater: living room
mood: happy happy
soundtrack: Mary screaming

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I've been out of commission for days. I've spent most of the time in bed, and not in the good way. I've only had one night of severe vomiting, but the mild nausea the rest of the time was not fun.

However, I am back to my pre-Homeboy weight. I guess there's always a bright side.

I'll finish getting dressed and go to work when I feel up to it. Just showering and eating breakfast was exhausting.

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theater: living room
mood: tired tired
soundtrack: NPR on the radio

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Homeboy is an amazing cook. I joined an organic food co-op a couple of weeks ago. Homeboy made an amazing bean and leek soup tonight. Mmmmm. Having a boyfriend who can cook is a wonderful thing.

Pants bankrupt, more info to be posted later, yada yada yada.

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theater: living room
mood: pleased pleased
soundtrack: MSNBC plus Homeboy

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I've been too busy lately doing stuff to blog, and I'm too tired now to blog about all the stuff I've been doing. Reader's Digest version: Work good but busy, Homeboy good but busy, other social stuff good but busy, etc.

I promise an update in detail at some point in time soon. Some of it will be going into the TMI filter, if that's an enticement. Heh.

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theater: living room
mood: tired tired
soundtrack: MSNBC plus friends

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My pants are bankrupt, as usual. I was busy implementing a new system at work. The system is another story entirely, one that deserves its own post (or series of posts, more likely).

Tomorrow's plan is interesting - I will be having dinner with my old teen summer camp sweetheart. We reconnected on Facebook, and he is in town visiting family for Passover. Homeboy has nothing to worry about, since I can tell that the old sweetheart has changed in ways that make him not compatible in a romantic way. Still, dinner should be fun. It sounds as though he has had quite a life over the past 2 decades. I'm looking forward to hearing his story.

Brief Pepe update: She has started to voluntarily leave the cage when I leave the door open. She might finally be starting to trust me. It's very exciting.

My sister has been in town since Wednesday for Passover. She flies home tomorrow evening. Hectic, hectic, hectic.

I'm tired. Go thud now. More update later.

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theater: living room
mood: tired tired
soundtrack: Pepe eating seeds

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felisdemens, meet bunnygoth.
bunnygoth, meet felisdemens.

felisdemens, bunnygoth will be here for a month. You are both darkly brilliant, snarktastic, and goth non-poseurs. Also, you both sport fabulously-tinted frequently-transformed tresses that make me remember when I had the guts to do shit like that.

I think we need to all get together and cause some trouble.

Now, I need to sleep.

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theater: heading to bed
mood: mischievous mischievous
soundtrack: clacking keyboards

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Homeboy is salvaging data from the old machine. I love the new machine, though the tiny keyboard will take some getting used to. My pants, sadly, will remain bankrupt. I have been and will continue to be a busy woman.

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theater: living room
mood: happy happy
soundtrack: The Color of Magic on cable tv

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My old laptop died. I just received my new netbook today. So far, so good. My pants are probably hopelessly bankrupt.

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mood: pleased pleased
soundtrack: not the NCAA (must avoid the yummy crack of March Madness)

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We've been talking daily, sometimes more than one conversation.

This kerfuffle might have actually helped us, in a very backhanded and painful way. We've been airing out some tough issues, and digging inward to do so. In an odd way, I think I've learned to let go of a few of my more constraining quirks that I have within relationships. We'll finally be getting together in person Friday night (our schedules are both crazy). Things appear to be back on, and they might even better than before, because we both have had to do some serious soul-baring and dream-sharing.

I probably wouldn't have chosen the particular mechanism that launched this latest mess, but if the relationship ends up stronger and healthier for it, I can deal with that, and even be grateful for that. He'd be wise not to repeat the mechanism in the future, though.

Also, his resumption of smoking had best be temporary, since my asthma doesn't really care for smoke; since he quit before meeting me out of his own personal wishes, I believe that he will quit again when the heinous stress dies down. And I know he would never expect to smoke in a room or a car with me, which is important. He's a considerate smoker when he does smoke. I think we can compromise on this until he can quit again. And he really wants to quit.

No one said that this would be easy. I do think he's worth fighting a few of my personal demons for. He seems to feel the same way about me, and that's enough for me for now.

Finding someone who really gets how my strange brain works, who enjoys so many of the more arcane interests (not in the mystical sense) that I do, is no small thing. I'm not about to give up on this without making a solid effort to address the issues. I want this to work. He makes me happy in a way I didn't think possible. When he arrives at my door, it's like the sun emerging from the clouds on a gray day. When we sit on the couch, watching a political show, and we both come to similarly nuanced positions on a particular topic through discussion, my toes curl with delight. His brain fits my brain. His body fits my body. When we got to sleep and he curls up around me, I feel safe and cherished and enriched, and I sleep amazingly.

Our family histories are so frighteningly similar that when one of us has a run-in with our parents, there is little or no need to explain the cultural backstory to the other, because we *know* what the dynamics are. Given all the different nationalities involved, that's no small thing.

OK, meds are kicking in, and I'm about to botch my roll for consciousness vs sleep, so I'm signing off.

Bankrupt pants and all that, by the way. I tried to catch up, but I didn't finish. Sorry.

Note: This is a public post for a reason. Hopefully, he'll realize what that means, but if not, I have no problem explaining.

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theater: living room
mood: relieved relieved
soundtrack: the a/c

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I picked him up from the airport and took him to dinner. Then I brought him home. We're watching Firefly now. There might have been a gap between getting home and watching Firefly. Maybe.

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theater: on couch in living room
mood: happy happy
soundtrack: watching "Heart of Gold"

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Fundamentalism (à la Rick Warren) + horny teenagers + the Internet = Saddlebacking

Too funny. Spread the word.

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theater: living room
mood: amused amused
soundtrack: Keith Olbermann on MSNBC

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