Yay Sean!

A friend of mine just attended his father's unveiling. It was at a new cemetery, miles of untouched ground. Yet his dad's grave was smack between two other graves. The first thing his mother said when she saw was "Where am I gonna go?!?"

So she called the cemetery the next day, and they told her "It's not a problem because the spaces curve."

What does that mean? All we can come up with is that they've warped spacetime...so my friend is thinking he can bury his mother before he was born.

Hooray for the Sean!

Vortex, I'm no camper either. The advantage of Pennsic is that with 10,000 other people on site, it's less like camping out and more like sharing a run-down apartment building with a bunch of your best friends (granted, one where the electricity is out). We even had a hot shower in camp (well, eventually. Once we figured out what was going wrong with the water heater).

Oh, and I was just reminded of something I wanted to share with Buffistas -- at Pennsic I heard another version of FCM, only twisted and awful. For one thing it's Fuck Marry Kill, for another it's... well, here's an example: Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Bill O'Reilly.

You see what I'm saying? I was deeply disturbed.

Eww, that is some disturbing choice.

I love to camp! I love seeing Emily around even more.

Go you, Sean!

In other disturbing news, my niece, who I welcomed home from the hospital as a newborn, is now posting stripper-related quiz results to facebook. Part of me is all, yay--way to break away from your very female-sexuality-negative church upbringing. Another part is going, "My eyes! I don't want to know whether or not you're a stranger to the pole!"

Right? Apparently they had to lay down clear guidelines about what "marry" entailed, like face-to-face sex at least twice a year. This really confused me when I was still thinking about the Hugh Jackman/Jensen Ackles/Alan Rickman version. Or the Salma Hayek/Gina Gershon/Eliza Dushku. Or Sean Bean/Callum Keith Rennie/Clive Owen...

Sorry. I came up with quite a few of them while I was explaining our version. Went to a happy place.

sj, I'm in southwest Virginia. Which is lovely and scenic, and the people are wonderful and the pace is slow and there's NOTHING TO DO. Ahem. This is of course not true at all.

Feels true, though.

Calli, I feel your pain. While I was at (camping-event-likes-carrots) I spent a lot of time hanging out with a girl whom I first met when she was 13 and I was hanging out with her parents. I thought it would feel weird, but it's as if she passed a certain point and just became a peer. Um. This all feels obvious when I type it out, but it felt weird to me. I kept searching for the weirdness, but there just wasn't any. She's sensible and mature, so the fact that I was dating her parents' friends when she was in high school ceased to matter.

Addendum to my previous post: there are, for instance, cakewalks every week. And if I liked country music, I'd be in hog heaven.

Yay, Sean!

Walking arm-in-arm to her car and walking back with a huge smile after midnight is just a wonderful image. Yay you! You're long overdue for affection and goodness and pleasures large and small in abundance. Yay yay yay!

Also, sending vague but possible vibes in the direction of Emily and some vague but potential boy somewhere within a 600-mile radius of her. Nothing too specific. Don't want to jinx it.

Also:

less like camping out and more like sharing a run-down apartment building with a bunch of your best friends (granted, one where the electricity is out).

Heh. That's so much like camping out at the Ren Faire it's not even scary, it's just funny. Except that a lot of Faire folk bring generators (Faire starts just a week or two after Burning Man ends, so half the participants still have all that stuff in the backs of their trucks, not yet unloaded). So it's more like sharing a run-down apartment with just enough electricity for music and lots of fairy lights.

Oh, and I was just reminded of something I wanted to share with Buffistas -- at Pennsic I heard another version of FCM, only twisted and awful. For one thing it's Fuck Marry Kill, for another it's... well, here's an example: Rush Limbaugh, Glenn Beck, Bill O'Reilly.

Is maybe glad Emily hasn't been in Natter for a while.

Burning Man

Someone has to remind me to do that next time I'm there. I really wanted to before, but I just couldn't afford it.

It's good to see Emily's pixels.

Matilda woke up this morning and babbled enthusiastically about: "...and then Lily's mom would bring the milk. And Lily calls me Matildy and I'm going to see her tomorrow. But she's so far away. But we have a box and you push the brown button and then she's here."

So apparently MM's teleporter needs a brown button.