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.

Plus a big red button you should never ever push.

Or else you'll get a splash of water in your face.

So, did Matilda dream about the brown button?

For some reason this reminds me of the episode of Gilligan's Island, where the Skipper dreams about how to convert a radio receiver into a transmitter....

Oh, Matilda is killing me. I am slain. Ded, I tell you.

Hurrah, Sean.

Hi, Emily. I don't really know what Pennsic is, but I'm glad you had so much fun you wish you could still be there.

Matilda woke up this morning and babbled enthusiastically about: "...and then Lily's mom would bring the milk. And Lily call's 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."

Ha! Love it. The Matilda and Lily show continues to entertain, although it is the best in person.