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Am feeling significantly bouncier today. (Advice on last post is still welcomed, I'm just not thinking about it at the moment.) For one thing, I'm comfortably bummed about having to miss the Jeff Combs episode of Super Monkey Robot Hyper Force Monkey Force Robot Team Robot...well, a cartoon with a silly name that is about robot monkeys and had Jeff Combs in it. We had to leave Dad's house before six A.M., and his is the house with cable TV. I am once again thwarted. Did anybody tape it? Will trade jewelry and pudding for tapes of this episode...the reason I'm comfortably bummed, by the way, is that I have something to grumble about that doesn't involve me fucking up. So good.
So I got to Mom's house early, slipped into my bedroom before she woke up, and was re-awakened at 11 A.M. with this dialogue:
Mom: "RACHEL!" :pound on door:
Me: "Mrsfgl."
Mom: "You got a package."
Me: "Huh?"
Mom: "It's heavy. It's not a bomb, is it?"
Me: "OOOH LEMME SEE." :springs out of bed:
Mom: "Who's sending you heavy packages?"
Me: "OMG "BRIMSTONE"."
Mom: "What's that?"
Me: "You know those books we like with the albino detective?"
Mom: "The creepy one? Yeah!" (Mom has become a bigger fan than me. She's actually re-reading "Relic" and "Reliquary," which I didn't do because I thought they weren't as good as "SLWC" or "CoC".)
Me: "This is the fifth one!"
Mom: "OOOH LEMME SEE." :grabs:
Me: "MINE!"
Mom: "It's my house and I got the package for you." :flips through book: "They're having them illustrated now?"
Me: "Ohh, no.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
drworm drew something in there! Lemme SEEEE."
Mom: "P/D'A? Oh, is this one of those slashy things you like?"
Me: "Yep!"
Mom: :sarcastically: "Because they love each other so much."
Me: "Yep, they do."
So she left, rolling her eyes, and left me to squee over the drawing. I haven't even read the book yet, I just giggled happily for five solid minutes. I get to read it after I vacuum the house. I hate vacuuming, but oh well.
Mom is taking sailing lessons this summer. She wants to be a pirate. She was very much inspired by the character of Captain Jack Sparrow, you see--she even wrote a poem about being a pirate teacher. "A pirate with a B.S. degree." (Bachelor Studies, I think...)
So of course we had a long discussion about pirates and ninjas. Turns out Batman's a ninja. He's also a Republican. I had a long and boring "budding social worker" rant in the parking lot after I saw that movie.
For the record, I've decided to endorse a logically impossible political party: Socialist Libertarian. I swing back and forth anyway, depending on my mood, so I might as well, right? Money and the free market for ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE EVEN THE OPPRESSED DIRTY CRIMINAL MASSES. :sticks tongue out at Ayn Rand:
Anyway, discussion question for today: Are you a pirate or a ninja? Why? And am I a pirate or a ninja? And why? (I expect everyone to know the subtleties of this dichotomy, by the way. If not, what the hell have you been doing on the Internet?)
So I got to Mom's house early, slipped into my bedroom before she woke up, and was re-awakened at 11 A.M. with this dialogue:
Mom: "RACHEL!" :pound on door:
Me: "Mrsfgl."
Mom: "You got a package."
Me: "Huh?"
Mom: "It's heavy. It's not a bomb, is it?"
Me: "OOOH LEMME SEE." :springs out of bed:
Mom: "Who's sending you heavy packages?"
Me: "OMG "BRIMSTONE"."
Mom: "What's that?"
Me: "You know those books we like with the albino detective?"
Mom: "The creepy one? Yeah!" (Mom has become a bigger fan than me. She's actually re-reading "Relic" and "Reliquary," which I didn't do because I thought they weren't as good as "SLWC" or "CoC".)
Me: "This is the fifth one!"
Mom: "OOOH LEMME SEE." :grabs:
Me: "MINE!"
Mom: "It's my house and I got the package for you." :flips through book: "They're having them illustrated now?"
Me: "Ohh, no.
drworm drew something in there! Lemme SEEEE." Mom: "P/D'A? Oh, is this one of those slashy things you like?"
Me: "Yep!"
Mom: :sarcastically: "Because they love each other so much."
Me: "Yep, they do."
So she left, rolling her eyes, and left me to squee over the drawing. I haven't even read the book yet, I just giggled happily for five solid minutes. I get to read it after I vacuum the house. I hate vacuuming, but oh well.
Mom is taking sailing lessons this summer. She wants to be a pirate. She was very much inspired by the character of Captain Jack Sparrow, you see--she even wrote a poem about being a pirate teacher. "A pirate with a B.S. degree." (Bachelor Studies, I think...)
So of course we had a long discussion about pirates and ninjas. Turns out Batman's a ninja. He's also a Republican. I had a long and boring "budding social worker" rant in the parking lot after I saw that movie.
For the record, I've decided to endorse a logically impossible political party: Socialist Libertarian. I swing back and forth anyway, depending on my mood, so I might as well, right? Money and the free market for ABSOLUTELY EVERYONE EVEN THE OPPRESSED DIRTY CRIMINAL MASSES. :sticks tongue out at Ayn Rand:
Anyway, discussion question for today: Are you a pirate or a ninja? Why? And am I a pirate or a ninja? And why? (I expect everyone to know the subtleties of this dichotomy, by the way. If not, what the hell have you been doing on the Internet?)
